Chen Qing's arms moved like Spiritual Snakes emerging from their dens, his splayed fingers like a Crane's Beak, yet his motions were as delicate as Picking Flowers and Brushing Willows—so fast they left a trail of blurry afterimages in the air.
He didn't meet Luo Xinyi's Fist Edge, which held the Power of Ten Thousand Jins, head-on. Instead, like a supple vine winding around a giant tree, every brush, flick, guide, and pull of his fingertips landed with unerring precision on the critical points along her striking arm.
"Hm!?"
Luo Xinyi felt as if her ferocious Fist Force had just slammed into a dense, multi-layered spiderweb!
The seemingly invincible, direct force of her fist was being continuously guided and deflected by a Soft Force.
The stifling sensation of having power with no way to apply it made her chest tighten.
'To think Chen Qing's seemingly casual Floating Light and Shadow Hand contains such a profound force-nullifying technique.'
