"How is that possible?!"
Xie Hao was shocked. It had only been a casual palm strike, and it hadn't looked particularly powerful. But when it hit him, he felt a terrifying force like a raging flood crashing into him.
In an instant, the fierce force penetrated his organs and badly injured him. He even heard several of his bones crack slightly.
His feet dug into the ground as he braced himself, fighting the urge to vomit blood. He slid for more than a hundred meters, carving two deep furrows into the floor, before finally coming to a stop.
"The No-Beat Palm really is powerful."
Xia Ping was quite pleased with the power of that strike. Although the system had imparted the technique to him, allowing him to grasp a trace of the No-Beat Palm's mysteries, only now had he truly put it to use.
When he'd struck just now, the martial arts secrets of the No-Beat Palm had flowed through his mind. He felt as if he'd entered a state of spiritual clarity, where every casual palm flowed naturally and contained terrifying force.
This palm technique is profound and powerful, with the might of a King-level, peerless technique. Even with the system's instruction, I've only just begun to learn it. I can't say I've mastered it yet. I'll need plenty of practice to truly understand it. Perhaps I should take this opportunity to fight more enemies. Xia Ping's eyes gleamed as he fixed his gaze on Xie Hao in the distance.
Whoosh!
Before Xie Hao could react, Xia Ping struck again. With a casual palm from hundreds of meters away, he formed a terrifying palm print in midair.
It was just like the Buddha himself had descended. A gigantic palm print pressed down from the sky, locking onto Xie Hao's