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When the impact force reaches a sufficiently large extent, even if it doesn't hit, the shock force generated at the edge is quite terrifying.

Although Spirit dodged Wang Longhu's slap, his ears were shocked, a large amount of blood burst his eardrums and flowed out from his ear canal.

Wang Longhu pressed his fist downward, holding Spirit's head, intending to press him down to the ground.

Spirit's eyes narrowed, grabbing Wang Longhu's wrist with both hands and twisting it. Although he couldn't push away Wang Longhu's immense strength, he managed to redirect his palm, hitting his own chest hard.

"Hmm." Spirit let out a muffled snort, swiping both hands again, cutting deep bone-visible wounds on Wang Longhu's arm, then slickly retreating.

In no time, Wang Longhu was already covered with several wounds, and they were not ordinary injuries.

In contrast, Spirit, with his slippery body, made Wang Longhu's punches feel soft and powerless, while the strange bone in Spirit's chest gave Wang Longhu a sense of deep trouble.

With his current strength, a punch couldn't even break the deformed bone growing in Spirit's chest.

He had just mentioned that this thing seemed to be called 'Divine Buddha Aspect.'

"Huff huff! Die! I want you dead!" Spirit's eyes shone with unusual excitement, a sound like a broken fan came continuously from his mouth, and Wang Longhu could vaguely hear some voices.

Spirit, who transformed into such a bizarre form through H-13, truly possessed the capital to kill Wang Longhu.

Wang Longhu's mind quickly pondered, although immense strength was fierce, it wasn't absolute at this moment.

If his strength couldn't be effectively applied to Spirit's body, allowing Spirit to continuously scratch him, Wang Longhu's only fate would be death.

Out of nowhere, Wang Longhu suddenly recalled the time he spent living on Wudang Mountain, where he had seen Daoist Changfeng practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard of Zhenwu Temple.

He placed a basketball in a large water tank, circulating his hands to push the basketball underwater.

But depending on the resistance, as soon as the basketball was submerged in water, it would generate tremendous rebound force, and if one didn't hold it down, the basketball would immediately float to the surface.

Daoist Changfeng handled it skillfully, practicing a soft set of punches for more than ten minutes, during which the basketball was pressed underwater, not emerging once.

In Daoist Changfeng's hands, the water's resistance seemed non-existent, seamlessly integrated.

At that time, Wang Longhu consulted him, learning that Daoist Changfeng was practicing Wudang Tai Chi, using softness to overcome hardness, stillness to control movement.

Pushing the basketball into the water generated a downward force.

And the water's resistance would rebound the basketball, and since there was an upward force, it wouldn't rebound completely.

Thus, the basketball would naturally bounce to the upper left or upper right.

Daoist Changfeng's task was to anticipate the direction where the basketball would be bounced by water resistance, then naturally circumvent to that direction, applying a force to press the basketball back down.

This was the art of using slowness to deal with speed.

When Wang Longhu practiced martial arts in the deep mountains and forests near the Zheng family factory, he would hold a sparrow in his hand; the sparrow needed to leap with its legs to give itself a force to take off.

And Wang Longhu would neutralize this force at the moment the sparrow leaped, preventing it from taking off, unable to escape from his palm.

This bore a striking resemblance to the core of Tai Chi.

The most ferocious thing can be countered with the softest method.

And which is superior depends on the martial artist's own skill, whether they can apply the fierce or soft martial arts to the utmost.

Looking at the arrogant Spirit, Wang Longhu came to a realization.

He directly abandoned the Xingyi Boxing and Baji Fist, which he had practiced for the longest time, and slowly adopted a Tai Chi starting stance.

He had never practiced Baji Fist, but it did not hinder Wang Longhu from using Baji Fist's method of using slowness to conquer speed.

After all, his spiritual power had also reached 7.

Whoosh!

Seeing Wang Longhu not intending to attack actively, Spirit laughed when he looked at the bleeding wound on his body.

A Huajin Grandmaster can control their muscles to temporarily close their wounds, achieving the effect of stopping the bleeding.

At this moment, even Wang Longhu couldn't do this, which was enough to show how severe Wang Longhu's injuries were.

Spirit instantly crawled on all fours, sliding swiftly towards Wang Longhu close to the ground.

Seeing him grabbing his own calf, Wang Longhu threw out a punch, but Spirit, like an eel, agilely dodged Wang Longhu's punch, climbing around his waist to the back, his claws sharp, stabbing towards Wang Longhu's throat. This time, he intended to directly kill this guy.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, Wang Longhu reversed his hand and pressed Spirit's face, flinging him away forcefully.

At this moment, the sticky oil on Spirit's face lost its effect, and Wang Longhu's palm seemed to stick firmly to his face.

Before Spirit's claws could even touch Wang Longhu's skin, he had already been flung away.

Spirit was anxious, hurriedly trying to slide to the side, but something startling happened.

Wang Longhu's palm seemed to adhere to his face, and Spirit couldn't escape at all.

He attempted, as before, to cut Wang Longhu's arm again, but Wang Longhu, as if foreseeing it, turned his palm, and Spirit's head spun like a ball in his hand.