This was all thanks to the fact that he had previously been forced to memorize that single finger strike and palm attack. There were profound mysteries contained within them. Even though he had barely managed to commit them to memory and understood less than one or two tenths of their essence, it was already enough to give his own martial arts a refined quality. Every punch and palm, every move and stance, now carried a completely brand-new understanding. The exact same move possessed power several times greater than before.
From the perspective of Hao Qi's martial artist's understanding, when he first practiced the Arhat Fist for ten years, it was merely "mountains are mountains, water is water." Later on, as he comprehended the first Divine state, then the second, he gradually entered the stage of "mountains are no longer mountains, water is no longer water." But now, having grasped a mere tenth of that finger and palm technique, he had already stepped into the realm where "mountains are still mountains, water is still water."
These thoughts flashed through Hao Qi's mind in a split second; the battlefield allowed no time for idle daydreaming. The very next moment, he vaulted toward another Tyrant-class Creature. From the moment he entered the fray to blasting apart a Tyrant-class Creature, barely a few seconds had passed. Yet in those few short seconds, two dragon-like monsters, each fully ten thousand meters long, had already flown into the upper atmosphere. Paying no he…
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