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Mao Sheng's expression fluctuated, his face twitching from time to time, sometimes gritting his teeth, and at other times appearing very calm. This tangled look left others unsure of what he was really thinking.
"Hey! If you're distracted, you might end up dead," Ye Mingshang finally couldn't hold back any longer. This Mao Sheng had a thick mane, but his skills were lacking. He was a bit foolish, truly a simpleton, daring to lose focus in battle; it was a wonder how he had survived until now.
Shaking his head inwardly, Ye Mingshang tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp.
Mao Sheng also snapped back to reality and remembered what kind of opponent he was fighting. If the other party had attacked while he was dazed, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat at the thought.
Swallowing hard, Mao Sheng contemplated his countermeasures, but after thinking it over, he realized he had no effective methods to employ.
He called himself Lightning Hand; although his hand skills were remarkable, his speed was also quite fast since he was built for speed.
However, facing this freak with a speed that left him dizzy was far beyond what he could compare to. It was impossible to win with agility alone. As for strength, he had no idea how strong the opponent was. Judging by his physique, he didn't seem to excel in strength either, but neither did Mao Sheng.
In the end, the only thing he could rely on was his hand skills. Only by using the ability that earned him the title Lightning Hand could he possibly have a chance.
"I wonder how good his martial arts are. I hope they aren't as freakish as his speed; otherwise, I might really die."
Mao Sheng bitterly smiled to himself, realizing that he had always complained about his opponents being too weak and slow. Even when fighting someone of equal level like Diyin Wang Luzang, he found it unsatisfying. In the end, being suppressed in speed was truly ironic.
Taking a deep breath, Mao Sheng stood up straight and withdrew his stance, appearing as if he was about to give up.
However, in Ye Mingshang's eyes, it looked entirely different.
"Oh~ Are you finally going to make a move?" Ye Mingshang's eyes sparkled with interest as he became slightly more serious.
After a brief moment of adjustment, Mao Sheng calmed his mind and erased all those chaotic thoughts; his brain felt clear. In this state, even his demeanor seemed to change.
"Ye Mingshang, I have to admit that you are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered. But don't underestimate me; I am Lightning Hand for a reason."
Ye Mingshang chuckled lightly.
"Feel free to come at me."
"Huh!~"
Mao Sheng exhaled, his eyes flashing with brilliance as his body suddenly shot out, leaving behind an afterimage, moving at an incredible speed.
"This is somewhat impressive."
Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes, preparing to strike back.
At a distance of fifty meters, it would take an average person about ten seconds to cover that distance; even athletes would need seven or eight seconds. But for Mao Sheng, it was merely two seconds.
This speed would easily surpass world champions; even if he didn't engage in any cult activities and became an athlete instead, his future would be bright.
A golden figure, accompanied by afterimages, arrived in an instant.
If anyone else were in this position, even the previous four hall masters would struggle to keep up, except perhaps Wu Boyi; even Sha Qian would find it difficult.
However, Ye Mingshang's speed could be even faster. His heightened perception made Mao Sheng's speed seem no different from that of an ordinary person running.
Mao Sheng had already reached him when Ye Mingshang clenched his fist and threw a punch.
The punch came out like a swift wind, fierce as thunder.
Yet, facing this punch, Mao Sheng remained calm and composed, seemingly oblivious to the incoming attack.
However, since he was known as one of the three top experts, standing among the pinnacle of human strength, it was impossible for him to be so lacking.
Even when confronted by what was nearly the strongest among humanity's peak powers, it was unreasonable for him to have no means of counterattack.
Just as the punch was about to land and hit him, Mao Sheng's expression remained unchanged. His hands suddenly appeared on either side, crossing over each other to deflect the punch.
However, at the moment of contact, his expression changed.
"What tremendous strength!"
He was startled to find that he couldn't deflect the punch; his arm was as steady as a mountain.
Mao Sheng's mind raced, and he quickly devised a strategy. He didn't need to deflect the opponent's hand; as long as he could get close, he could strike at the opponent's acupoints. No matter how strong someone was, even a Soul Body, he could immobilize them by hitting their acupoints.
As long as the opponent couldn't move, they would be at his mercy.
Mao Sheng calculated his next move, slightly shifting his body to the side and advancing instead of retreating, his fist almost brushing past his ear.
"This is it!"
Mao Sheng's eyes lit up as he clenched his fist, extending his index finger and delivering a precise strike to Ye Mingshang's pulse.
"Got you!"
Mao Sheng felt a surge of joy in his heart. He formed the same hand position again and aimed for the opponent's armpit.
With another successful hit, he continued to strike at various acupoints on Ye Mingshang's body.
The speed was rapid, and the strikes were extremely precise.
The human body has 720 acupoints, among which there are 108 critical points and 36 fatal points. He aimed for those 108 critical points without intending to kill Ye Mingshang.
In just a few breaths, the 108 acupuncture points were completed under his machine-gun-like hands.
Throughout the process, Ye Mingshang seemed to have been hit with acupuncture points and was unable to resist.
After finishing, Mao Sheng took a step back and let out a slight sigh of relief.
He could imagine that Ye Mingshang might have been able to dodge, but he absolutely did not believe that after being struck in so many acupuncture points, he would be unscathed.
Even Lu Zang, with his extensive training, was not immune to external forces. He could even withstand blades to some extent, but he would still be affected by the attacks learned by Face.
Acupuncture points are undoubtedly the most vulnerable areas of the human body.
Even those with extensive training cannot protect their acupuncture points.
For extremely overweight individuals, their thick layers of fat provide some protection, and their acupuncture points differ from those of an average person, which may affect the efficacy of acupuncture.
However, Ye Mingshang was clearly not overweight; he was just slightly more robust than Mao Sheng and had indeed felt the effects of being struck at those points earlier.
With 108 vital acupuncture points targeted, although his physique would not lead to death, it would certainly render him unable to fight for a long time. Even if Mao Sheng were to release the points, Ye Mingshang would need a good period of rest and recovery.
Looking at Ye Mingshang across from him, who remained motionless and expressionless, Mao Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Although I managed to subdue you with some difficulty, it was truly frightening. If it weren't for my acupuncture technique, I might not have just subdued you today; I could have even died myself." (To be continued.)
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