The kimono fell to the ground and instantly tore apart, reduced to a skyful of scraps by the force of their ferocious attacks.
The old monster surnamed Huang shrank back, like a cicada slipping free of its shell. As he stretched out his frame, there was not the slightest trace of rigidity; instead, he was supple as water, drifting backward through the air like willow fluff or a floating feather.
Hua Jin!
And Hua Jin of a kind that could shock gods and terrify ghosts.
As the man moved lightly about, the fallen leaves beneath his feet and those drifting around him all continued on their original courses, seemingly unaffected.
That was terrifying.
In a life-and-death struggle, his movements raised not the faintest breeze. His presence was almost nothing, as though he did not exist within the four fighters' perception.
Though the Three Energies were training methods, some had forged their own paths, taking a single route so far that they developed extraordinary abilities bordering on supernatural powers.
Gongyang Ming of the Three Emperors Cannon Fist School was one such example: the monstrous power of his Ming Jin could rival Foresight.
This man's mastery of Hua Jin was simply beyond imagination.
"Hmph. Four little whelps who don't know their own limits, daring to talk about testing yourselves against me. Are you worthy?"
Facing the four fighters' relentless, stormlike assault, Old Monster Huang, dressed in a fitted martial outfit, kept his hands behind his back. With light taps of one foot, he floated left and right through the gaps in their attacks, his body seemingly weightless.
It was like someone punching and thrusting their palms at a falling feather: before the fist could land, the wind it raised would already sweep the feather away. Or like someone thrusting a palm at