"Was that... Taiji?"
Although A-Bao had only made a single gesture, Taiji emphasized intent over form. As fellow members of the Taoist Sect, even many people in Shushan were used to practicing a set of Taiji Fist in the mornings, so Xu Qing was no stranger to it.
What he had not expected was to see traces of Taiji on a panda?
"Dragon Claw Hand?!"
Before he could recover from the sight of a panda using Taiji, he heard the middle-aged monk beside him cry out in disbelief.
Looking at A-Bao again, he had leaped up from the ground. His right paw formed a dragon claw, and a phantom Dragon Claw could faintly be seen emerging around it.
Had a panda actually mastered the Buddhist Sect's Dragon Claw Hand?
And its power was actually quite formidable?
The middle-aged monk and little novice monk both stared in disbelief.
Even more terrifyingly, this panda's Dragon Claw Hand was actually stronger than his own?!
The three of them fell silent afterward, simply watching as A-Bao casually displayed one Daoist and Buddhist martial art after another.
Wudang, Emei Sect, Quanzhen Sect, Shushan, Shaolin, White Cloud Sect.
Palm techniques, fist techniques, leg techniques... He even picked up a branch from the ground and performed two sword forms with it.
Most importantly, every martial art in A-Bao's paws seemed to turn decay into magic, unleashing terrifying power.
He effortlessly broke through the Mutant Lizard's defenses, leaving wounds across its body.
Although they quickly healed, it still demonstrated just how powerful A-Bao was.
"Roar!!!"
The Mutant Lizard was on the verge of flying into a rage. This panda was far too nimble—more nimble than every creature it had encountered before. No matter how it controlled the rocks or swung its body, the panda could detect it and