Discussion

The instant their fists collided, Wang Hanshan clearly felt that Xu Wuyi's fist force contained an exceptionally tyrannical, searing power.

That power was not only devastatingly destructive, but also carried the intent to burn everything away. If Xu Wuyi had erupted with his full strength, his left hand would not have suffered mere surface burns.

Xu Wuyi did not deny it.

He had indeed withdrawn thirty percent of his strength at the last moment—not out of mercy, but because a sparring match stopped at the proper point. Besides, Wang Hanshan might not have used his full strength in that punch either.

"Your gravity manipulation is very ingenious," Wang Hanshan continued. "Rather than applying it directly to me, you altered the gravity at my footholds and disrupted the rhythm of my power generation. This is the first time I've seen it used this way."

"I've had similar experience before," Xu Wuyi said.

Wang Hanshan smiled, walked to the stone table, and sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea and drained it in one gulp.

Xu Wuyi also came over and sat across from him.

"Your 'weight' differs from mine." Wang Hanshan set down his teacup and looked at Xu Wuyi. "My 'weight' seeks inward, completely merging the power of the Heart Image into the flesh, making every inch of blood and muscle weigh a thousand jun. The advantage is concentrated power and tremendous explosive force, but the drawback is insufficient agility and limited variation."

He paused, then continued, "Your 'weight' seeks outward, manipulating external gravity to form a domain. The advantage is endless variations, capable of both offense and defense, but the drawback is heavy mental consumption and limited intensity."

Xu Wuyi nodded. "Senior is right. I've also been thinking about how to take the path of 'weight' even