There were bound to be problems with executing the Hundred Styles of Wind and Cloud with a longsword. Narihai's eye was keen, and he had long since seen through the flaws in Wang Chong's moves. With a loud shout, he thrust both hands straight through the center, grinning savagely. "Zhou Yuchen, the Kongtong Sect's senior disciple, once challenged Eighteen Strongholds alone with a single sword. You Central Plains people regarded him as the finest swordsman of the younger generation in the Southern Martial World, yet I took his sword and shattered his skull in a single move."
"You should feel honored to die to this move!"
So easy to fool! Wang Chong thought. He let the Green Mountain Sect's senior disciple use the Empty-Handed Blade Seizure Technique to take his longsword, then struck out with a palm, his face full of panic. He looked almost completely flustered, and his palm force was loose and insubstantial.
Narihai sneered. Without even mustering his sect's secret Vajra Prajna Palm Force, he casually prepared to kill Wang Chong with a single palm strike. When their palm forces met, he suddenly felt Nine Palm Forces surging toward him in succession. The force blazed fiercely, a scorching fire force invading his meridians and eating into his channels, searing and burning to the extreme.
This palm force was seventy or eighty percent similar to the Vajra Prajna Palm, yet utterly different in many respects. Horror instantly filled Narihai's heart. He knew he had been tricked.
As the Green Mountain Sect Senior Brother, his reputation among the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands was no less than Qian Luoyi's.
Back when the eighteen tribes had jointly selected their Divine Generals, Narihai had judged that his martial arts still had a few imperfections and that he could not take first