At this moment, Fu Hei Qiu Snake was directly turned into a marionette in Wang Longhu's hands. If Wang Longhu wanted him to move, he moved; if he didn't, Fu Hei Qiu Snake could only helplessly spin his body.
No matter how Fu Hei Qiu Snake tried to escape Wang Longhu's grasp, it was of no use.
It was as if there was a force pulling him tight from Wang Longhu's hand.
"How is this possible?!" Fu Hei Qiu Snake was thoroughly terrified.
After all, he was a Gang Qi Grandmaster and naturally quickly saw through Wang Longhu's technique.
This was not some sort of suction; it was Wang Longhu preemptively judging the direction of his escape, synchronizing his palm action to always match Fu Hei Qiu Snake's movements, thereby tightly grabbing his head.
Though theoretically possible, to Fu Hei Qiu Snake, how could this really be achieved?
He was a Gang Qi Grandmaster, not an ordinary Martial Artist.
To predict his movements, that person's perception would have to be incredibly strong.
