Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After the guards of the prince’s mansion rushed over and chased after the thief, there was movent in the bedroom with the huge hole.
The white-robed old man walked out from behind the wall with his hands behind his back. He looked toward the riverbank with surprise in his eyes. “The Fourteen Dappling Cloud Palms… It’s a pity that this child walks the path of an external martial artist. He used too much violent strength instead of skillful strength. Otherwise, his palm strike would have silently shattered your heart.”
The Fourteen Dappling Cloud Palms, the Eight Trigrams Wandering Body Palm, and even Li Hunyuan’s Yuan Clapsing Force emphasized the soundlessness of palm strikes to shake the heart. Smashing walls or tearing apart clothes ant that the internal energy had leaked out and hadn’t been used in the most appropriate places.
Nangong Shaofeng was an internal martial arts expert. He could tell that the other party’s palm skills were not very sophisticated, but he still found it unbelievable. “Such an inferior palm strike sent flying thirty feet away. If he had drawn the weapon behind his waist, wouldn’t I have been beheaded on the spot?”
The white-robed old man nodded. “The details reveal the truth. This child could push you to the wall with a few moves based on his reactions. With a weapon, you would have had a slim chance of survival.”
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