Listening Heart Fist!
This was one of the fist techniques Zhang Dong excelled at.
He did not need to see his enemy. Once he sensed an enemy's presence and threw a punch, if he believed he had struck his target, that punch would definitely land on the enemy. It was truly miraculous.
Of course, Listening Heart Fist was not a fist of delusion. Deceiving oneself was meaningless. It only worked if the practitioner genuinely felt that he had struck his target. Hypnotizing or deceiving himself would only tarnish Listening Heart Fist and achieve the opposite effect.
This was a straight man's fist: better to take what lay straight ahead than seek it along a crooked path!
The instant Li Xiao approached, Zhang Dong sensed countless gazes falling upon him. He could not determine where those gazes came from, or even be certain that anyone was there.
He threw his punches entirely in obedience to the voice in his heart.
That was the miraculous nature of Listening Heart Fist.
Li Xiao kept dodging while Zhang Dong kept pursuing. Both circled and darted around Ai Lingye. At some point, a staff shaped like a twisted dough stick had appeared in Ai Lingye's hand. He calmly followed Zhang Dong's movements, his gaze fixed on the area around Li Xiao.
Clearly, the two already had a certain rapport. Zhang Dong believed an enemy was present. Ai Lingye was unsure, so he chose to trust Zhang Dong, assuming there was an enemy wherever Zhang Dong attacked and taking precautions accordingly.
In fact, Zhang Dong's attacks were as swift as racing thunder. Had he not been mindful of the Abyssal Dragon and Eight-Directions Man still fighting in the distance, his attacks could have been even more unrestrained and terrifying, even reaching speeds faster than light.
Fortunately,