Before today, the opponents Wang Longhu had encountered all used fists and feet, with discernible techniques and strategies.
But this Japan Island monk ford a Buddhist finger seal, pointing both index fingers at Wang Longhu, seemingly ordinary yet Wang Longhu felt a chilling sharpness aid at his forehead, intensely piercing.
There was no doubt, if struck, his body would instantly be punctured with two holes.
In a split second, Wang Longhu hurriedly swung his palms like a Wind-Cutting Saber, slicing the air with a whistling sound.
Bang!
When palm t finger, a sudden numbness was felt, Wang Longhu quickly emitted a dark force to counter the opponent’s dark force.
Strangely, the Japan Island monk’s dark force concentrated at a point, drilling into Wang Longhu’s palm.
Pap! Pap! Pap!
Instantly, three acupoints on Wang Longhu’s palm burst open, becoming a bloody ss, dripping with blood.
"Hm?!" Wang Longhu’s eyes widened in shock, having never seen such a peculiar dark force.
He wasn’t inexperienced with dark force experts; typically, dark force attacks multiple points like a shotgun, with both sides competing to see who could scatter the opponent’s bullets efficiently.
But this Japan Island monk concentrated the dark force into two fingers striking the Shiyi and Shangyang acupoints, making the force even fiercer and stronger!
It was like Wang Longhu was using a shotgun while the Japan Island monk wielded a Barrett sniper rifle.
Piercing through with precision, it was effortlessly done.
The Japan Island monk gave a sinister smile, changing his seals, this ti pressing his middle finger downward on the palm while pointing his index and ring fingers at Wang Longhu’s eyes.
Even though the Japan Island monk’s fingers were still twenty centiters away from his eyes, Wang Longhu had a sudden premonition of danger.
This person’s dark force was truly bizarre, the most unreasonable he’d seen in his martial arts experience.
For a martial artist, the most important thing is instinctive reaction, often relying on a sudden flash of insight.
The mont the premonition arose, Wang Longhu instinctively tilted his head; a second later, a lock of his hair inexplicably fell, scattering.
Wang Longhu’s eyes widened further, realizing that the Japan Island monk hadn’t even touched him. If he hadn’t instinctively dodged, his eyes would’ve been dood.
In the hands of the Japan Island monk, it was as if he wielded an invisible blade.
Not giving Wang Longhu ti to react, the Japan Island monk flicked another finger at him. Wang Longhu quickly dodged, just missing the strike, his shoulder’s robe tearing, bursting open with a finger-sized bloody hole.
"Attacking across the air!!!"
Even if Wang Longhu didn’t understand, he now realized the monk’s technique.
Generally speaking, a dark force martial artist must use an object as a dium to force it into a target’s body.
Just like with an apple, you must grab it to crush the flesh inside.
For an enemy, the sa rule applies: hitting them directly is necessary to inject the dark force within.
Even a Huajin grandmaster can only sustain dark force in the channels and acupoints, yet never achieving a strike through the air.
That would be a celestial technique; yet, this figure before him mastered such an ability!
"If your practice hadn’t gone awry, I might not be your match. Tonight surely is a gift from heaven," laughed the Japan Island monk arrogantly.
Hands continually pointing, quick assaults targeting Wang Longhu’s acupoints, any hit would be catastrophic.
Facing this seeming heir of the ’Six ridian Divine Sword,’ Wang Longhu found himself speechless.
Originally due to a misaligned brain ridian, he suffered severe headaches, making focus difficult.
And the air-striking technique of the Japan Island monk made him even harder to contend with; without a chance to close in and deliver a decisive blow, Wang Longhu feared he’d be worn out.
Such a frustrating duel, never before had Wang Longhu faced this since beginning martial arts practice.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
After over a dozen moves, Wang Longhu dodged repeatedly; his Taoist robe was in tatters, revealing multiple bloody wounds on his body.
So of four or five centiters, others over ten; if not for his quick reflexes, any other dark force martial artist would’ve been quickly taken down by the monk.
"This guy uses Buddhist finger seals, able to channel dark force through acupoints from his fingers, even within Shaolin I hadn’t heard of such skill; since when did Japan’s martial arts beco so formidable?"
Wang Longhu watched the monk perusing his thought, for him understanding the monk’s martial path was easy, after nurous exchanges, he pinpointed the issue clearly.
The problem lay in, although discerning the monk’s thods, he found no solution to counter it.
Just like how Duan Yu learned the Six ridian Divine Sword, without corresponding high-level martial arts, one stood no chance.
Observing his injuries worsen from continuous dodging, Wang Longhu steeled his expression, pausing his evasive motion, allowing the monk’s finger to strike his chest.
"Oh?" The Japan Island monk showed surprise, puzzled why Wang Longhu suddenly stopped resisting.
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