Jiang Dali chuckled coldly, "Well then, why don't we make a bet? I know Hui Kong taught you the Great Vajra Palm as well as the Prajnaparamita Palm Technique, and I too can perform three moves of the Great Vajra Palm.
I'll stand motionless and allow you to strike me with a palm.
If you can make me take a step back, I'll take it as my loss. If I don't move at all, it won't be considered my victory.
You only need to endure one palm strike from me, and you may counterattack, but you cannot dodge. If you can withstand it, you'll be the winner. What do you say?"
Xu Yuanping heard this and was instantly flushed with shame and anger.
Even though he knew of Jiang Dali's extraordinary strength, such an underestimation was difficult for him to bear at his age, freshly into the Martial World with vigor in his blood. He shouted in a low voice,
"Fine! I refuse to believe that I can't even damage you with my palm strike when rocks would shatter from it! You're boasting too much!"
