"Oh, it's good that it doesn't harm people. Which acupoint is it?" Qiao Xiaoyi asked.
"A Numbness Point under the ribs. After hitting it, the opponent can lose their combat ability, but it requires a certain amount of finger strength and reflexes." Lin Tian inspected his fingers and shook his head gently. Xiaoyi's fingers were naturally made for playing music—slender but fragile.
Unlike Lin Tian, his fingers were also slender but exuded a sense of power, as if he could grasp anything.
Qiao Xiaoyi raised his hand and looked at his fingers, feeling somewhat embarrassed: "Brother Lin, my finger strength definitely isn't sufficient, that's the first point I can't meet."
Lin Tian waved his hand and laughed: "Don't worry, since I called you out, I have a way to improve your attack strength. Look at how I make a fist."
He clenched his fist and placed it in front of Qiao Xiaoyi. Qiao Xiaoyi was honest, not stupid. Upon careful inspection, he could see the difference in the fist.
