As soon as he advanced, he intended to catch Chu Hao off guard.
Liu Feng cultivated a palm technique. His palms, which looked as soft as a normal person's flesh-and-blood arms, seemed gentle but could actually shatter hard iron.
The Liu family's ancestor, Liu Long, was famous for his palm techniques, and influenced by this, many people in the Liu family also practiced them.
But how could Liu Feng's small tricks be hidden from Chu Hao?
Chu Hao tensed his arm, brought his five fingers together, and turned his palm into a sword, thrusting it directly into the center of Liu Feng's palm.
This single thrust was no less than a sharp iron sword thrusting forward.
Liu Feng sensed the sharp attack. His body suddenly swayed, and his bones seemed to instantly become supple. With a single dodge, his body twisted like a snake hiding in the grass.
This was a Low-grade Profound-tier martial skill, the Spirit Cloud Movement Art.
Of course, since he couldn't use his cultivation now, his Spirit Cloud Movement Art was a shadow of its former self, with only one-tenth of its original speed.
Right now, he was like a snake, twisting and turning, moving erratically as he quickly slithered toward Chu Hao, all while avoiding being touched by him.
At the same time, he took a deep breath and let out a great shout that could pierce through metal and shatter rock. Borrowing the momentum of this roar, his two palms quickly struck out.
Two became four, four became eight, eight became sixteen.
From all directions came the afterimages of his palms, like mountains of rock collapsing simultaneously, their momentum incredibly fierce.
This was a Low-grade Profound-tier palm technique of the Liu family, the Stone-Shattering Palm. If Liu Yun were to use it, he could instantly unleash thirty-two palms. If it were the Liu family ancestor, he could achieve the maximum of sixty-four palms.
Even though Liu Feng could only unleash sixteen palms, it was still extremely domineering. If he used his cultivation, even a bronze wall would be shattered into pieces.
Once this palm technique hit Chu Hao, the result would surely be broken bones and severed tendons.
"The Stone-Shattering Palm is famous for its fierce and unstoppable force. Liu Feng wants to use this powerful palm technique to overwhelm this person in one go, forcing him to tiredly defend himself. This way, he can quickly last three moves and win this round!" someone recognized the technique and explained.
"Not bad, this is a very solid method."
Liu Yun nodded.
"Once the Stone-Shattering Palm is unleashed, even I would only have two paths: either retreat to avoid its force or meet force with force. But no matter which method, it's impossible to completely neutralize the attack within three moves, especially with only one hand!"
"In that case, this person is destined to lose."
Everyone was delighted. Among all the people present, the person who understood the Stone-Shattering Palm the best was naturally the Great Grandmaster Realm cultivator Liu Yun. Since even he said so, Chu Hao was more likely to lose than not.
But Chu Hao's expression was unchanged. Facing the fierce onslaught of Liu Feng, he did not retreat but advanced, taking a step forward.
It was this simple step that made Liu Feng's expression change drastically!
A snake has its "seven inches," which is its vital spot.
Chu Hao's step was like a foot stepping directly onto the snake's "seven inches."
"How is this possible?! How is this possible?!"
Liu Feng was screaming in his heart. When he cultivated the Spirit Cloud Movement Art, he had heard Liu Long say that this movement art had a weak point, just like the "seven inches" of a snake.
But if he could cultivate the Spirit Cloud Movement Art to "great accomplishment," even Liu Long would be unable to find this weak spot in a real battle.
In a fight, a moment's change is fleeting. How would an opponent have time to slowly look for a weak point?
Liu Feng had long since cultivated this technique to "great accomplishment," yet now, Chu Hao saw through the weak point of this movement art with just a glance and stepped right on it!
Didn't that mean Chu Hao was even stronger than Liu Long?
Little did Liu Feng know that, let alone a "great accomplishment" Spirit Cloud Movement Art, even one at "perfect mastery" would be full of flaws in Chu Hao's eyes. It had no secrets to speak of.
He was a legendary Heavenly Venerate Realm from many years ago. It was a realm that even Liu Long could not imagine. How could Liu Long be compared to him?
Instantly, as Chu Hao took that step, Liu Feng's momentum suddenly collapsed, as if a balloon full of air had been suddenly pricked by a needle. His palm technique seemed to be affected and stiffened.
It was at the very moment that Liu Feng's offense was interrupted that Chu Hao seized the opportunity. He opened his right hand and changed his palm to a claw. His five fingers curled slightly, like a dragon extending its claws to attack its prey.
This was a High-grade Mortal-tier martial skill, the Origin Plucking Hand!
This was a martial skill of the Chu family. The original Chu Hao had only cultivated it superficially and was not proficient in it, not even reaching the "entry-level" stage.
A martial skill has four realms: entry-level, minor accomplishment, great accomplishment, and perfect mastery.
But the version Chu Hao performed now was directly at the realm of "perfect mastery."
The Origin Plucking Hand had a pleasant name, but in reality, it was a ruthless martial skill. This skill was used to turn a person's major tendons into zither strings. With a flick of the finger, it could directly break a person's tendons.
Chu Hao's palm lightly touched one of Liu Feng's major tendons. His hand was clearly very soft, like cotton, as it made contact. But when he began to flick his fingers, it immediately became as hard as iron.
The softer it was, the more fierce it was when it burst out—the ultimate softness yet the ultimate hardness.
"This is bad!"
Liu Feng had sensed that something was wrong, but it was already too late for him to react.
He only felt a sharp pain in a few of his major tendons. All the strength in his body instantly vanished, and he fell heavily to the ground with a "thud," his face planted first. He was bruised and swollen, and his nose was broken and bleeding on the spot.