Li Zhonghe's hands were numb and sore. No matter how strong his Golden Bell Shield was, it still had its limits.
Besides, the Golden Bell Shield was more effective against cold weapons like sabers and swords. Against a broad, forceful style of fist like the Hate Extreme Fist, however, it was of little use.
Li Zhonghe pulled back, then swept his hands around as if embracing the sun and moon. He struck out with one palm, the force of it like a mountain being split open, its momentum vast and imposing!
Great Tablet-Shattering Hand!
Meng Changhe had also used the Great Tablet-Shattering Hand to block Tie Wuqing's Iron Balls that day.
But they had been some distance away, and Su Xin hadn't been able to make out its subtleties. Now that he was seeing it up close, he finally understood that this technique, one of the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques, was truly no simple matter. No wonder it had earned a place among the Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques.
The mystery of the Great Tablet-Shattering Hand lay in the word "shatter." It was not simply a palm strike, but a sudden, forceful hurl, as if flinging a stone tablet through the air. The explosive power of that force was astonishing.
And this was only an incomplete version of the Great Tablet-Shattering Hand. The power of truly embracing the sun and moon and hurling a tablet through the air was far beyond what Li Zhonghe could muster now.
By Su Xin's estimate, this incomplete Great Tablet-Shattering Hand was at least a two-star technique. The complete version had power equivalent to at least two and a half stars, perhaps even three.
Li Zhonghe hurled his palm through the air. Su Xin met it with his own.
Grudge Extreme Palm, Deep Grudge