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Seeing this, Chu Nan raised his right hand, his five fingers spread out, seemingly as casually as before.

But the moment his claws struck, his fingers began to tighten, each finger precisely gripping Situ Lei's knuckles. It wasn't a head-on collision, but rather a grip on the opponent's point of force.

Situ Lei clearly felt his five fingers being pressed down by a gentle force at the same time.

The energy at his fingertips was crushed in that instant, his entire hand lost its strength, and his entire right arm stiffened for a moment.

Chu Nan continued to close his five fingers, grasping Situ Lei's right hand, and then gently pressed it down.

Situ Lei felt a heavy pressure coming from his wrist, and his knees bent slightly from the force.

He exerted all his strength to activate his inner energy, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered again, with cracks extending from his feet all the way to the stone steps in front of the Dragon King Temple, but his body was still being pressed down little by little.

He looked up and met Chu Nan's gaze.

There was no arrogance, no mockery, not even a fighting spirit in those eyes; they simply looked at him calmly, as if he were an insignificant passerby.

"It's my turn."

Chu Nan released his grip and took a half step back.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Situ Lei retreated rapidly, walking back seven or eight meters before regaining his balance.

He looked down at his right hand, where the tingling and numbness from when Chu Nan had held his hand still lingered on his knuckles.

He had fought against grandmasters before, but no grandmaster had ever been able to catch his Cloud-Turning Claw in this way.

It wasn't a direct block or a dodge; it locked his joints completely, suppressing all his energy back.

Just who is this kid?

Before he could even think it through, Chu Nan had already made his move.

Chu Nan clenched his right fist. The punch was very simple, just a regular straight punch, without any fancy moves or even acceleration.

But everyone present heard the muffled sonic boom.

It wasn't the sharp whistling of a fist breaking through the air, but a heavier, more suppressed sound, like a muffled thunderclap from deep within the clouds, exploding simultaneously in everyone's chest.

Before the fist even hit Situ Lei, the wind pressure generated by the punch had already created a basin-sized dent in the surface of Longquan Lake behind him.

The edges of the depression continued to widen, as if an invisible hand was pressing the entire lake surface downwards.

Situ Lei's pupils contracted sharply, not having time to think about why this punch had such power.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, the outer sides of his forearms were densely covered with qi, forming a nearly tangible barrier of qi in front of him.

The defensive ultimate technique of the Cloud-Turning Palm—Iron Chain Across the River!

He once used this move to withstand a head-on collision with a speedboat at sea.

But the moment Chu Nan's fist touched the qi barrier, the qi wall shattered.

It wasn't just broken, it was crushed, like a paper window being hit by a hammer.

Situ Lei was sent flying backward by the punch, his back crashing into the reeds behind him, carving a furrow seven or eight meters long in the ground, splashing mud and weeds all over him.

The sidelines were deathly silent.

The dragon that crossed the river had its mouth open, and it didn't close for a long time.

His master, Situ Lei, was a grandmaster from overseas, whom he considered a living god. In his eyes, his master was always the one who crushed others.

Li Erdan and Zhang Laosan's faces completely lost their color, while Sang Biao and Jia Zidan looked down at their fists and quietly took a half step back.

They had just thought they were doing a great job by exchanging a few blows with Master Ding, but now they just wanted to disappear somewhere where no one would notice.

Situ Lei climbed out of the mud, his blue robe covered in mud and water plants, and a few strands of his white hair were disheveled.

He wiped the mud off his face, and when he looked at Chu Nan again, the contempt in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

His attack just now used at least 70% of his strength; it was a killing move from the Cloud-Turning Palm.

Seventy percent of his strength was suppressed by a young man in his early twenties with one hand.

That punch just now pierced through his iron chain across the river, sending him flying seven or eight meters backward.

He had forgotten when he last felt this humiliated.

"Grandmaster?"

Situ Lei stared intently at Chu Nan, his voice hoarse and low, "You're also a Grandmaster? A Grandmaster at twenty? I've lived for eighty years and never seen anything like it."

Chu Nan still did not answer.

Situ Lei took a deep breath, put his feet back on the ground, and regained his footing.

He no longer acted arrogantly, nor did he use the Cloud-Turning Palm technique again.

He slowly opened his hands in front of him, his ten fingers slightly bent, and his palms facing upwards.

As he made this move, the surface of Longquan Lake behind him suddenly rippled with unusual waves.

Pushing from the center of the lake toward the shore, layer upon layer, as if responding to the pull of his palm.

He flipped his hands over, palms down, and the lake breeze suddenly changed direction.

The wind that was originally blowing from the lake to the shore was twisted by an invisible force, swirling around Situ Lei's body, making his green robe flutter and causing the reeds on the lakeside to bend down.

"My martial art is called 'Turning Clouds and Overturning Rain'!"

Situ Lei's voice carried on the swirling wind, brimming with an irrepressible arrogance: "In the thirty years I've been overseas, I've seen this move many times, but few have survived."

He held up the sky with his right palm and pressed down on the ground with his left palm.

A thick, dark cloud had gathered in the sky, hanging directly above Longquan Lake.

The clouds churned, and a faint rumble of thunder came from their center. The lake breeze became damp and heavy in that instant, and the air was filled with the earthy smell of an impending downpour.

Situ Lei's palms began to come together slowly, as if he were gently pushing two heavy iron doors together.

As he brought his palms together faster and faster, the whirlwind suddenly tightened, condensing into a visible cocoon of wind around Chu Nan.

The air pressure inside the wind cocoon rose sharply, scattering pebbles from the lakeside into the air, and causing the copper bells on the eaves of the Dragon King Temple to ring wildly.

Then he suddenly flipped his palms over, turning them from sky to earth and from earth to sky.

The dark cloud in the sky suddenly sank downwards, and a crack appeared at the bottom of the cloud layer to everyone's horror.

A white column of water, as thick as an arm, crashed straight down from the clouds, carrying immense force as it hurtled towards Chu Nan's head.

Rain is hidden in the clouds; draw it in with your palm, and a single strike will decide the fate of the world.

This... is the real killer move that can turn the tide!

His previous techniques, such as the Cloud-Turning Claw and the Thousand Threads Entanglement, were merely branches of the Cloud-Turning Palm.

The essence of this entire palm technique lies in its ability to manipulate clouds and rain.

They draw upon the energy of heaven and earth for their own use, turning their hands to create clouds and rain.

Chu Nan looked up at the column of water falling from the sky.

Without retreating or dodging, he simply raised his right hand slowly, fingers spread, palm facing upward.

The lotus tattoo on his chest, located in the Qian position, suddenly felt slightly warm, and a surge of warm true energy flowed out from the lotus, traveling along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Chu Nan began to close his five fingers, each finger gripping something unseen in the void, as if he were turning an invisible lotus petal.

Then he raised his left hand as well, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and spread his fingers at the same time.

A phantom lotus flower formed from condensed true energy suddenly bloomed between his palms.

The lotus flower was only the size of a fist, and each petal was formed from pure true energy, reflecting a faint golden light in the sunlight!