"Alright."
He came over to stand beside the two of them.
Watching the eagerness in Feng Shouzhuo's eyes, he drew a deep breath, formed a hand seal with one hand, and struck out with his palm.
Boom—
The fine-steel wooden training dummy did not budge.
Two streams of force, along with a power propelled by qi and blood, violently detonated in midair, unleashing a continuous series of air bursts.
Yet instead of merging as they had before, they ran wild independently. In the end, they gave off a dull thud and dispersed.
Feng Xiu raised a brow.
"Try again." Feng Shouzhuo, too, had sensed that something was wrong.
The three of them tried once more, but it still did not work.
Seeing that Feng Shouzhuo intended to continue, Feng Xiu waved a hand and stepped forward.
"Xiang Geng, what methods of exerting force do you cultivate?"
Xiang Geng immediately answered, "In reply to Young Master, this subordinate cultivates the Furious Tiger Art, Withering Glory Fist, and Layered Wave Palm.
I spent a great deal of money buying them in my early years. They aren't part of any system—so long as they work, that's enough."
Feng Xiu looked thoughtful.
"Then it's no wonder. I was wondering—I thought you had cultivated the Five Force Fist as well."
Feng Shouzhuo suddenly understood.
He knew very little about Xiang Geng. Earlier, amid the surging forces, he had been able to sense that the power Xiang Geng squeezed out through his qi and blood was exceptionally formidable.
It was not much weaker than Feng Xiu's had been back then.
But that tyrannical power had disrupted the original delicate balance.
Judging solely from the experiments above, there was absolutely no problem with the idea of streamlining the Dragon Snake Martial Seal.
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