This was downright uncanny.
Never mind Bai Meng's shock; the martial artists watching from outside the arena were even more alarmed.
Lian Youming's waist and hips appeared motionless, as did his shoulders and torso-even his legs did not move. He stood perfectly straight, yet his body kept evading the attacks before him, ghostlike and uncanny however one looked at it.
How was he doing it?
Situ Wudi clicked his tongue, a gleam flashing through his eyes. "Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover!"
Nothing moved on the outside; the movement was all within.
Lian Youming's Golden Bell Cover had advanced again. His triple burner was open, his three Dantians were almost united, and his three energies flowed throughout his entire body. With a movement anywhere, all his strength could move with it.
What moved were his soles, his Yongquan Points, and his spiritual intent.
Ordinary people's bodies were stiff and clumsy, difficult to control perfectly. They needed breathing methods combined with the knack of releasing force to twist their scattered strength into a single strand and put it to extraordinary use.
But even skilled fighters won through the extension and retraction of punches and kicks, elbow and knee joints, grappling, throws, and strikes.
That was simply because the hands and feet were most agile, the elbows and knees hardest, and the waist and hips most stable.
Through diligent, grueling practice, they could achieve something.
For ordinary people, the simplest trick to attacking and defending was to amplify their strengths and attack their opponent's weaknesses. Pitting strength against weakness naturally increased their chances of victory considerably.
But against Lian Youming, that trick was already useless.
It was not that it had no effect, but that his internal qi had formed its own circulation, his inner strength densely covering every inch of flesh. Even