Yet Tang Changsheng alone looked pleased. He applauded and said, "Not bad. Not bad at all."
As Tang Changsheng spoke, the tree that had looked perfectly unharmed came crashing down.
At the break, they could clearly see that the heartwood was charred black. Many of its veins looked as though they had been scorched by fire...
"D-did I do this...?" Cui Zhengfei stared at the blackened, twisted heartwood in disbelief.
The other disciples erupted in astonishment, and Ye Shilang's face twitched. Tang Changsheng was incredible. What kind of secret technique had he told his disciple? One sentence had increased the power of his kung fu by this much?
The first palm strike had looked formidable, but it had only damaged the bark. Peel it away, and there was not a trace of injury beneath.
The second strike had caused no visible change on the outside, yet the heartwood within looked as though it had been burned.
Which strike was more powerful? The answer spoke for itself.
Cui Zhengfei was beside himself with joy. Having asked his question without waiting for an answer, he rushed toward another tree, eager to try his hand again.
He had barely taken two steps when Tang Changsheng grabbed him by the collar and hauled him back. "These trees are centuries old. Each one is worth millions, perhaps tens of millions. How many more do you intend to destroy?"
Cui Zhengfei stuck out his tongue and dared not try anything else. Heavens, he couldn't afford to pay for even one of those trees if he died trying!
The others looked sheepish too. They had also felt the urge to take a swing at the trees, but now they obediently suppressed it.
Tang Changsheng could not be bothered with Cui Zhengfei any longer. After giving a few