Chaisang's words did not stir the slightest ripple in Wang Xiuyuan's emotions.
Even Wang Xiuyuan's expression did not change in the least.
"Heh heh, you can endure quite well."
"Then I'll make the first move."
With that, Chaisang abruptly appeared three feet from Wang Xiuyuan's side, the several extra joints on his right arm bending at once.
That palm, whose fingertips formed Void-like cone points, clawed at Wang Xiuyuan's shoulder from an angle no ordinary person could comprehend.
The strike came swift and vicious. Wherever the claw edge passed, it carved three ghastly green ravines through space, their edges bubbling with fine froth as though eaten away by concentrated acid.
Wang Xiuyuan remained calm.
His body turned with the motion, the hem of his Tai Chi Daoist robe sweeping out a perfectly rounded arc as he pivoted.
He guided the force of Chaisang's claw into the momentum of his own turn, like using the force of a mountain flood to turn a waterwheel.
His left palm brushed against the back of Chaisang's claw, then led it aside. That violent grasping force was redirected into empty space at his side.
It left behind a long, slanting ghastly green claw mark across the arena floor.
Chaisang's body was pulled half a step off course by that force.
He lowered his head and looked at his claw edge, now displaced by half an inch. An unsettling interest flowed through those eyes like void vortices.
Like a beast that had found its prey, assessing which part of its flesh would taste best.
"Deflecting force?"
"How much of Tai Chi's force-deflection have you learned?"
"Then let me test whether you've truly mastered it."
Chaisang let out a sickly laugh.
Then he lunged again.
This time, his assault was countless times more frenzied than before.
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