"Ah!"
At the sight of those two hands reaching toward him through the air, Little Ape King Zhuang Cheng went cold all over, as though he had fallen into an ice cavern.
This wrestling move might not have been the most formidable or the most powerful, but it was the most perfectly timed-and the most deadly.
Timing was what they were fighting for.
Who could have imagined that Lian Youming knew wrestling, and had held it back through several fierce battles with the Eagle Claw Sect? He had hidden it deep indeed, all for this one killing blow.
But how could they know that Lian Youming had not been concealing his abilities? He simply had never had a chance to use it.
Those fights had all been decided in a flash, victory and defeat, life and death alike. Tan Fei had also seized every initiative, leaving him no chance to try this method. Had Xu Tian not warned him that these people might devise counters against him, Lian Youming would never have worked out this move in the Back Courtyard.
And who could have imagined that this wrestling technique would fit the Coiling Silk Force of Taiji Fist so perfectly? It could adhere and entwine, turn hard or soft, first using Inner Strength to destroy an opponent's balance, then generating power from the waist. Once contact was made, unless the opponent could break free in time or counter him with overbearing Inner Strength, they would be like someone caught in a whirlpool, with little hope of winning. No wonder Yang Luchan had once been able to rely on his wrestling to defeat every opponent in a single exchange.
Junk King had also shown foresight in giving him this.
"Hm?"
But Lian Youming's eyes suddenly narrowed. His left hand had meant