Everyone present was horrified. The wind from the punch made the faces of the three great experts wrinkle. How exaggerated was that? That punch had not even been aimed at the three of them; they had merely been grazed by it from the side.
This youth looked utterly simple and honest. Who would have thought his martial arts were so terrifying? He had clearly taken only one step, yet crossed more than a dozen zhang to reach his enemy. That terrifying punch seemed to suck all the air from the surroundings. Though it carried the force to destroy heaven and earth, the entire courtyard fell into a brief silence. Everyone's mouths moved constantly, yet no one could hear what the people beside them were saying.
Song Qingshu's expression was grave as well. One important measure of whether someone's martial arts were profound lay in how they used their strength. For the weakest practitioners, their little bit of power was negligible and not worth discussing. Those with slightly better martial arts, whether wielding a sword or throwing a punch, could stir up great gusts of force. It looked frightening, but in truth a vast amount of internal energy was wasted. They could not compare to experts of the same level who could concentrate most of their internal energy at a single point. Yet once one's martial arts reached an even higher realm, things became vastly different. As the saying went, when a saint was born into the world, strange signs would surely accompany it. Every gesture of such a person could affect the surrounding environment. This was not because their true qi leaked out, but because their true qi was terrifying enough to influence the world around them!
Looking across the entire martial world, there were very few who could reach