"I can't dodge now; my hands and feet are useless against this sneak attack, and I certainly won't grow a third hand to defend myself."
These thoughts flashed through Su Xuan's mind like lightning, and as the faint glow came ever closer to his throat, he had never felt so close to death before.
"Xingyi Fist is divided into Foundation Establishment, Dark Strength, Power Transformation, Divine Entry, and Ancestor Returning. I have only reached the level of Foundation Establishment; dodging is impossible," thought Su Xuan as his mind continued to race: "But Huaxia is most famous for its Qigong. Every nation has its own Kung Fu, but Kung Fu that contains 'Qi'..."
At the thought of the word "Qi," Su Xuan's mind cleared, his tense face suddenly relaxed, revealing a slight smile.
"Hoo!"
The next moment, Su Xuan sank his Qi into his dantian, then abruptly drew it up, puffed his cheeks, and blew out the longest breath of his life.
