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That was the Haoqi Martial Master Haqi, similar to Jian Hong, it represents the divine might that transcends the physical body and its strength limitations.
The Haoqi was vast and mighty, so when seemingly ordinary punches and kicks were thrown, they carried the momentum of mountain torrents and avalanches, making Zhu Minglang feel as though he was contending against a grand and terrifying natural disaster, rather than a monk.
His fists could clash with sharp swords, as hard as iron.
His arms could easily deflect sword blades, dulling them.
When he kicked, it was like a brown ancient beast charging.
Zhu Minglang took several steps back, not out of genuine fear of the monk, but because on another front, several Netherfire Talismans flew his way. If he didn't dodge, these flames that directly burned the soul would bring immense pain.
Having just dodged the Netherfire Talismans, a large group of Banyan bees suddenly formed into a dark green wall and plummeted down fiercely.
