I Think I Can Do It Too
Xu Qing kept dodging, weaving left and right. He looked as though he had been forced into a steady retreat, utterly unable to fight back.
The fiercer Song Qian fought, the more frantic he became.
Heng Mountain Crushing Sweep, Heng Mountain Drilling Heaven—one punch after another, like mountains collapsing and earth splitting, like floodwaters bursting through a dike. Every blow carried heaven-shattering force.
The bluestone slabs outside the courtyard gate hummed from the vibrations, while bits of gravel on the walls pattered down.
Yet Xu Qing was like a loach. Though the fist was clearly about to strike him, he always slipped away in that hair's-breadth instant.
Sweat appeared on Song Qian's forehead, and his breathing began to tighten.
He had thrown fifty or sixty moves. Though he seemed to hold every advantage, he had not caused Xu Qing the slightest real injury.
His punches grew heavier and more disorderly.
The fifth form: Song Mountain Subduing Hammer.
This was his strongest punch. All the force in his body twisted into one strand, like a cannonball leaving the barrel.
This punch was exactly like the one Xu Qing had used against Fang Yin. The fist wind howled past; the punch arrived first, the sound of the wind afterward.
This punch was just as fast.
Xu Qing seemed to have no time to dodge. He had been forced back with nowhere left to retreat.
Song Qian's eyes lit up. His fist shot straight at Xu Qing's chest, without holding back.
Just as the fist was about to touch his chest, Xu Qing's body suddenly dropped. He did not squat down—he used the movement technique, Startled Swan Step.
In that instant, his speed reached the extreme. His whole body became like a shadow, slipping beneath Song