Dust filled the air, with dirt and rocks flying everywhere.
The two figures suddenly flew backward, each crashing onto the ground, forming a massive crater.
Zhong Lin leaped out of the crater, brushed the dust off his body, shook his head, and made a cracking sound with his bones.
Suo Yu also jumped out of the pit, looked down at his tattered clothes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were brimming with fighting spirit to the extre.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
He roared towards the sky, a torrential stream of air spewing out from his mouth like thunder, dozens of feet high.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He spread his arms wide, and his ten fingers flickered continuously in the air. At the sa ti, with a step forward, he crossed hundreds of ters and arrived in front of Zhong Lin.
"Moon Stepping Strike."
"Earth Splitting Fist."
"Heavenly Walking Seal."
"Vajra Hand."
"Blood Shadow Strike."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of fist seals and claw strikes poured out like a storm, integrating the imnse qi-blood with his Spiritual Origin, aided by the terrifying Fist Intent, striking Zhong Lin into a vacuum zone.
He seed like an invincible war god, overwhelmingly dominating.
Terrifying impact swept across, shaking the platform beneath, collapsing and hurling stones.
Ripples rapidly expanded, turning into vast waves that surged out, imdiately causing the ground to crack open with nurous fissures spreading.
The ground within hundreds of feet around Zhong Lin was swept clean by the energy, down several feet.
Countless clumps of soil exploded in the air, turned into dust by the massive shock waves from their battle.
Zhong Lin stood tall, his hands flying, his face expressionless, but the intent to kill was spreading in his heart.
Suo Yu’s every move was filled with murder, all aiming for his life, truly seeking to cripple, destroy, and even kill him.
"Turtle Head Association, Liu Ziyang..."
Zhong Lin silently mouthed a few words, his eyes and Divine Sense like lightning, branding every move of Suo Yu, observing the circulation of qi-blood and the vibration of Spiritual Origin.
"Good opportunity, just now."
Zhong Lin moved instantly as his thoughts commanded, suddenly throwing out a punch.
A roar of ten thousand dragons filled the heavens and the earth.
In the blink of an eye, countless dragon-shaped phantoms broke through the void, gathering from all major acupoints around him.
Tearing, roaring, twisting, their bodies flickered in and out of reality.
Finally, they transford from illusion into reality before him, condensing into flesh, forming a giant dragon coiling around his arm.
At this mont, Zhong Lin’s entire force, ferocious to the extre, concentrated in this punch, a pure golden light breaking through layers of void, carrying the roar of an exploding cannon and his unmatched will.
"Die for ."
Suddenly diving down, it crashed against Suo Yu’s fist.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
As if space was collapsing, the ground below first fell silent, then shook violently, the space within hundreds of feet instantly cleared, empty, devoid of anything.
Only streams of sothing alternately black and white flowed continuously.
Bam!
Suo Yu staggered back several dozen feet.
Poof!
He could no longer hold it, spewing out a mouthful of hot blood like raging magma.
Sizzle!
The blood sizzled as it hit the ground, like molten iron falling into cold water, producing thick smoke.
Seize your weakness to claim your life.
Zhong Lin didn’t pause at all, pressing forward, forming a fist seal with five fingers, smashing down fiercely.
Boom!
The dragons roared in the void, Zhong Lin’s entire being seed to turn into an Azure Dragon, his energy soaring, a terrifying pressure emanating from him, continuous dragon roars, in the blink of an eye four huge Azure Dragons roared into being from within him, rushing towards Suo Yu.
Legend says the ancestor of the Sea Suppressing Sect once witnessed an Azure Dragon battling against thunder calamities and ascending to godhood. Inspired by the Azure Dragon’s true form, they created the "Azure Dragon Eight Forms."
This Martial Arts Skill is of Heavenly Grade, extrely domineering. At high levels of mastery, eight True Dragons would appear with each move, traversing the world, virtually unstoppable.
Zhong Lin wasn’t that powerful; he couldn’t summon eight True Dragons, and even now, three of the four Azure Dragons were re illusions, yet it was enough to unleash a force far surpassing his own.
The outer disciples who had backed off several miles to watch felt their hearts and wills shrouded by an imnse fist seal, as if a real ancient True Dragon was appearing, demonstrating the most essential power of heaven and earth, overwhelming the world.
"Fist Intent materialized? How is this possible? Wasn’t Zhong Lin said to have comprehended Sword Intent? Conceptions should suppress each other, with one side being stronger or weaker. To materialize Fist Intent requires comprehending it to perfection, could it be his main cultivation is Boxing Skill?"
"No way, I’ve seen Zhong Lin display Sword Qi Thunder Sound, his understanding of Sword Intent wasn’t weak at all, could it be he’s practicing Dual Cultivation of Fist and Sword?"
"That can’t be, right? Conceptions suppress each other, comprehending one is already exceptional fortune, how could anyone comprehend multiple conceptions?"
The spectators around were all dumbfounded, looking at Zhong Lin as if seeing an Immortal, unable to imagine how he did it.
The observers felt such imnse pressure, let alone Suo Yu, who was at the epicenter.
Boom boom boom!
The mont four massive Azure Dragons appeared, the air within several miles compressed under the imnse pressure, exploding and disappearing.
With Suo Yu at the center, several miles seed to beco a vacuum.
"This Fist Technique!"
Suo Yu’s face twitched violently, his Fist Intent nearly breaking under the pressure of this Fist Technique; the grand, resolute Fist Intent almost manifested into reality.
"Impossible, how can your Fist Intent be so strong, I don’t believe it."
"Fight!"
Suo Yu roared, muscles and bones trembling, ten fingers flicking continuously in the air, Fist Intent condensing on his fingertips, suddenly forming a massive reaction.
"Now Tathagata, Primordial True Body, Tathagata Divine Palm, Great Thousand Seal."
Boom boom boom!
Under Zhong Lin’s pressure, Suo Yu exploded with unprecedented potential, a giant shadow of the Tathagata Dharma Body looming behind him.
"Buddha Domain’s Martial Arts?"
"Indeed, no wonder Suo Yu’s body is so strong, it’s said many cultivation techniques from Buddha Domain also possess Body Refinent abilities, Martial Artists specializing in Body Refinent are called Arhats; I wonder which level of Arhat he is?"
"Arhats have levels too?"
"Of course, based on physical strength, they are divided into Initial Fruit, Second Fruit, Third Fruit, Four Fruits, with the strongest Four Fruit Arhat known as the Golden Arhat, said to rival Nirvana Realm experts."
"Comparable to Nirvana Realm, that strong?"
"I’ve just heard about it, whether it’s true or not is unclear, could be stronger, could be weaker, stop asking, watch the battle."
"Oh oh!"
On the platform, Suo Yu’s qi-blood roared, his Fist Intent trembled, as he stomped fiercely.
The tall Tathagata Dharma Body behind him raised its hands, took a step forward as well, and shook around, each forming a massive Fist Seal.
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