Chapter 630: Borrowing the East to Replace the West
Fang Zheng’s palm strike appeared ordinary at first, but midway through, it suddenly wavered, instantly splitting into two, then four, then eight palms.
Zuo Lengchan watched silently, his expression contemplative. He thought to himself, ‘Master Fang Zheng’s palm strikes shift into multiple directions midway, making his technique so mystical that it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Alas, the foundation of the Mount Song Sect pales in comparison to the Shaolin Sect.’
Despite the dazzling display, Zhang Sanfeng’s face retained a calm smile, showing no intention of evading or countering.
Fang Zheng couldn’t help but utter a soft “hmm” in surprise. His palm technique transformed from one to two, two to four, four to eight. If his opponent did not interrupt him in time, the technique would eventually evolve into sixteen palms, then thirty-two. The more the palm strikes multiplied, the more confusing and powerful they became. If executed to its legendary peak of a thousand palms, the opponent would be overwhelmed before they could even react, already struck by countless blows.
Since Zhang Sanfeng showed no intention of attacking, Fang Zheng continued his display unhurriedly. Gradually, his palms multiplied until they reached one hundred and twenty-eight—a limit he had never surpassed.
The legendary Thousand Hand Tathagata Palm, at its highest level, could reach 1,024 palms. However, no one in Shaolin’s history had ever achieved such mastery. Fang Zheng’s accomplishment of 128 palms was already unparalleled.
As the multitude of palm shadows approached, Zhang Sanfeng calmly raised his hands. With a few effortless motions, a faint Taiji diagram appeared before him. The sea of palm shadows collided with the Taiji diagram, melting away like snow under the blazing sun, disappearing without a trace.
The onlookers felt as if a blur passed before their eyes. When they looked again, they saw that Master Fang Zheng’s palms were firmly locked in Zhang Sanfeng’s grip. A slight application of force, and Fang Zheng’s hands would be irreparably harmed.
“Thank you for letting me win,” Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile. He lifted his hands, sending Fang Zheng flying gently back to his position with a wave of soft energy.