In a split second, Hao Qi did not retreat but instead advanced, pressing almost directly against the Spider. At close quarters, he curled his hand into a fist and struck the square on the Spider's forehead with an inch-punch. Meanwhile, the Spider's whip-like legs swept through the empty space behind him. A sharp, cracking sound tore through the air—it was not loud, but that peculiar noise felt as though it might shatter space itself, making the hairs on Hao Qi's arms stand on end. Yet where his fist landed its inch-punch, the Spider was merely knocked back several hundred meters, its block-like outer shell remaining completely unscathed.
Elsewhere, in a mountain forest somewhere in the Red Sea, the masked youth nodded slightly and said, "Although we've gathered the combat data and martial arts techniques of over eighty Master Martial Artists, a dozen or so Grandmaster Martial Artists, and two Supreme Martial Artists, it still falls somewhat short compared to true top-tier martial artists, strictly in terms of combat techniques. Judging solely by technique, it is at best equivalent to the level of a Master Martial Artist, falling well short of even a Grandmaster."
The boy, standing beside him, remarked, "Sir, haven't combat tests for martial artists been conducted dozens of times? Starting from the Master level, martial artists instinctively rely on their intuition during combat, whereas your creation operates on calculation. It is this fundamental difference that causes th…
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