A single strike fell, clean and decisive. His opponent collapsed on the spot!
The tyrannical attack silenced the entire arena.
The crowd in the training ground couldn’t fathom what kind of power could strike a man’s arms and knock an Advanced Decisive Fist Master unconscious in a single blow.
They trained with A Zhi every day and often sparred with him. They knew exactly how strong he was, yet even he couldn’t block a single strike?!
Just where did this monster co from?
"dic! dic!"
After a long mont, Lu Ming finally snapped out of it and hurriedly called for the dic stationed at the training ground.
"Don’t worry. I held back. He shouldn’t be out for long."
Seeing everyone staring with their eyes wide in shock, Wu Tianhe rubbed his head, looking a little embarrassed.
TAP TAP TAP!
At Lu Ming’s call, a middle-aged dic with glasses hurried over. When he saw that the person on the ground was A Zhi, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
He knelt and carefully examined A Zhi, then stood up and said to Lu Ming, "It’s nothing too serious. Both arms are dislocated and need to be set. His internal organs were shaken, and he has a mild concussion. He might experience so recurring dizziness for a few days, so he’ll probably need to stay in bed for a while."
Just one punch caused a concussion and put him in bed for days...
The crowd was left speechless. And from what Wu Tianhe said, this was him *deliberately* holding back?
"Actually, it won’t even take a few days. His constitution is pretty good, he just doesn’t really know how to use Force Discharge. He should be fine after a night’s sleep..."
Wu Tianhe muttered to himself as he watched A Zhi being carried away to the rest area on a stretcher.
Then, he turned his head and his eyes lit up when he saw Zhou Yuanjue.
"You’re here! Want to co up? You were a little slow, so I went ahead and had so fun first."
Wu Tianhe said to Zhou Yuanjue with a smile.
Had so fun first...
Lu Ming opened his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He knew that true masters were strong, but he never expected anyone to be *this* ridiculously strong.
He couldn’t help but glance at Zhou Yuanjue beside him. At first, he’d thought that since Zhou Yuanjue was the champion of a prefecture, he must be stronger than so nobody like Wu Tianhe. Now, however, his conviction was shaken. He was starting to think that true masters were hidden among the common folk.
"Shock Force? Your Spirit Communication Fist is based on a Hamr Technique?"
With a light tap of his foot, Zhou Yuanjue leaped nimbly onto the ring, looking at Wu Tianhe with great interest.
As a blunt weapon, a hamr’s true power lies in a single principle: shock. Its strikes are heavy and powerful, its force fierce and unmatched.
When ancient fierce generals wielded heavy hamrs, even an opponent clad in Heavy Armor was helpless. A single blow might leave the skin intact, but the internal organs would be shattered by the shock.
As the saying goes: a direct hit ans death, a glancing blow ans injury.
For a general who used a Hamr Technique, there was no such thing as a "weak point," because a strike to any part of the body could neutralize an opponent.
For a Fist Technique derived from a Hamr Technique, "Shock Force" is the primary principle. However, this type of Power is extrely difficult to master. Thus, very few people have trained in hamr arts throughout history. But those who succeeded were invariably top-tier masters with terrifyingly destructive capabilities.
"Yes, I train in the Hamr Technique. The others don’t."
Wu Tianhe nodded. His honest, masculine face grew serious, and his eyes beca calm and solemn. His entire aura was completely different from his previous duel.
Zhou Yuanjue nodded in response but didn’t ask any more questions. His eyes slowly lowered.
Under the secrets of the Lamp Burning Technique, his Spirit rapidly condensed into a perfectly round pearl. A faint glimr of fire seed to burn from within it.
"What is this?!"
Below the ring, Ding Jiutong’s expression froze. Others might not have sensed it, but his keen and powerful Spirit perceived it with perfect clarity.
Behind Zhou Yuanjue’s head, a faint, colorful halo seed to appear.
"Perfectly round and flawless, the bright light of wisdom and perception..."
Ding Jiutong muttered to himself. He hadn’t expected Zhou Yuanjue’s Spirit to have already reached such a realm.
"What is it?"
Hearing her grandfather’s muttering, Ding Yun looked at Zhou Yuanjue in confusion.
What was Grandpa talking about? ’Is he getting senile and seeing things?’
Those with weaker Spirits could not perceive this light brimming with wisdom.
Wu Tianhe, standing on the ring, saw the change in Zhou Yuanjue with perfect clarity. His expression beca extrely grave.
"A circular light... You are very strong. I will use my full power from the start. Be careful."
Wu Tianhe said, taking a deep breath.
"You don’t need to hold back."
Zhou Yuanjue said, his eyes half-closed. Based on Wu Tianhe’s previous performance, he had developed a keen interest in this Spirit Communication Fist he had never heard of before.
Hah!
The next mont, Wu Tianhe let out a low shout. The muscles all over his body swelled as he entered the state of Free Will.
His sturdy muscles took on a faint purplish-black hue, and his clenched fists, in particular, completely transford into a pair of massive, heavy hamrs.
His originally honest and masculine appearance was instantly replaced by that of a Rakshasa Asura.
HISS!
Lu Ming and the others couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. Although they knew that a powerful Martial Artist’s muscle structure could change through training, allowing them to swell their muscles to a certain extent, they had never seen anything as exaggerated as Wu Tianhe.
It seed he really had been holding back before.
"Grandpa, is Tianhe going to use *that* right from the start?"
Ding Yun said with so astonishnt, seeing Wu Tianhe’s exaggerated state.
"Yes. His opponent is no ordinary man..."
Ding Jiutong said with a sigh.
Then, Zhou Yuanjue began to sense a subtle change coming over Wu Tianhe.
His gaze beca completely different from before—confident, domineering, and disdainful of the world, as if nothing and no one was worthy of his notice.
In the Lamp Burning Realm, with his Spirit highly concentrated, his Heart Fire burning, and his wisdom illuminated, Zhou Yuanjue could see much more.
Vaguely, in a daze, he saw a figure gradually superimposing itself over Wu Tianhe.
It was a figure clad in imposing Battle Armor, with a face as pale as a ghost’s and a body as thin as a skeleton. In its hands, it held two enormous urn-shaped golden hamrs, radiating an endless, oppressive might. It was identical to the number one hero from a certain biography, the one who looked down on the world with disdain, as told by the storytellers.
’Spirit Communication Fist. So that’s what it is.’
At that mont, Zhou Yuanjue understood the true aning behind the na Spirit Communication Fist.
Then, he saw Wu Tianhe’s body begin to tremble slightly. No, it was more like he was maintaining a state of continuous vibration!
BANG!!
He stomped on the ring, and its entire cushioned floor vibrated violently. Forsaking any kind of footwork, his figure shot straight toward Zhou Yuanjue.
A hamr swung through the air, abandoning all subtlety for pure, ferocious power!
Facing this ferocious strike, Zhou Yuanjue raised both hands to block, adopting a stance similar to A Zhi’s, though with a slight difference.
BAM!
His arms also swelled in an instant, and his palms turned blood-red.
BOOM!!
Flesh collided violently with flesh, producing an incredibly deep, muffled sound.
Intense vibrations spread from Zhou Yuanjue’s arms, through his shoulders, torso, and legs, and were finally transmitted into the ring itself.
CREAK! CREAK!
Under the force of this high-frequency vibration, the ring began to heave and shake with violent, small-amplitude movents.
Amidst the intense vibrations, Zhou Yuanjue was forced into a state of slight paralysis.
"Hah!"
Pressing his advantage, Wu Tianhe pivoted at the waist, his body spinning violently as he swung his fists in a continuous barrage. It was as if he were swinging a pair of thousand-pound sledgehamrs, one strike after another, seemingly without end.
In Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes, amid the frenzied chain of attacks, Wu Tianhe’s figure truly rged with that of the skinny, fierce general known as the greatest hero under heaven, the one who wielded the urn-shaped golden hamrs.
GROAN!! GROAN!!
Under the flurry of blows that fell like rain, the ring’s support pillars began to emit terrifying sounds.
The ring shook back and forth under the violent vibrations. Its screws were subjected to repeated tornt, and finally...
CRASH!
The ring’s screws snapped, and it instantly fell apart, collapsing with a thunderous roar!
Spirit Communication Fist. This was a Martial Dao born from the combination of a wondrous, ancient folk Skill and a Fist Technique.
Its full na: Divine Strike Spirit Communication Fist!
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