But what left everyone feeling even more suffocated was the palm of Chen Ping's right hand, which had taken the corrosive light head-on. The dark gleam had now faded, revealing it completely unscathed!
What Chen Ping was using was the Strength Clan's special palm technique from back in the day, Forged Iron Hand. Once cultivated to mastery, it could turn the palms iron-gray with a dark gleam, giving them the sheen and texture of metal, greatly increasing their defenses while keeping out the vast majority of toxins.
He had wanted to learn this move as early as his second year at Shrek, when he faced that Scorpion Tiger.
The stinger on the Scorpion Tiger's tail was extremely venomous. With one flick of its horse-toppling poison hook, even if he deflected it with a twirl of his staff, his hands would go numb and itch, leaving him unable to put his abilities to use.
Unlike Mysterious Jade Hand, the Strength Clan's Forged Iron Hand could be tempered naturally simply by channeling strength into the palms while forging iron. Thus, after all these years, Chen Ping had long since ground this move up to mastery, his attainment no lower than that of Tai Tan, the Strength Clan's chief back then.
On top of that, Chen Ping could coat his palms in blood qi. With the two layered together, his palms briefly achieved an effect like iron palms and steel hands, to the point that even the corrosive rays could not land directly on them.
"What!?"
Watching this unbelievable scene unfold before him, Mo Ke's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. How was this possible?
Taking corrosive rays head-on with his palm-this guy wasn't fucking human!
As though responding to Mo Ke's thoughts, a silver-gray Hexagram mark faintly appeared on Chen Ping's