Huang Shang was, after all, an elder, and he bore no grudge against Song Qingshu. Moreover, the Nine Yin Manual he and Zhou Zhiruo cultivated was also part of the legacy Huang Shang had left behind. Thus, although he had an opportunity to strike Song Qingshu's vital points, he still chose the relatively inconsequential shoulder.
Yet with his current cultivation, this punch carried no intimidating name, but a faint glow of fist force shimmered before it. Even someone as capable as Huang Shang would likely lose all ability to fight if struck by it.
"Brother Song is amazing!" Li Yuanzhi's eyes practically turned into hearts. A maiden's feelings were always poetic; naturally, they wanted their beloved to be as powerful as possible.
Chen Yuanyuan and A'ke clasped fingers tightly, both clearly extremely nervous. Seeing Song Qingshu fall into danger earlier had made them worry for reasons they could not explain. Now that Huang Shang was in danger, they were even more worried. After all, if Song Qingshu won, who knew what fate awaited them?
But their eyes soon widened. Huang Shang's arm suddenly retracted several inches into his body, narrowly evading Song Qingshu's certain strike.
"Muscle Contraction and Bone Shrinking Technique?" Song Qingshu had studied the Nine Yin Manual, so he naturally knew it contained such a martial art. He had always thought it rather useless, never expecting it could be used so marvelously.
In the instant he was distracted, Huang Shang's retracted arm shot outward. Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he hurriedly shifted several feet sideways through the air. Yet he was still brushed on the elbow by Huang Shang's five fingers. His arm went numb, and all strength drained from his body.
"Hand Waving Five Strings!" Song Qingshu recognized the move from the Nine Yin Manual at once,