Disciple Accepts the Challenge

Wei Ge reached out his palm and casually pressed down on the coin on the table. Then, he removed his hand and smiled at Ming Xiu. "Saw that?"

Ming Xiu's gaze landed on the coin and saw a needle-like hole in the middle of the coin. He reached out and picked up the coin. The coin had been pierced, but the table below wasn't damaged at all.

"Condensing forces into a needle?" Ming Xiu said as he placed the coin on the table.

"You have quite a keen eye. You can give it a try as well." Wei Ge was very pleased with himself. His ability to condense forces in his palm into a needle was something he was most proud of. Furthermore, he could control this technique easily and freely. It was impossible for the average person even if they worked hard for more than a decade. It had nothing to do with one's strength because it was a manifestation of one's control of their strength.