With a long howl, a surge of energy erupted from his inflating lungs.
The breath Liu Sanduo exhaled was guided by Martial Arts Momentum, first adhering to his body, then settling onto his fists, steaming with heat.
To Chen Xuewu watching from the side, his master's display at this moment was like a rice cooker suddenly releasing its steam.
His arms surged like turbulent waves, unleashing hundreds of fist strikes in a flash.
The scattered True Qi floated upwards, dyeing the sky a "verdant blue."
As it fell onto the water, it splashed droplets everywhere, streams gathering like spears from the lakebed, shooting out in rows, like "waves crashing against rocks."
At the same time, Liu Sanduo's footwork was equally intricate, his left foot kicked upward while the right foot pivoted horizontally and firmly.
This peculiar stance made him seem like "rowing upstream," standing on the lake surface, not only unyielding to Meng Chuan's offensive but subtly trying to seize the rhythm.
