"What a precise way to deflect force!"
Han Shuo's strike missed, but instead of getting annoyed, he grew even more excited. He used the recoil from his fist hitting the ground to twist his waist, and his other fist swept toward Chen Yan's midsection like a whip.
Chen Yan still didn't retreat. His left fist shot out first, lightly tapping forward.
The punch looked soft and powerless, yet it contained a strange tidal rhythm.
Han Shuo's Flame Ape Fist was forceful, but lacked variety.
Under Chen Yan's [Pupil of Myriad Phenomena], every detail of Han Shuo's style—the trajectory of his punches, the way he exerted force, even the circulation of his true qi—was laid bare.
Chen Yan's fist struck the joint in Han Shuo's sweeping arm with pinpoint accuracy.
Kidney Water Qi surged in with the impact of Chen Yan's fist. A faint sound rang out as a bone quietly slipped out of place.
Han Shuo felt a stabbing pain shoot through his arm. His entire limb went numb in an instant, leaving him unable to muster the slightest strength.
He retreated in shock, putting distance between himself and Chen Yan. Lowering his head to look at his arm, twisted at an unnatural angle, he stared in disbelief.
How was this possible?
His Flame Ape physique was his greatest pride, and his body was unmatched among those of the same rank. How could a seemingly casual punch have injured him?
"What..." The betting area in the stands fell instantly silent. Everyone was stunned by the bizarre turn of events.
"What happened? Is Han Shuo hurt?"
"What just happened? I couldn't even see it! Chen Yan just tapped him, and Han Shuo's arm was done for?"
"There it is! Bone-Melting Cotton Palm!"
Wang Anguo furrowed his brow in the stands.
"Divine