Hyuga Eight Trigrams Palm vs. Wudang Bagua Palm!

On the high platform, everyone watched the battle with rapt attention. Before it began, almost everyone had believed that Neji Hyuga was certain to win.

Yet unexpectedly, this Dao School disciple who had appeared out of nowhere was so formidable that he could suppress Konoha's Byakugan prodigy from a prestigious clan with taijutsu alone.

What was even more interesting was that the renowned Gentle Fist had encountered an even gentler style of martial arts this time.

If the Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist was merely a peculiar form of soft force, then the ultimate art displayed by his opponent exuded a Daoist charm as gentle as water. Even the movements of his fists and palms possessed a unique kind of beauty.

Yet although every move appeared light and drifting, each contained the power to split gold and shatter stone...

At this moment, the battle between the two grew increasingly intense. After experiencing the strength of Tai Chi Fist, Neji Hyuga could not help becoming somewhat anxious.

If he continued being suppressed like this, defeat would only be a matter of time.

With that thought, Neji's expression darkened as he changed his approach.

He spread his arms, and the chakra throughout his body suddenly erupted. At the same time, his body spun at high speed like a top in a peculiar posture.

In an instant, the powerful wind pressure merged with the leaking chakra, forming a hemispherical energy shield that blasted everything around it away.

This was the Hyuga Clan's secret ninjutsu, Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven. It was known as an absolute three-hundred-and-sixty-degree defense with no blind spots. Against opponents of the same level, almost no one could break it.

Chen Feng was forced back several meters. The moment he steadied himself, Neji Hyuga charged toward him.

His palms struck out fiercely in an unusual posture, attacking two vital points at once. "Bagua Two Palms!"

Chen Feng's expression shifted slightly, but he still used Tai Chi Fist to block the attack.

However, Neji Hyuga's techniques only grew faster. His palms flashed out one after another. "Bagua Four Palms, Bagua Eight Palms, Sixteen Palms, Thirty-Two Palms!"

His hands seemed to leave behind a blur of afterimages, too swift for ordinary eyes to catch, let alone defend against.

Once struck, the chakra attached to his palms would damage the opponent's meridians. This was the Hyuga Clan's advanced Gentle Fist technique, Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm!

Yet Chen Feng remained calm in the face of such fierce attacks. His Tai Chi Fist had reached the realm of Entering the Hall, flowing as naturally as clouds and water. He truly used slowness to overcome speed and four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.

Even to watch, it was pleasing to the eye, utterly free of any harshness.

Unable to break through after attacking for so long, Neji Hyuga's heart tightened. Then he let out a loud shout and unleashed his ultimate technique. "Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!"

A phantom Eight Trigrams pattern flashed beneath his feet, and at the same time, the assault of his palms became even more ferocious. Both his power and speed surged once more.

Even an elite chunin would have found it difficult to withstand such an attack.

Yet Chen Feng remained as steady as ever, as though no matter how violent the attack, it would dissolve into nothing before him. Just as his opponent's final palm descended, he shifted from defense to offense and unleashed Move, Parry, and Hammer Punch.

A burst of air exploded as the two forces collided. Chen Feng was pushed back half a step, while Neji Hyuga staggered backward several meters before stabilizing himself.

Fine beads of sweat covered Neji's face. His chest rose and fell as he panted heavily, clearly having expended a great deal.

Seeing that Chen Feng's expression had not changed in the slightest, a sense of helplessness continued to rise within him.

He truly could not understand why the other man's fist technique was so difficult to deal with. It was clearly gentle to the extreme, yet the power it unleashed surpassed even that of steel fists.

At that moment, Chen Feng spoke calmly. "Eight Trigrams Palm? Not bad. But it still lacks something. Next, I'll show you what true Five Elements and Eight Trigrams are."

Then, amid Neji's shocked expression, Chen Feng assumed a similar stance and said softly, "Eight Trigrams Palm!"

As his words fell, a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Diagram appeared beneath his feet, hovering between illusion and reality. Daoist charm flowed through it, profound and wondrous beyond measure.

Seeing this, Neji Hyuga could no longer suppress his shock. "You... how do you know it too...?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly. "The art of the Eight Trigrams isn't exclusive to your Hyuga Clan."

This Eight Trigrams Palm was the accompanying martial art of the Pure Yang Limitless Skill. He had never used it before, but now was the time to let it make an appearance.

With that, he assumed the opening stance and took the initiative to attack. With a shift of his feet, he arrived before his opponent, his palm striking out fiercely. "Leaning on Horse to Ask the Way, Hiding Flowers in the Armpit, Swan Flying Out From The Flock!"

One move, three forms—its transformations were unpredictable, its opening and closing measured, concealing the principles of the ever-turning Eight Trigrams.

Neji Hyuga defended with all his strength, but after the expenditure from before, he had little stamina and chakra remaining. Faced with such a powerful assault, he could only retreat again and again.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng's attacks became swifter still, unleashing the remaining techniques of Eight Trigrams Palm in succession. "Pushing the Window to View the Moon, Purple Goose Throwing Scissors, Swallow Skimming Water, Pegasus Flying Through the Sky..."

Every move came from an extremely tricky angle, and each one was more powerful than the last, making them impossible to guard against.

As the saying went, prolonged defense would eventually fail. Before long, Neji could no longer hold on, and several palms landed on his chest in succession.

A streak of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He had clearly suffered internal injuries.

Then Chen Feng suddenly used Pushing Mountain Into the Sea, striking both hands against Neji's arms.

In an instant, Neji felt his arms go numb, unable to exert any strength.

At the same time, Chen Feng unleashed another fierce Fierce Tiger Emerging from Armor, slamming it into Neji's chest. The powerful Hidden Strength passed through flesh and skin, burrowing directly into his internal organs.

A sharp pain tore through Neji's chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggering backward again and again.

"Cough, cough..."

He clutched his chest and coughed violently several times. When he looked up at his opponent, his eyes were filled with helplessness and wariness. The other man's taijutsu truly countered him completely.

Chen Feng withdrew his Eight Trigrams Palm and said, "Stop. You're no match for me. And Hidden Strength is rather special. If this continues, your body may suffer irreparable damage."

Yet upon hearing this advice, Neji had no intention of admitting defeat. He was still considering how to turn the battle around.

His opponent's strength and skill were both superior. His only chance to reverse the situation might be through striking the chakra points.

As long as he could hit his opponent, he would have a chance to win.

With that thought, Neji clenched his fists. Enduring the pain in his body, he rushed forward and unleashed Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven once more.

Chen Feng was forced back two steps, and an opening appeared in front of his chest.

"An opening!"

Neji's expression changed. With a shout, he gathered his remaining chakra at his fingertips and thrust forward with lightning speed.

Chen Feng did not choose to dodge.

His gaze flashed as he raised his right hand, holding two fingers together like a sword, and jabbed out like lightning...