Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Yang Guo had a dream.

In Yang Guo's dream, there were no cold stone walls of the ancient tomb, nor the bone-chilling cold of the jade bed; instead, there was a vast and boundless sea of ​​clouds.

He stood on a cloud, his hands empty, only his internal energy burning unbearably, surging wildly through his limbs and bones like a flood bursting its banks, desperately seeking an outlet.

Opposite him stood an opponent whose face was obscured.

This opponent was extremely skilled, his movements were elusive and unpredictable, and his defenses were impenetrable.

"Goodness, is this a test of my skills?"

Yang Guo's competitive spirit immediately surged up.

He steadied himself, and the true energy within his dantian became exceptionally active, bringing his sixteen years of refined cultivation to its peak.

One Finger Zen.

Yang Guo has mastered the seventh level of the martial arts technique left by Wang Chongyang, but he has not yet reached the point of being able to project his internal energy externally.

This skill is specifically designed to neutralize all kinds of insidious poisons; it is purely yang and extremely powerful.

"Take this!"

Yang Guo gave a low shout and suddenly extended his right index finger.

He believed that this finger strike was powerful enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch his opponent, the opponent seemed to sway slightly, his figure drifting away like a willow catkin.

"Sizzle—"

The finger strike missed its mark, grazing the corner of the opponent's clothes before striking the empty clouds and creating ripples.

"Didn't win?"

Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, looking at his fingers in disbelief.

His hands, which he usually used to steal and pickpocket, were so skilled that they were almost superb. How come they lost their aim at this crucial moment of a serious competition?

"Again!"

Yang Guo did not believe in superstition.

He adjusted his breathing, placed his feet on the seven-star orientation, and moved closer.

This time, he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he focused his mind and kept his eyes fixed on his opponent's weaknesses.

The opponent seemed to be provoking him as well. Although he remained silent, his sarcasm was very obvious, making the veins on Yang Guo's forehead throb.

"I refuse to believe I can't beat you!"

Yang Guo pointed his finger again.

This time, he spotted the flaw.

"puff!"

hit!

But soon, Yang Guo frowned.

Not right.

Although the finger struck the target, it was as if it had landed on a slippery globe.

The force was mostly dissipated the moment it made contact.

This method of deflecting force is somewhat similar to the concept of Tai Chi in later generations.

The opponent merely trembled slightly, effortlessly deflecting his attack!

It feels like being tickled!

"The energy is too scattered and cannot be concentrated."

Yang Guo quickly reviewed the gains and losses of the move in his mind.

When practicing, he always hits dead targets, so naturally he hits them every time.

But now he was facing a top expert whose defense was not only solid, but also had a technique to deflect force, making it impossible for his internal energy to hit the target.

A sense of defeat welled up in Yang Guo's heart.

Am I really not good enough?

No, a man cannot say he is incapable.

The more difficult something is for him, the more determined he is to accomplish it.

"I refuse to believe this! Today, either you collapse, or I, Yang Guo, die of exhaustion here!"

Time seems to lose its meaning in dreams.

Yang Guo began one tedious and arduous rehearsal after another.

One-Finger Divine Skill, extended, missed.

He extended his finger again, but his internal strength was insufficient.

Adjusting the rhythm, I extended my finger again, only to have it bounce back.

That feeling was extremely uncomfortable!

Despite possessing unparalleled internal strength, he cannot, like Duan Yu in the past, freely expend it and strike wherever he points!

And now my elbows are so sore, I don't even have the strength to lift them.

"Finger technique emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness."

"We can't just go for it blindly; we need to find the right rhythm."

Yang Guo was panting heavily as he pondered in his mind.

He began to try changing his strategy.

Instead of relentlessly attacking, they began to probe and try to discern the rhythm of their opponent's breathing.

……

Gradually, he seemed to have figured out some of the tricks of the trade.

The once impenetrable defense began to falter under his constant probing and testing.

Although his opponent's resistance remained fierce, Yang Guo became ruthless and unleashed his One-Finger Divine Skill like a madman.

"Now!"

Yang Guo, with a sudden flash of inspiration, sensed that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual in his body was running wildly, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians and converging in his right arm, and then compressed from his right arm to the tip of his index finger!

This gesture also bears a striking resemblance to the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

All his internal energy was concentrated in one finger!

"break!"

Yang Guo let out a deafening roar.

This finger strike, imbued with an indomitable spirit, fiercely targeted the opponent's exposed weakness.

"boom!"

Internal energy flows like water bursting its banks, flowing through the meridians.

This internal energy had been trapped within Yang Guo for a long time, but now that it was released, he felt incredibly relieved.

The enemy opposite him seemed unable to withstand the impact of Yang Guo's profound internal energy and was in great pain.

Then, as if it had fallen apart, it could no longer maintain its lofty posture and collapsed completely.

As he watched the enemy retreat, Yang Guo gasped for breath.

tired.

Damn, I'm exhausted.

But after that exhaustion, there was an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Like a climber who, after countless hardships, finally planted the flag on the highest peak.

"I've mastered it..."

Looking at his opponent who had completely submitted, Yang Guo smiled smugly.

"The One-Finger Divine Skill, which releases internal energy externally, truly lives up to its reputation."