Huang Xiao knew that the Taixuan Mystical Art possessed mysterious, wondrous effects. He had felt that uncanny quality from Cao Wuxin and Xu Wuyu before.
But what he sensed from Wu Longfeng now was another kind of uncanny wonder, something he could neither fathom nor grasp at all.
Just now, for instance, the force of his incomparably fierce Heavenly Demon Subduing Tiger Fist had been dissipated without his even noticing. Huang Xiao had absolutely no idea how Wu Longfeng had done it.
Yet Huang Xiao also understood that this was precisely what made the Taixuan Mystical Art so marvelous. Mystery pervaded it, making it impossible to see through.
But if he could not see through it, he could only break technique with brute force. He did not believe Wu Longfeng could counter every one of his moves without so much as batting an eye.
Moreover, inspired by Dugu Sheng, Huang Xiao had been pondering how to counter others' moves-to break ten thousand techniques with a single palm, whereas Dugu Sheng broke ten thousand techniques with a single sword.
In fact, Huang Xiao had been able to hold out against Wu Longfeng just now, even surprising Wu Longfeng with his strength, precisely because his study of techniques had yielded remarkable results.
Although he could not counter Wu Longfeng's moves instantly, he could at least adapt to them quickly and defend himself in time.
Huang Xiao knew very well that, had he not gained these insights, he would probably have died at Wu Longfeng's hands long ago, even with internal power greater than his.
This was what people meant by a seasoned veteran of the Jianghu. Old ginger still had the sharper bite-the saying was not false at all.
For now, however, Huang Xiao first had to neutralize the true qi Wu