THROB THROB THROB...
The Wuli Acupoint on his palm was swollen and burning, vibrating nonstop. The nearby meridians throbbed with a piercing pain.
Zhao Lin took a deep breath and circulated the force of his Stone Roar Fist, pushing it along the end of his Hand Taiyin Meridian toward the Wuli Acupoint.
He clenched his five fingers into a fist, then opened them. Clenched, then opened...
The Wuli Acupoint was located at the very end of the meridian, thin and delicate. When the force of his qi reached it, it could only narrow to a single thread, like a great river dwindling to a babbling brook.
To increase the power of his fist technique, he had to expand it.
The qi force Zhao Lin commanded was like a pangolin, rampaging through his meridians and drilling out a new path.
After about a quarter of an hour, the qi force encountered a mist-like barrier.
'Success is at hand.'
