"Hiss..."
"Whoo..."
After releasing fist force equivalent to nine thousand punches in a single breath, Xu Taiping did not rush to attack Chu Zheng. Instead, he stood where he was, closed his eyes to focus, and steadied his breathing.
He also recalled that last punch in his mind.
After reviewing that punch from a spectator's perspective, Xu Taiping understood all the more why the Heaven-Hunting Great Sage had decided to let him fight Chu Zheng with ordinary Fist Moves alone.
He also understood all the more.
Why only fighting an evenly matched opponent could truly draw out this physique's true combat strength.
Xu Taiping slowly opened his eyes. As he settled into his fist stance again, he murmured, his expression as still as an ancient well:
"Only by facing an evenly matched expert."
"Can I discover the depths of my own combat potential."
"Only by meeting the enemy with ordinary Fist Moves."
"Can I see the fundamentals of fist techniques clearly."
"Can I meld my own strengths into my fists."
"If my fist force falls short, I can try using Overlord Power."
"If my fist intent falls short, I can try using the Power of Heavenly Wrath."
"If my fist might falls short, I can try incorporating the power of earthly fire."
"If my punches lack speed, I can try incorporating the Power of Wind and Thunder."
"All the powers I command, whether spells and divine abilities, true intent and divine intent, or True Dragon Power!"
"Exist to support this one punch."
"Only when I achieve this will it truly be my fist technique!"
As he spoke, the aura fluctuations around Xu Taiping resembled an evil dragon lurking in an abyss. Though still restrained within, its oppressive might had already spread out of the abyss.
That wisp of fist intent,