Government, Martial Arts Arena.
Xu Qing stood still while Guard Ma ran around him, constantly striking with his Iron Sand Palm. Dozens of palms hit Xu Qing's body, but Xu Qing did not dodge even one.
As a result, Guard Ma shouted, "No more."
He looked at his own palms, which were significantly swollen compared to usual, several sizes larger. He didn't know how much medicated wine he would have to use to reduce the swelling.
Guard Wang beside him also exclaimed in admiration, "Gongming, what kind of kung fu is this?"
Xu Qing defeating Guard Ma, even with the joint efforts of his martial brothers, was hardly surprising. But what happened before their eyes was even more astonishing; Xu Qing stood still and took dozens of Iron Sand Palm strikes from Guard Ma without any damage and even inflicted injury upon Guard Ma.
