Long Zongyin had not brought any weapons.
He was there to fetch ice, and had never anticipated a battle.
But it didn't matter.
He twisted his waist and hips, gathering strength for a palm strike.
Whoom!
As the edge of his palm appeared, layers of ripples spread like the waves of an umbrella, touching the bottom of the ship and suddenly lightening its draft.
With his white robe fluttering, he was like a dragon ascending to heaven.
Before the people on the ship had the chance to react, Long Zongyin had already unleashed half of his palm strike, then spun around midstream in the raging current, naturally pulling back. This retraction was as if he had the water and the boat in his grasp.
Then came the grating sound of the boat's planks being compressed.
Long Zongyin clenched his hand into a fist and struck fiercely, much like a warrior on the battlefield swinging a hammer from horseback, brutally aggressive!
