This.
Seeing Xue Zhifeng staggering, the crowd below was somewhat dumbfounded.
Xue Zhifeng's first punch was so ferocious, it was clear he intended to defeat Song Qiao in one move.
Everyone felt that the punch contained both form and intent, and if it landed, it would decide the victor.
But reality is often dramatic.
Who would have thought that the punch would miss?
Xue Zhifeng was also greatly surprised. He felt he understood Song Qiao relatively well.
After all, he had witnessed firsthand the moves Song Qiao used when attacking Cui Feng.
Although he looked down on Cui Feng's Bagua Zhang, considering it an insult to the technique!
He had to admit that Song Qiao's footwork was indeed agile.
Because of this, when he threw the punch, he had already used his form and intent to block all of Song Qiao's escape routes.
Yet, unexpectedly, Song Qiao easily dodged it even so!
This not only embarrassed him but also filled him with a sense of inexplicable panic.
Just as he was rapidly deducing where things had gone wrong, his pupils suddenly widened.
Because a powerful surge of energy brushed past his back, chilling him to the bone!
Not good!
Thinking it was a bad omen, Xue Zhifeng bent his waist and sprang up, hastily turning around to respond.
He saw that the sky above seemed to have darkened at that moment!
It wasn't that the sky was truly overcast and about to rain, but a hand was suspended before him!
That hand was not thick or wide.
But the moment it blocked his path, Xue Zhifeng felt as if he had been cut off from the world!
A single hand obscuring the sky!
Sweat poured down his body, large beads of sweat incessantly appearing.
Xue Zhifeng's legs moved rapidly, his footwork at its absolute limit.
He desperately wanted to evade this attack.
However, Song Qiao's palm was the true definition of sealing off all his escape routes!
Leaving him with nowhere to run!
Song Qiao raised his hand and held it at Xue Zhifeng's face, not rushing to strike.
Instead, he lowered his body, exerted force, and then lunged forward!
The entire movement was seamless, flowing as naturally as clouds and water.
Choosing to channel the power of his waist and spine to deliver this palm strike, an aura of energy swirled around his palm, immensely potent!
Song Qiao did not possess the ability to truly block out the sky with one hand, but this powerful surge of energy could completely blind Xue Zhifeng's senses.
This was what it meant to be sealed!
As for Xue Zhifeng's sealing palm strike, Song Qiao almost wanted to laugh.
"I'll go all out!"
Seeing the palm strike descending like mountains, Xue Zhifeng knew he could not dodge.
With no way to evade, there was no need to evade!
As the palm drew closer to his face, Xue Zhifeng extended a hand in a moment of urgency.
The grandeur and composure from his earlier boxing were gone, his movements becoming extremely peculiar.
He subtly extended his hand and grasped Song Qiao's wrist!
*Crack!*
The instant their palms met, the stage beneath Xue Zhifeng's feet instantly exploded!
The concrete stage began to show cracks!
The cracks rapidly spread outwards, like a parched and cracked earth, a horrifying sight!
"Diverting force! Using softness to overcome hardness!"
Upon seeing this, the crowd could not help but exclaim in surprise again.
Although it was clear that Xue Zhifeng was struggling hard,
His force-diverting technique was still astonishing.
"Do you see the cracks beneath his feet?"
"He transfers the attack he is about to receive outwards with a special technique. Examiner Xue's Tai Chi has reached a state of perfection!"
"Amazing! Truly worthy of being Examiner Xue!"
Listening to the crowd's unthinking praise, Gao Meng pouted below, somewhat unhappy.
"Shouldn't we be marveling at the power of my master's palm strike right now?"
"What state of perfection? Isn't he still being suppressed by my master? Hmph!"
Xu Rou had no mood to pay attention to the crowd's discussion.
She carefully observed the calm expression of Song Qiao, then glanced at the profusely sweating Xue Zhifeng for comparison.
She knew that his Tai Chi was not as miraculous as everyone praised.
Because he himself had borne the brunt of the palm strike's power.
This meant that Xue Zhifeng could not hold on for much longer!
"We can prepare for the next round of assessment, but I never expected this fellow's strength..."
Xue Zhifeng on the stage was indeed at his limit.
His legs trembled like a sieve, and the hand gripping Song Qiao's wrist was also subtly shaking.
Song Qiao, as Xu Rou had observed, still had a relaxed expression, clearly holding back.
"Four ounces against a thousand pounds?" Song Qiao sneered, looking down at Xue Zhifeng.
"In that case, shall I add another two ounces for you!"
Saying this, Song Qiao's palm slowly exerted force, continuously applying pressure on Xue Zhifeng!
*Crackle crackle!*
The stage shattered piece by piece, endless chunks of concrete exploding and scattering!
The area was immediately filled with smoke!
And amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Xue Zhifeng's face turned crimson.
Veins bulged on his forehead, terrifying like earthworms!
Already struggling, he could not hold on for much longer under Song Qiao's continuous pressure.
With a *bang!*
In a short while, he was instantly sent flying like a taut spring!
Blood spurted from his nose and mouth, forming a bloody line in the air.
Finally, he crashed heavily onto the ground!