Xiao Qian seemed not to have noticed that subtle brush of skin moments earlier, yet his eyes suddenly lit up as he said with irrepressible excitement, "So that's it! You guide the circulation of your Origin Energy, rather than letting it flow freely like Dou Qi. The two are as different as heaven and earth!"
Before his words had faded, his figure suddenly flickered, moving like a phantom and leaving afterimages at the points of a hexagram almost simultaneously.
His fists fell like meteors, sharp enough to tear through the night sky; his legs struck like lightning, carrying the crushing force of thunder; his palms drifted like clouds, concealing endlessly shifting subtleties; his knees slammed like heavy hammers, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone.
The sequence flowed like drifting clouds and running water, completed in a single breath, as swift as the fleeting shadow of a startled swan and too fast for the eye to follow.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion followed, and a dazzling six-petaled flower of light instantly bloomed.
Violent Dou Qi turned into brilliant golden radiance, bursting like a magnificent display of fireworks. The dazzling light seemed to illuminate the entire space, as though the blazing midday sun had suddenly descended, stinging the eyes.
"How was that?"
His innate confidence brought his swaggering showmanship into full, vivid display.
At the sight, Ling Qingzhu relaxed slightly, a glimmer of pleasure crossing her eyes. "Although our forms of power differ, martial arts and Dou Techniques are, at their core, merely ways of applying power. There is still much that each can learn from the other."
As she spoke, her gaze grew somewhat unusual, as though she had discovered a rare treasure, and she could not help looking Xiao Qian up and down.
She was astonished that he had