#929 - Gangxuan Jade Hands Chopping the Wind

Quanin, with violet light gleaming in his eyes, was like a demon. He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, judging the flying distance of the gauntlets with incredible accuracy. He decisively twisted his body, activating the revolving 'iron hammer' to smash against the gauntlet.

This attack condensed the power of his whole body and made full use of inertia.

Compared to the previous conflicts, this strike was more like a hammer technique.

The pitch-black hammer collided with the iron shield, and the resulting shockwave was greater than any previous collision.

However, having already witnessed Quanlin's strength, the gauntlet was fully prepared. During the attack, it further enhanced the output of soul power, strengthening the force of the attack.

Because of this, it showed no less power when facing the heavy iron hammer attack.

However, the gauntlet, which had retreated slightly, noticed that Quanlin's body was actually rotating rapidly in the direction of the impact force.

Before it could react, an iron fist, even more swift than the previous one, turned into a semicircle and smashed towards it.

The gauntlet's old force had just dissipated, and its new force had not yet been generated. Facing this sudden blow, it was visibly dazed.

"Bang!"

The gauntlet, which had not put up sufficient resistance, was heavily smashed to the other side of the wall.

The impact force of this blow was faster and stronger, exceeding the range of power that the gauntlet could withstand.

Quanlin's lips curled up slightly as he looked at the gauntlets scattered on both sides, and smiled, "Having the same power, faster speed, and, more importantly, being extremely familiar with me, the Black Iron Gauntlets are, in a sense, very terrifying.

However, you are not without weaknesses.

While gaining ultra-high mobility, you sacrificed an important factor, which is power.

This 'Chaotic Wind Hammering' technique, which requires the conduction and twisting of the body to be fully effective, is the winning strategy to overcome you."

As a key training focus for the Quan family, Quanlin had of course cultivated forging techniques from a young age, and this technique of borrowing force to strike was naturally included in the forging skills.

Not only that, the boxing version of the technique of borrowing force to strike, which Quanli and Quanyue had learned from Quan Yi's guidance, was also taught to him.

After quickly collecting and analyzing the gauntlet's information, Quanlin naturally found his own advantages.

Using force to overcome skill was the only way he could think of to defeat the Martial Soul at this stage.

This time, Quanlin stretched out his arms towards the two gauntlets on either side, hooking his fingers provocatively.

Seeing this scene, the dazed gauntlets erupted with intense energy fluctuations.

They were completely enraged by this action, and the heavy energy fluctuations could not calm down.

The right-hand gauntlet, which was closer, took the lead in charging. The previous attack had not caused any damage to it, so the attack was not affected at all.

It should be known that the technique of borrowing force to strike has a weakness, which is that it cannot launch two attacks at the same time.

The Black Iron Gauntlets, enraged and not much more intelligent than humans, completely fell into Quanlin's calculations.

Quanlin once again condensed soul power, and punched with a hammer-like blow on the gauntlet, and the two erupted with a violent counter-shock force, causing a brief separation.

At this time, the light and thin gauntlet would be knocked farther away and would be briefly deadlocked due to the vibration.

However, Quanlin was able to circulate this counter-shock force throughout his body, rotating his body, which should have been deadlocked.

The prepared left fist, after twisting a short half-circle, superimposed the counter-shock force on the fist and struck the left-hand gauntlet, which was a little later.

"Clang!"

A heavy roar, like striking a bronze bell, erupted inside the gauntlet's cavity.

This gauntlet flew backwards again in the same way.

And in this brief gap, Quanlin's body began to rotate again, entering the preparation for the third strike.

In this situation, the rational response should be to temporarily avoid the edge and wait for the superimposed momentum to dissipate on its own.

However, the unruliness and arrogance of the Martial Soul would not allow them to retreat at this point. They instinctively felt that if they retreated at this point, it would mean defeat for them.

This was the only thing they would absolutely not allow to happen.

After experiencing a brief shock, the right-hand gauntlet burst out with energy without stopping, launching an impact.

Seeing the performance of the Martial Soul, Quanlin was overjoyed, and the third strike he had prepared for it accurately aimed at the gauntlet.

The stronger the gauntlet's power, the greater the power Quanlin could superimpose.

Accumulated twice, the attack power of this fist exceeded the soul ring skill effect that could only be exerted when possessing the Martial Soul.

Compared to Quanlin, the extremely tough gauntlet finally showed a violently trembling posture under such an attack.

Fourth strike!

Fifth strike!

Even so, the gauntlet still had no intention of retreating.

Fist to fist, metal to flesh fist.

Unconcealed direct collisions continued to occur in the narrow space.

The small black whirlwind centered on Quanlin and the large black whirlwind formed by the surrounding gauntlets reversed and rubbed against each other.

Bursting out with terrifying force shocks and energy fluctuations.

As the power increased, the vibrations generated by the gauntlet even prevented the normal operation of the energy inside the gauntlet.

If Quanlin's pace was not slow and he could not chase the gauntlet, he would definitely be able to make it unable to fight back.

However, even so, as the superposition number reached double digits, the gauntlet was knocked away and directly hit one side of the narrow room wall.

This phenomenon made Quanlin's eyes light up.

The other gauntlet instinctively sensed the unease brought about by the change and hurriedly wanted to stop Quanlin.

However, with the eleventh punch, Quanlin actually followed the gauntlet's momentum and smashed it to the same side as the other gauntlet.

The superposition of the two forces not only hit the gauntlet against the wall, but the rebounding force also bounced it back to the direction where Quanlin was.

And at this time, Quanlin, who had basically remained in place, finally moved his steps towards the side wall where the gauntlet was.

This time, he rotated the superimposed force a full circle, instead of the original half circle.

Quanlin, who could only advance by rotating, was not fast, but it was enough to get close to the gauntlet that had been bounced back to his face by the wall.

The twelfth punch, swung around a full circle, had a power that completely surpassed the shackles of the level.

The tearing force on Quanlin's body made him even more painful, but at this point, it was a contest of strength.

If he couldn't strike while the iron was hot and let go of this energy, he would have no chance to get up again.

Therefore, even at the cost of shattering these jade fists, he must not stop here.

The increasingly dark fist, wrapped in terrifying attack power, heavily struck the gauntlet that had just received the attack.

And hammered it back to the wall again, just like playing tennis against the wall.