Chapter 94
“What the hell just happened?” soone shouted.
“Can anyone tell why Gu Yang’s strength started surging too?” another demanded.
“Pervert! Seriously a pervert! Gu Yang actually perfected the body-refining thod!” soone else cried.
“You only activate the body-refining martial art after you perfect the body-refining thod!” another explained.
“Hiss… this is real…two perverts!” murmured soone in disbelief.
Their faces were complicated. No one had expected the scene to end like this. No one had imagined that Gu Yang…who excelled in swordsmanship and fist techniques…would have such exaggerated attainnts in body refinent. He had even perfected the body-refining thod.
Was this a true genius?
At that mont, no one belittled Gu Yang anymore. Even if he stood only at the Tenth Level of the Condensed-True Realm, the techniques he displayed had won the recognition of everyone present.
On the field, the Fist Demon also showed shock.
“You actually perfected the body-refining thod!?” he roared. “Impossible!”
Gu Yang remained calm at the Fist Demon’s astonishnt.
“You can perfect it, so why can’t I?” Gu Yang asked.
Hearing Gu Yang, the Fist Demon’s face turned cold. He snorted.
“Hmph! So what if you perfected the body-refining thod? I cultivated a top-tier earth-grade body-refining thod. Even if you use body-refining martial arts, you won’t be my match!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Fist Demon struck again without hesitation. His muscles coiled into a mass of power, radiating brutal aesthetics. He threw a punch; every muscle, combined with the surging qi and blood inside him, exploded outward.
Moreover, a fist intent he had never shown before suddenly erupted…sixty percent of his fist intent!
Whoosh!
At the mont he swung, a piercing sound of air-splitting ca from the sky.
“Fall for …!” the Fist Demon bellowed, eyes blazing, determined to use this punch to send Gu Yang flying.
Gu Yang, seeing this, calmly executed the Demon-Subduing Vajra Fist and returned a punch.
Golden light appeared; the instant he struck, it felt as if he had sucked the air dry around him. The terrifying punch force seed to compress the space itself.
The next mont, the two fists collided with a thunderous impact.
This ti, the prodigies watching instinctively retreated several hundred ters, each ready to deploy techniques to handle the terrifying aftershock.
As expected, at the mont the fists t, the nearby stone wall exploded into fragnts. Fortunately, the two stood a little distance from the cold pool; had they been closer, that residual force might have destroyed the cold jade snow lotus.
All the prodigies fixed their eyes on the two fighters, eager to see who would win from this clash.
After the terrifying shock dissipated, the Fist Demon trembled. A sweet taste filled his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He staggered backward repeatedly, his face full of horror.
He stared at his thick right hand…his once-unfailing, prideful right fist…now trembling slightly. He was injured. He had actually been wounded by Gu Yang.
On the strength he had always prided himself on…after unleashing the Raging Spirit Form and amplifying his power…he had still lost to Gu Yang.
Recalling the terrifying force that had co from Gu Yang’s fist earlier, the Fist Demon felt extre dread. Gu Yang’s physical strength had reached a terrifying four-dragon force. Coupled with seventy percent fist intent, he had crushed the Fist Demon in raw power.
“You’re not much different, it seems,” Gu Yang said, standing calmly and looking at the Fist Demon with a detached gaze.
He felt so admiration inwardly. He had to admit the Fist Demon was indeed strong…at least his physical strength matched Gu Yang’s. The real gap lay in fist intent and technique. In body refinent, they were on par. But Gu Yang had mastered seventy percent fist intent and wielded the earth-grade supre Demon-Subduing Vajra Fist…so the Fist Demon could not be his match.
“Hiss…!” a thousand ters away, the prodigies gasped when they saw this.
“Gu Yang actually wounded the Fist Demon!” soone whispered. “Terrifying!”
“The Fist Demon lost because of fist intent and technique,” another observed.
“True, but in body refinent the two are equal!” soone else added.
They discussed excitedly, their eyes full of shock.
“Looks like after this Purple Moon Secret Realm trip, the talent rankings will change again!” one predicted.
“Yeah, Gu Yang is just too abnormal!” another said. “Given ti, he’ll beco a legend of Chu.”
While countless people stared at Gu Yang in awe, the Fist Demon clenched his fist. He felt unwilling, angry, and defiant…emotions surging in his chest. He refused to give up.
Having grown up among packs of demonic beasts, he understood one truth: be ruthless. Be ruthless to enemies, and even more ruthless to yourself.
With that thought, the Fist Demon howled in fury. “Gu Yang… you haven’t won yet!”
As his voice fell, the gray-black mbrane on his body emitted eerie light again. His aura climbed once more. His strength surged again.
He had chosen an extrely frenzied thod to boost his power…recklessly unleashing the Raging Spirit Form. The consequence would cause irreversible damage to his body, but he didn’t care. Right now he had only one thought: defeat Gu Yang.
“He’s getting stronger again!” soone exclaid. “The Fist Demon is risking bodily damage to forcibly increase his strength! What a madman!”
On the screen, the princes cried out in alarm. Chu Ling’er’s pretty face showed worry. The prodigies watching on the field were stunned, but thinking it over, they knew the Fist Demon’s temperant could indeed lead him to such a foolish act.
“Fall for …!” the Fist Demon roared again.
His physical strength surged to the equivalent of five-dragon force, nearly six. He unleashed all that terrifying power, raised his fist, and released sixty percent fist intent without reservation.
When that punch struck, everyone felt a wave of resignation…this ti Gu Yang seed certain to lose.
Gu Yang watched the Fist Demon and smiled coldly. Cheating, huh? Who doesn’t?
Without hesitation, Gu Yang shifted his mind and altered his fist intent. He set the ti to… one thousand years later.
In an instant, a tide of boxing insights flooded his mind. For a mont, Gu Yang felt as if he had truly imrsed himself in the Way of Fist for a thousand years. He closed his eyes and absorbed the feeling briefly.
Then he snapped his head up and threw a plain, unadorned punch forward.
Rumble!
Terrifying power erupted. At the sa ti, a terrifying fist intent burst forth…this ti it was eighty percent at its peak.
“What!?” the Fist Demon’s face twisted into a mad grin; he had thought victory was assured and that Gu Yang could not be his match. But then he saw Gu Yang swing…and suddenly Gu Yang unleashed eighty percent peak fist intent.
His eyes widened. How was this possible? Had Gu Yang suddenly comprehended sothing again? And in the middle of battle, no less…awakening to eighty percent peak fist intent.
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