But what made the giant Qingmian Ghost's eyes change dramatically was that, when he prepared to raise his fist to strike back once again, the fist force emanating from Xu Taiping bore down heavily on his fist once more, slowing his punch.
"Bam!"
And so Xu Taiping landed another heavy punch on the Qingmian Ghost's head.
This time, although the punch likewise failed to seriously injure the Qingmian Ghost, Yun Ye and the others in the military formation behind them clearly sensed that Xu Taiping's punch had grown faster, its strength heavier, and its fist force greater.
"That looks like... the Raging Thunder Form of the Great Sage Fist!"
Yun Ye of the Three Sovereigns Dao Palace recognized Xu Taiping's fist technique, but immediately shook his head and said:
"No, it's different. Though the Raging Thunder Form's fist force is swift, its fist might is comparatively weak. Much less could it overwhelm an enemy with its force and prevent them from striking back, as Xu Taiping is doing now."
"Bam, bam!"
Just as he was filled with bewilderment, Xu Taiping's fists suddenly began pounding toward the Qingmian Ghost faster.
And at a rate visible to the naked eye, each punch grew faster and fiercer than the last!
"Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!..."
In just a few breaths, Yun Ye, Luo Cheng, and the other Azure Dragon Armor soldiers watched, dumbstruck, as Xu Taiping's fists, driven by his fist force, hammered the giant Qingmian Ghost's head like a raging tempest, almost without a single gap.
"Boom!"
The ghost generals behind the giant Qingmian Ghost once again mustered their battle intent in unison, using it to hold back Xu Taiping's fist force for him.
Finally given room to breathe, the giant Qingmian Ghost punched at Xu Taiping without hesitation.