Achilles’ Heel
Xu Yi had already entered the peak state of a forged body, with ox’s skin and iron-bones. Theoretically, even the sharp sword could not pierce into his skin. However, Shirong’s fist still managed to bring immense pain to Xu Yi’s body.
He couldn’t imagine just what would’ve happened to him, if he had failed to escape Shirong’s fist. His body would probably have exploded within a second.
Out of sheer horror, Xu Yi swiftly crawled under the belly of the white horse. He curled himself up, as he felt shivers going down his spine and cracking sounds in the air around him.
The massive strength of Shirong’s fist overwhelmed Xu Yi so immensely, that he could feel his heart was bouncing like a ball inside his chest, ready to jump out. Now, he admitted that the previous plan to kill Shirong, was naïve and overconfident.
Nevertheless, Shirong was also shocked by Xu Yi’s nimble escape from his fist. He could instantly tell Xu Yi’s cultivation progress. From his experience, within the Peak Tower, not even those half a step away from an ocean of qi could evade this fist of his. Xu Yi had already distinguished himself from those who were in the same level as him.
Xu Yi didn’t pay much attention to the pondering look on Shirong’s face, as a brilliant self-protective strategy had appeared in his mind. During these years, Xu Yi’s survival skills had improved a lot. He was always resourceful whenever he was on the edge of death. Xu Yi pinched hard in the belly of the white horse, making it screech and prance. Then, the white horse suddenly rushed away, dragging Xu Yi along.
By grabbing onto the dangling halter, Xu Yi managed to jump on the horse’s back and immediately kicked the horse. Seconds later, Xu Yi turned around and found that Shirong was only tens of meters away from him.
It was almost dusk and the wind was blowing strongly throughout the mountains. Xu Yi unceasingly whipped the horse, making it run faster and faster. Despite the fact that Xu Yi was not specialized in riding, he managed to control the speed of the horse. As he was in the peak state, he could integrate his own strength with the horse and make it go even faster.
The white horse itself was also a rare species that had extraordinary speed - probably twice as much as a normal horse.
As Xu Yi enjoyed the speed of the horse, when he suddenly felt a gush of air coming from behind. Shock filled Xu Yi’s eyes, as he looked behind him.
Shirong flew in the air by stepping from one tree top to the next. It was not a big deal to chase Xu Yi over such a short distance. Immediately, he stretched his palms and there emerged a stream of dense qi, spiraling in the air.
Soon, swirling wind was hovering around Xu Yi, ready to suck him in.
Never in his wildest dreams had Xu Yi seen such magic power, he nearly even blacked out. Trying every means possible to survive, Xu Yi pedaled so hard on the horse-saddles that it eventually broke into many pieces. The great strength of the wind made the horse slant over to one side. Thus, Xu Yi was forced to crouch on the horse’s back to avoid being thrown off.
The horse was a perfect shield for Xu Yi, crouching on it, he no longer felt the furious wind around him as much. Hardly had Xu Yi recovered from the shock, when he began wondering about the power of Shirong’s fist. As far as he understood, in order to release the strength of any fist, one must directly hit an object, rather than hit in the open air. However, just now, the swirling wind caused by Shirong’s fist was powerful enough to end his life. This, for Xu Yi, was a cognition breakthrough in terms of Wu Dao.
The strength in the air was originated, not from the speed of the fist; but rather, it was from the pure strength in the palm of Shirong. For such a lethal fist, it was hard to imagine, even for those in the peak state of a forged body, what would happen to them.
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