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If that palm strike were to hit squarely, Sanjō Ten'un would certainly be rendered useless on the spot.

As quick as lightning, Ten'un Sanjō moved his hand towards Wang Longhu's groin, aiming right for Wang Longhu's vulnerable spot.

He knew he couldn't dodge Wang Longhu's palm strike, so he was willing to trade injury for injury. If Wang Longhu didn't care about the potential harm to his manhood, he could continue with the palm strike.

But even if Ten'un Sanjō lost, Wang Longhu would still pay a heavy price, injuring the enemy a thousand times while suffering an eight hundred times loss.

"How despicable! A martial artist using such dirty tricks," Daoist Three Lakes couldn't help but sneer.

Almost everyone thought Wang Longhu would retreat from this move and wait for another chance to defeat Ten'un Sanjō.

But who would have thought, Wang Longhu neither dodged nor evaded, letting Ten'un Sanjō's underhanded move approach, and just then, Wang Longhu's abdomen suddenly collapsed like a landslide, his belly flattening.

At the same time, his chest vibrated slightly, as if there was a heavenly thunder rolling inside, producing a buzzing drumming sound.

Wang Longhu snorted through his nose and suddenly opened his mouth to shout fiercely.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, it was like a thunderclap exploding on the spot, the ground resonating with thunder. Ten'un Sanjō hadn't even touched Wang Longhu before he clutched his ears in agony, collapsing to the ground, wailing miserably.

You could see a trickle of blood flowing slowly from his ears, which was a result of Wang Longhu's explosive shout injuring his eardrums.

"Baji Fist's Exhalation!"

"Good lad!"

In the crowd, Xuanzhen and Celestial Martial Arts both lit up with surprised and appreciative smiles.

In Internal Boxing, there is a saying about Ming Jin, Dark Force, and Huajin. To master Huajin, one must temper the muscles and bones of the body in a specific way, so that every pore can emit energy, at which point it is considered mastered.

Among these methods, Xingyi Boxing's Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound counts as one, Wudang's Golden Toad Skill counts as one, and Baji Fist's Exhalation can barely count as one.

The practice of Exhalation mainly affects the chest cavity and the throat. For a master, shouting while holding a breath is like a thunder explosion, quite mystical.

What Wang Longhu demonstrated at this moment was exactly this skill; his Exhalation technique had reached a state of great perfection.

"Ah!!" Ten'un Sanjō shouted in pain, clutching his ears and looking at Wang Longhu standing nearby, his eyes full of fear.

He couldn't understand how he had been defeated so easily without even touching Wang Longhu's clothes.

Is this still a Martial Arts exchange meeting?

Or, could Wang Longhu still be considered a Martial Artist in their understanding?

Being able to injure someone's eardrums with just a shout could be considered half a deity even in ancient times, right?

Looking at Ten'un Sanjō's terrified eyes, Wang Longhu felt disdain in his heart.

The ancient martial arts styles of these little devils mostly originated in the Warring States Era, where war catalyzed the art of killing—a timeless truth.

But their art of killing remains superficial, using strength and technique to deal with enemies. In our Martial Arts, even when pushed to the extreme, it's just the peak of Ming Jin.

Without touching the internal body and understanding Dark Force, they are merely ordinary martial artists.

When a martial artist develops Dark Force, in a strict sense, they can no longer be considered an ordinary martial artist.

Dark Force is a transformation, and Huajin develops the body to a higher mysterious state.

"Sanjo-san!"

Immediately, a little devil's staff rushed over, helping Ten'un Sanjō up and taking him away for treatment.

Having successively and cleanly defeated two members of the little devils' Martial Arts exchange team without any effort, Wang Longhu's performance was like a reassurance pill for everyone in Wudang, boosting the morale of the entire crowd.

In Ten'un Sanjō's understanding, he was always the strongest member of the little devils' team.

Now that this strongest member was defeated, couldn't it be already determined that Wudang's victory in this Martial Arts exchange meeting between the two nations was set?

Just as many young Wudang Daoists were overjoyed, a figure slowly emerged from the little devils' Martial Arts exchange team's side.