There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a strange silence.
Wherever the blade-shadow passed, the greenskins’ war wagons, buildings, and even the frenzied elite greenskins were all silently bisected, the cuts so smooth they reflected the dim, yellow sky.
With a single slash, a fan-shaped area nearly a hundred ters ahead was cleared.
This was the terrifying might of ntal Power manipulating reality!
No matter how high one’s life force, it was rely an outburst on the physical level. It was nowhere near as destructive as ntal Power manipulating the material cosmos and controlling Spiritual Energy.
Qin Feng gazed up at the three god-like seniors in the sky, his heart filled with an endless yearning for higher realms of the Martial Dao.
He was firmly pinned to the ground, single-handedly enduring the greenskins swarming from all directions.
But he felt not a trace of fear. Instead, a wave of unprecedented excitent washed over him.
This was the best training ground!
"Mountain Shattering Fist!"
Facing a roaring War Boar the size of a small elephant, Qin Feng didn’t dodge or evade. He clenched his right fist and threw a punch.
Upon his fist, it seed as if a towering mountain was bearing down. The Intent—heavy, tyrannical, and all-crushing—made the air before him erupt with a muffled boom.
"BOOM!"
The War Boar’s massive head, along with its hard skull, exploded under this punch like a waterlon smashed by a giant hamr.
[Your combat technique, Mountain Shattering Fist, has been elevated through endless battle. Your realm has risen to: Control!]
The familiar notification sound echoed in his mind, but Qin Feng remained unfazed.
With a backhand spear thrust, he pinned a greenskin attempting a sneak attack to the ground, then ford his left hand into a knife-hand and slashed at the neck of another elite greenskin clad in Heavy Armor.
"Jade-Shattering Hand!"
The edge of his palm flashed with an almost imperceptible glimr of light. That power was condensed, sharp, and indestructible. The elite greenskin’s prized gorget, modified from Warship Armor plating, was as fragile as rotten wood before this knife-hand, easily sliced open.
[Your combat technique, "Jade-Shattering Hand," has been elevated through endless battle...]
"Stele-Splitting Hand!"
He struck out with a palm, the wind from it like thunder, striking a crude war wagon made of sheet tal and saw blades that was rampaging wildly.
Imnse power poured out without any flourish. The entire war wagon, as if struck head-on by a battering ram, caved in at the center, twisted, and finally disintegrated with a loud bang.
[Your combat technique, "Stele-Splitting Hand"...]
"Thunder Sound Fist!"
When surrounded by dozens of greenskins in a narrow space, Qin Feng struck out with both fists, the sound of his punches exploding in his enemies’ ears like rolling, muffled thunder.
An invisible shockwave spread out, causing all nearby greenskins to be montarily dazed and stunned. Qin Feng seized this opportunity, his body spinning, his spear striking out like a dragon, instantly clearing the surrounding enemies.
[Your combat technique, Thunder Sound Fist...]
During two long months of high-intensity battle, day and night; through countless life-or-death struggles where he pushed himself to the brink; and with the blessing of the Celestial Dao’s reward system, Qin Feng had managed to advance all four of his newly learned First-level Boxing Skills—Mountain Shattering Fist, Jade-Shattering Hand, Stele-Splitting Hand, and Thunder Sound Fist—from the Perfection Realm to the Control Realm!
All of this was witnessed by the three seniors.
"This kid... is he a monster?"
Carlo’s voice on the comms channel was filled with disbelief. "How long has it been? Two months? He’s mastered all four boxing techniques to the Control Realm? Am I seeing things?"
"You’re not seeing things."
Linzhou’s voice also carried a hint of shock.
"His physical body... it’s the most terrifying war machine."
Yu Lin gave the final assessnt, his tone grave. "His strength is too great. That ’Punisher Level 1’ power armor is already starting to hold him back. We... might be witnessing the rise of a legend."
"If soone like him breaks through to the Soaring Realm and gains the enhancent of ntal Power... he’ll be as fearso as a tiger that has grown wings."
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The front line advanced unstoppably into the heart of the tribe’s territory.
Here stood a massive fortress converted from the wreckage of a crashed Imperial Cruiser. At the top of the fortress, a huge, ugly WAAAGH! totem had been constructed from countless bones and tal scraps.
The enemies here were now the personal retinue of the War Lord—greenskins standing over three ters tall—and various "Big kz" piloting enormous war machines.
The intensity of the battle rose another level.
After a brutal three-day-long war of attrition, the four of them finally got a mont’s respite.
They leaned against a shell-pocked alloy wall, silently recovering their stamina. The air was filled with a foul stench and the unsettling energy of the WAAAGH!
Qin Feng closed his eyes, his mind frantically reviewing the battles of the past few months.
Four boxing techniques at the Control Realm, the Thousand Army Spear, the Dragon-Snake Spear, the Wind and Thunder Long Staff... His arsenal of combat techniques was now incredibly rich.
But in actual combat, he always felt that sothing was missing.
These combat techniques were like brilliant pearls, but they lacked the string to perfectly link them together.
The scene he saw when he first began the Emperor’s ditation thod involuntarily surfaced in his mind, along with the vast amount of data compiled by Hamr.
The sole source of light in the endless, dark cosmos.
The Emperor, seated upon the Golden Throne, His form more imnse than a galaxy.
He silently protected the infinite Human Territory of the Empire. His existence was Order, it was the law, it was the foundation of human civilization’s confidence against the malice of the entire cosmos.
’Why does He sit there?’
It was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Qin Feng’s mind.
The Emperor’s "sitting" was not static, not passive.
It was a posture, a declaration.
A declaration that "I am here, and all evil shall be banished."
A declaration that "This is Human Territory; gods and demons are forbidden to tread."
This was a supre authority, an absolute power that brought Suppression to all turmoil and chaos!
’Why can’t my fist techniques be the sa?’
The weight of Mountain Shattering Fist, the sharpness of Jade-Shattering Hand, the tyranny of Stele-Splitting Hand, the stunning power of Thunder Sound Fist, the battlefield Control of the Thousand Army Spear, the ferocity of the Fierce Owl Boxing Technique...
When all the killing moves Qin Feng had ever learned were unified by a grander, more subli Will, what kind of killing move would be born?
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. Within his dark pupils, it seed as if stars were being born and dying.
He stood up, faced the ravaged battlefield before him, and slowly assud a boxing stance.
At that mont, his aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
It was no longer a sharp, exposed killing intent, but a supre majesty—as serene as a deep abyss, as steadfast as a towering mountain, as if an emperor looking down upon his domain.
Slowly, he pushed a fist forward.
This punch did not stir up any violent winds, nor did it make any startling sound.
However, in the space before his fist, a strange and unsettling change occurred.
The air seed to turn into viscous amber, and everything froze.
Charging greenskins, flying shrapnel, billowing smoke... everything in that area fell into absolute stillness.
Imdiately after, an invisible, irresistible, and incredibly heavy pressure crushed inward toward the center of that area from all directions.
"POP... POP... POP..."
A series of muffled pops sounded. The bodies of the dozen or so greenskins in that area, whether common or elite, burst like balloons squeezed by an invisible giant hand, instantly turning into pools of green blood mist.
The power of a single punch was actually this terrifying!
In the air, Linzhou and the other two watched this scene in horror. Their keen ntal Power perceived sothing far more terrifying than what could be seen with the naked eye.
"What?! His ntal Power is that strong?!"
Carlo cried out in shock.
"Outrageous..."
Yu Lin’s voice was hoarse. "This guy... his ntal Power is so strong that it allowed him to integrate everything he’s learned, combine it with the Emperor’s Intention, and create his own combat technique! He just doesn’t know the thods for using ntal Power. I estimate that once he finishes opening his apertures, he’ll be able to soar directly. He won’t need to temper his ntal Power at all; he’s already t the standard."
Qin Feng slowly withdrew his fist, feeling the surging power within his body and the refreshing sensation of perfect ntal clarity that filled his mind.
He gave this move a na.
[Golden Throne].
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