Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 995: Taking advantage of the situation

Guo Tingshu raised his right hand, but instead of making a fist or forming a palm, he spread his fingers out in an extremely strange way: his thumb was tucked in, his index and middle fingers were extended forward and slightly bent, and his ring and little fingers were curled back into his palm.

The shape of the entire hand is neither like a fist nor a claw, but rather resembles... the shape of the beak of some kind of bird when it lowers its head to peck at food?

At the same time, without moving his feet, his waist naturally twisted slightly to the right, causing his raised right arm to spring out. His index and middle fingers, which were close together and slightly bent, "pointed" precisely at the inside of Bai Zhaoyue's dragon claw wrist, a subtle position that was neither an acupoint nor a joint!

The movements appeared slow and casual, lacking any strength, and even somewhat clumsy and laughable, showing none of the sharp and powerful aura of a master sparring match.

However, at the very moment Guo Tingshu's finger "tapped" that spot—

Bai Zhaoyue's seemingly inevitable claw strike suddenly froze!

It wasn't that she was blocked by force or shaken away by energy; rather, it was as if a crucial link in her power chain was caught by a soft feather, preventing the subsequent power from being transmitted at all.

She felt a numbness on the inside of her wrist, and the originally smooth and fierce claw force instantly collapsed. The sharp energy gathered in her five fingers involuntarily changed direction, grazing past Guo Tingshu's ear and only cutting off a few strands of hair.

"Huh?" Bai Zhaoyue exclaimed in surprise, her dragon eyes filled with astonishment.

Although she didn't use her full strength in that claw strike, it was still something that an ordinary cultivator could not neutralize, let alone with such a... strange move!

Yuan Jiqing's eyes widened slightly. It was an old rival of Bai Zhaoyue and could see the power of Bai Zhaoyue's claw. This human boy's movements were obviously ordinary, so how did he manage to deflect it so easily?

Jing Yu was deeply shocked. He had fought Bai Zhaoyue for hundreds of rounds and knew how exquisite and ruthless her claw techniques were, and how unpredictable and treacherous they were. Even he had to be fully focused to deal with them.

Guo Tingshu's seemingly casual touch was not only perfectly timed, but also incredibly precise, hitting the most vulnerable point that Bai Zhaoyue was making when shifting the force of her claw technique! This was no coincidence!

Guo Tingshu, however, seemed quite satisfied with his "masterpiece." He withdrew his hand, looked at his fingers, then at Bai Zhaoyue's dragon claw suspended in mid-air, nodded thoughtfully, and turned to Jing Yu earnestly:

“Fellow Daoist Bai, what do you think of my response? I observe this… well, this dragon clan fellow’s claws are sharp and swift, unpredictable, somewhat resembling the pouncing posture of a fusion beast with iron claws and falcons that I have seen before.”

“Those falcons are extremely fierce, their claws can pierce through the rocks in this area… I pondered for a long time and found that if I could simulate a long-necked silver-beaked crane, I could lightly touch the area three inches below the talons of the falcon with my beak when it swoops down. No matter how the falcon changes direction, the silver-beaked crane can always touch it and separate it immediately. The falcon will then lose its balance and miss its target.”

He paused, seemingly feeling that the description was not accurate enough, and added, "Of course, this dragon fellow's claw technique is a hundred times more exquisite than that of the eagle, and the strength is worlds apart."

"Just now, I only felt that the flow of energy in that instant was quite similar to a certain 'momentum' when a hawk pounces or a silver-billed crane counters, so I subconsciously imitated the posture and position of the silver-billed crane's beak-touching... and it seems to have actually worked a little?"

Guo Tingshu spoke sincerely, his eyes clear, without a trace of boasting or pretense, as if he were genuinely asking Jing Yu for a somewhat immature "little trick" that he had figured out himself.

Bai Zhaoyue's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

She understood what Guo Tingshu meant—this seemingly dull human boy had, in the blink of an eye, compared the essence of her Dragon Palace secret claw technique to the pouncing posture of some ordinary bird, and found an almost instinctive, straightforward "clumsy method" to deal with it!

This made her feel a strange sense of humiliation and chill, even more so than if she had used advanced techniques to forcefully break through the opponent's moves.

Bai Zhaoyue gritted her teeth, her dragon tail swaying uneasily. Her gaze at Guo Tingshu was no longer just filled with killing intent, but also with a hint of solemnity and scrutiny.

"Good, a good human."

Bai Zhaoyue slowly retracted her dragon claws, and her aura began to surge violently. She no longer maintained her original human form, and dazzling white light burst forth from her body: "You have reason to be proud that you could force me to reveal my true form!"

Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious dragon roar resounded throughout the outer hall!

Amidst the burst of white light, the human figure vanished, replaced by a long, slender white dragon with scales as white as snow and carved from jade!

The dragon coiled around, its head and horns prominent, its four claws gleaming coldly. Its majestic dragon might, mixed with the pure aura of the ancestral dragon bloodline, spread out like a tidal wave.

This is the true teaching of the Dragon Palace, the battle form of the White Dragon lineage that unlocks all restrictions and fully unleashes the power of the physical body!

"careful!"

Jing Yu couldn't help but speak up again to remind her, and Bai Zhaoyue was actually forced to reveal her true form, which showed how strong her killing intent was at this moment!

Bai Zhaoyue, who had transformed into a white dragon, held nothing back.

It raised its head and launched its first attack with its pair of coral-like, crystal-clear dragon horns!

The dragon horn pierced the air without any frills, striking Guo Tingshu's chest with the speed and ferocity of a falling meteor. A point of extremely sharp white light condensed at the tip of the horn, and a fierce wind surged wherever it passed.

Guo Tingshu looked up at the rapidly enlarging dragon horns, his gaze still focused, showing no sign of panic.

Without moving his feet, he raised both palms. Instead of taking the hit head-on, he placed his left palm in front with the palm facing upward and slightly concave, and his right palm behind with the palm facing downward and lightly pressing down, making a rounded motion with both arms.

Just as the dragon horns were about to reach his body, he shook his arms, and the round energy suddenly generated a viscous pulling force. His left palm brushed against the side of the dragon horns and pulled them in, while his right palm lifted and pushed at the base of the dragon horns. The movements were as smooth as flowing water, light and effortless.

Bai Zhaoyue felt an extremely subtle swirling force coming from her, which deflected the fierce forward momentum. Her dragon body involuntarily spun slightly to the side along with the arc drawn by Guo Tingshu's arms. The corner that was sure to hit grazed Guo Tingshu's clothes and pierced through the air, crashing hard into the ground in the distance.

"Huh? This technique..." Jing Yu's pupils shrank.

Guo Tingshu withdrew his palm and stood still, seemingly lost in thought. He said, “The horn-charge is a straight-up attack, somewhat like the [Horned Deer] clan. I deal with it by taking the form of an iron-backed tortoise. When the horned deer charge, I don’t take it head-on. Instead, I turn to the side and use the slanted side of my shell to draw its force, and then use my short legs to push off its hoof roots, which can make it lose its balance… I just tried a similar principle.”

Bai Zhaoyue's dragon eyes glared, her anger intensifying.

The dragon's tail then swept across!

As the dragon's tail swayed, the scales at its tip stood up, creating a whistling wind that swept towards Guo Tingshu's waist.