Boom!
The sound burst across the sky like a thunderclap, its enormous roar echoing in the ears of everyone atop Wuwang Peak.
Everyone fixed their eyes on the scene. With a furious shout from Yuan Nutao, the snow beneath his feet shook violently. Like an enraged dragon surging out of the sea, he swept through the wind and snow toward Bei Mingzi in the blink of an eye, unleashing a sweeping staff strike brimming with savagery and killing intent.
Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!
The staff wind let out a terrifying howl. In Yuan Nutao's hands, the weapon came alive like a furious flood dragon stirring up storms beneath the sea, instantly raising waves dozens of feet, then hundreds of feet high, sweeping outward with an overwhelming might that crushed everything beneath it.
This strike was called Sea-Calming Strike, the opening technique that laid out the essence of the Raging Waves Sect's true art, the Eighteen Sea-Covering Techniques. It displayed the fierce strength and violence of the sect's martial arts in full.
On the platform atop the peak, the martial artists watching had all held their breath. Many paled in shock. Even though the strike was not aimed at them, merely watching from afar gave them the helpless feeling of a pillar of heaven collapsing toward them, impossible to withstand.
Eleventh on the Heaven Ranking was no empty reputation.
That thought surfaced in many minds.
Yet Bei Mingzi's response to this ruthless, domineering strike exceeded everyone's expectations.
He still did not draw his sword. He even kept both hands tucked inside his broad sleeves, his entire body swaying from side to side amid the surging torrent, like a goose feather clinging to the Wrought-Iron Staff, moving and dancing with it!
Weightless!
Yuan Nutao sharply turned his wrists. Staff shadows flickered, force filled