Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction Chapter 216 - 69: Making a Move (Part 1) (Both 4.3k are rele

The Ghost Taoist finally took things seriously.

It was evident that this person was far more troubleso than he had anticipated.

"Well then, taste my..." Before he could finish speaking, the Ghost Taoist instantly hid within the black veil, aiming to re-initiate his secret technique.

But, in the next mont.

"Playing tricks! How many punches can you endure?"

A strange voice suddenly echoed beside the Ghost Taoist’s ear. Within the black domain he had ford, a pair of mysterious red eyes seed to shoot out divine light, shining directly on his face, causing him to feel a scorching heat.

"What is this thing that can sense my location?" The Ghost Taoist was greatly shaken, with an incredulous expression: "The black domain should be able to block spiritual senses, he doesn’t have true essence energy, how can he perceive my presence?"

But the colossal figure didn’t give him much ti to think.

Bam!

Another powerful punch abruptly struck his abdon.

"Ugh, it hurts!"

The Ghost Taoist’s eyes bulged in pain, the apertures within his body faintly shattered, showing cracks of disintegration.

His abdon was once again severely hit, the entire black domain seed to be pierced through with a single punch, instantaneously vanishing, retracting back into the Ghost Taoist’s figure.

Yet the enormous figure didn’t stop; the brute force of the punch again hit his head.

Bam!!

The ground was once more pounded into a human-shaped depression.

The Ghost Taoist was embedded entirely in the earth. But the dark shadow didn’t halt.

In the next instant, it leaped beside the Ghost Taoist, forcefully brought down fists upon his face.

Punch after punch, countless afterimages, it was unclear how many had been landed.

Only the deafening noise continuously rang out.

The fish in the rock garden were already stunned by the transmitted power of the ground, turning belly-up in the water.

Even the pond fence of the rock garden was cracked by the vibrations, the clear water steadily flowing through the crevices.

Yet the barrage of punches continued to fall fiercely.

After five breaths.

The imnse figure finally stopped, with dust-covered, blood-stained knuckles.

At this mont, the Ghost Taoist’s head was deeply embedded three feet into the pit, his face already shattered. Only his torso and calves were pointing skyward.

Sitting far away was Cao Qin, his eyes wide in shock. The scene before him had brutally stunned him.

If Lin Yuan’s previous performance could be comprehended, the destruction of the Ghost Taoist’s black domain by the opponent left him utterly bewildered.

"Without the Great Sun’s true aning, how did he shatter the Ghost Taoist’s black domain? How?" Cao Qin scread inwardly.

He had suffered greatly in the black domain; the relentless erosion of energy and the inability to detect the Ghost Taoist’s trace left him in extre discomfort.

"I can’t understand, I can’t understand. Am I cultivating a false aperture vein?" Cao Qin kept shaking his head, unable to hold his breath, witnessing Lin Yuan’s brutal thrashing of the Ghost Taoist.

"I’m lucky Lin Yuan is my junior brother, if I stood opposite him, I probably couldn’t withstand a few punches. Too violent, too bloody." The sight of the Ghost Taoist being run amok made him angrily sigh with relief, but Lin Yuan’s frenzied appearance left him silently astonished.

After waiting a few monts.

"Why hasn’t it ended yet?"

Looking at Lin Yuan still standing in front of the Ghost Taoist, Cao Qin was puzzled.

The situation wasn’t as he expected because the Ghost Taoist’s aura hadn’t dissipated and was even showing signs of becoming stronger.

The imnse figure with blood-red eyes stared at the Ghost Taoist, confusion flickering beneath them.

"Not dead yet?"

Before the inner doubt could be spoken.

Suddenly, an eerie black fla erged from within the Ghost Taoist’s body, continuously appearing over his form.

"What is this?" The enormous figure wondered internally, but his eyes flashed with savagery: "No matter what it is, beat it first, talk later."

The imnse figure slightly bent, drawing his right fist past his chest, raising his elbow high, his entire body like a taut bowstring.

Watching the Ghost Taoist’s chest, the cannon punch thunderously descended.

Boom.

The ground shook violently.

"Did it miss?"

The feel coming back through the fist yet stunned the figure.