The blue bricks beneath his feet did not shatter. Not even a hairline crack appeared. All the force was confined with exquisite precision within a narrow space three zhang in radius. In that instant, the high-frequency vibrations caused by the resonance of three hundred and sixty-five acupoints compressed the air into a solid iron plate, which then burst outward.
That was not wind, but a shock wave driven purely by the surging blood of his flesh.
The dozen or so elite jailers clad in Black and Red Armor had barely drawn their steel sabers half an inch before the heart protection mirrors on their chests caved inward beneath that irresistible force. The ear-piercing screech of twisting metal mingled with the dull cracks of breaking breastbones, setting teeth on edge. Before they even saw Fang Mo move, their bodies spun out of control and flew backward, slamming into the slick, hard stone walls on either side of the passage.
These were no mere collisions.
The tremendous kinetic force passed through their armor into their internal organs. Several spat blood mixed with dark red fragments of viscera.
Weapons fell with a clatter that sounded especially shrill in the deathly silence of the Block C, Room Shen prison.
With that single step, without using the slightest trace of True Qi, he had sent more than a dozen skilled Bone Forging Realm fighters flying through physical strength alone.
This was the terror of the great perfection of the Meridian Opening Realm, of Perfected Circulation.
Zhao Kuo's scalp prickled. The presence that erupted in that instant made every hair on his body stand on end.
He was the closest and felt it most keenly. When that shock wave struck his Body Protection Qi, it actually sent his sea of Qi churning and left his meridians