Competent Daughter of an Exalted Clan (Part 3)

　　Hong Jiu silently rose to his feet. His fighting spirit burnt as intensely as it could; his internal injuries were no longer c.u.mbersome. He healed quickly, as his internal energy was potent, and he took the least damage of the trio.

　　Abels smiled: "According to our investigations, you are not part of the escort and not part of the imperial court's personnel. Your martial arts skills are decent. Have you ever considered life as a bandit?"

　　"s.h.i.+t me, where did you learn to be a bandit? You're persuasion script is more courteous than what a scholar's."

　　"I won't be courteous with my next punch."

　　Abels took a step forward. The next step he took was so intimidating it felt as though he was stomping pressure onto Hong Jiu. Hong Jiu was always proudest of his physique apt for martial arts greatness, yet he felt as though he couldn't stand with his chest up in the face of Abels' intimidation. Hong Jiu grunted and stomped, parting the mud beneath him and forcing his chest up.

　　"Commendable, indeed. You're worthy of witnessing eighty percent of my full power," enthused Abels, smiling and ending his second sentence in a rather dramatic tone.

　　As if he collected the pressure he was emitting around him, Abels concentrated his strength to his hand: "Take this!"

　　The wind generated from Abels punch parted the rain and air within a radius of nine metres around his punching arm. The gust of wind created a hemisphere several centimetres deep in the ground. Abels' arm suddenly glowed blue. There was no convincing anyone Hong Jiu would survive the punch.

　　Hong Jiu took in a deep breath and blocked out Abels' location from his mind. It was futile to locate an adept at Divine Realm, a fact he learnt from being around his first senior brother for so many years. Attempting to pinpoint the enemy could end up confusing him. Unable to pinpoint Abels once he moved, Hong Jiu launched a palm strike before Abels actually tried to tag him.

　　Hong Jiu's launched a barrage of seventy-nine palm strikes from left to right. Once he felt the unstoppable force nine centimetres away from Abels' body, Hong Jiu felt half of his body go numb. That was when Hong Jiu finished with the latter half of his move.

　　"Watch carefully, nimrod… This is palm technique!"

　　Hong Jiu palmed toward the sky, flickering the blue energy ball on Abels' hand. When Abels tried to mould more energy to consolidate his energy, Hong Jiu and the latter's force up overwhelmed the entire s.p.a.ce.

　　What happened was Hong Jiu used the seventy-nine palm strikes to narrow the s.p.a.ce, limiting both of them to their internal strength. Abels' internal energy could run through Hong Jiu's effortlessly, so it was more than what the narrow s.p.a.ce could contain.

　　Imagine a room that isolated only two objects within that s.p.a.ce. If one of the two objects was to expand, it would eventually push the second object out. So accordingly, Abels' second punch decimated the s.p.a.ce Hong Jiu created, which was exactly what the latter was aiming for.

　　If Hong Jiu and Abels' blows met, one would take damage; however, due to the small s.p.a.ce and the force of Abels' second punch only being at thirty percent of his full power, the punch only pushed Hong Jiu out. Still, Hong Jiu was dropped and sprayed a mouthful of blood.