In the entire Xuanfeng Dynasty, the martial artists who could withstand one of his punches head-on could be counted on one hand.
Was this fellow truly a Confucian Cultivator?
The killing intent in Qian Wuhao’s eyes flared even brighter.
“Since that is the case, there is all the more reason to make you stay here forever.”
“What a coincidence; I was thinking the exact same thing.”
Chen Ning gave a faint smile, his fighting spirit reaching its peak at this very moment.
Clenching his fists, muscular definition bulged across his seemingly slender arms.
Bang!
The vigorous blood and qi within Chen Ning’s body directly shredded both of his sleeves.
In the next instant, Chen Ning appeared behind Qian Wuhao. His fist roared like a tiger and howled like a dragon, carrying the momentum of collapsing a mountain!
“Mountain-Collapsing Punch!”
Worlds Apart in a Single Step flashed in the blink of an eye.
“Using a Confucian Divine Ability to fight a martial artist in close quarters?
Heh, a nice idea, but in the end, you're merely an amateur!”
Qian Wuhao barked coldly.
Having spent decades on the battlefield, he had long honed the ability to perceive in all directions and react to any attack.
To him, sneak attacks were completely useless.
Boom!
The two fists collided once more.
A flash of astonishment crossed Qian Wuhao’s eyes.
It did not seem to be an illusion.
He could clearly sense that the force behind Chen Ning’s punch had noticeably increased compared to before.
“Interesting. Truly interesting!
To think that a petty Confucian scholar in the Imperial Capital would actually force me to get serious.”
Blue veins suddenly bulged along Qian Wuhao’s arms. Compared to before, the invisible pressure radiating from him surged several times over.
Originally, he had not intended to go all out.
Yet Chen Ning alone had given him the same sense of crisis as facing a ten-thousand-strong army on the battlefield.
For Qian Wuhao, the battlefield strewn with countless corpses and drenched in blood was his true home.
And now, he had found that long-lost familiarity! That long-lost excitement!
Qian Wuhao’s speed abruptly skyrocketed.
“Just what happened?”
Murong Yu and Qin Heng could not help but pale with shock, completely at a loss as to what had caused Qian Wuhao’s strength to increase so dramatically in such a short span.
“You’re not the only one who wasn't using full strength.”
At the same time, Chen Ning’s speed and power were also surging at a rate visible to the naked eye.
After reaching Great Perfection, both Mountain-Treading Step and Mountain-Collapsing Punch could stack up to ten layers.
With every punch and every step, their power continuously escalated.
Chen Ning and Qian Wuhao exchanged blows in rapid succession, moving so fast that only afterimages remained.
Yet the truly terrifying aspect of the two was their breathtaking, monstrous strength.
At a glance, everywhere their feet touched cracked web-like fissures into the ground before collapsing instantly.
Qian Wuhao sneered:
“An unconditioned Confucian scholar’s body will ultimately have its limits. I’d like to see just how long you can hold out.”
“The limit is right here, but can you withstand it?”
Chen Ning smiled faintly.
Right at that moment, both Divine Abilities finally reached their final stack.
Tenth layer!
“Mountain-Collapsing Punch!”
His fist wrapped in the golden light of protection.
This punch roared like a sudden thunderclap in midair.
Wherever the wind of his fist swept, even the dust was torn to shreds!
The moment the fist collided head-on with the afterimage, a horrifying force surged straight through Qian Wuhao’s entire arm.
The crisp sound of fracturing bone rang out.
Before Qian Wuhao could even let out a cry of pain, the next Mountain-Collapsing Punch arrived with a thunderous crash, slamming squarely into his chest.
Bang!
As if struck by lightning, Qian Wuhao was sent flying horizontally through the air.
“Well struck, Young Master!”
Above at the inn, Qing Yan jumped up excitedly.
Beneath her delicate, dainty jade feet, Wang Cai wore a look of pure bliss.
But right at that moment.
“Something is wrong!”
Outside the battlefield, Murong Yu suddenly grew vigilant.
He could sense that after taking that punch, far from being severely injured, Qian Wuhao’s blood and qi seemed even more vigorous than before.
Up until now, he had likely never revealed his true trump card.
Qian Wuhao suddenly let out a sinister laugh:
“You little brats, have you ever experienced a battlefield? Do you know what forty years of warfare means?
Wandering the brink of life and death every single day, treading over countless corpses underfoot.
An injury like this isn't even enough to shake a single hair on my head!”
The moment his voice fell, a colossal phantom rose behind Qian Wuhao.
That phantom was none other than a giant wolf!
The wolf symbolized unyielding tenacity and relentless perseverance, seemingly embodying Qian Wuhao after forty years of slaughtering enemies on the battlefield.
“That is... a Martial Dao Sacred Manifestation!”
Murong Yu was instantly shocked.
Confucian, Daoist, Buddhist, Demon, and demon races all possessed Dharma Manifestations.
Though martial artists did not have Dharma Manifestations, top experts among them could summon a Martial Dao Sacred Manifestation that represented themselves.
In the vast majority of cases, only Third-Rank Martial Dao Nascent Soul experts could summon a Sacred Manifestation.
Who would have thought Qian Wuhao could rely on his strength comparable to a Nascent Soul to forcefully manifest a Martial Dao Sacred Manifestation!
“Roar!”
As the wolf-shaped Martial Dao Sacred Manifestation let out a roar, Qian Wuhao let out a confident sneer at the same time:
“It is time for this farce to come to an end.”
Dense, crimson blood-qi surged across his thick, knotty-muscled arms.
With a single punch, the foul-smelling wind wrapped around his fist tore straight through the air.
Fierce serpents of lightning even roared and surged across his arms, as if venting wrath from the Nine Heavens above.
The sky turned overcast as wild winds howled.
“Not good! Even if Brother Chen’s Confucian arts are unfathomable, he probably cannot withstand this punch!”
Yet, Chen Ning’s choice exceeded everyone’s expectations.
He did not dodge, nor did he intend to defend at all; instead, he reached out directly to grab Qian Wuhao’s arm.
Chen Ning successfully caught Qian Wuhao’s left arm.
Yet at the same time, Qian Wuhao’s fist drove straight in without hindrance.
Shattering the Purple Qi Protection!
Dispersing the body-protecting golden light!
Bang!
This punch struck Chen Ning straight in the heart.
“Young Master Chen!”
Qin Heng and Murong Yu cried out in alarm at the same time.
“Heheh, it seems you are nothing more than this after all...”
The corners of Qian Wuhao’s mouth curled up smugly.
Yet suddenly, his expression froze.
Qian Wuhao discovered that the arm held in Chen Ning's grip was clamped like an iron vise, unable to budge even the slightest bit.
More importantly, he clearly should have crushed this man's heart, yet the aura surging from Chen Ning's body was so vigorous it seemed about to burst into blazing flames.
No, this was not an illusion.
The blood and qi within his body truly were burning!
“Much obliged. That punch actually felt quite nice.”
Chen Ning lifted his head with a smile.
It was just as he had anticipated.
Not only was this punch not enough to kill him, but after suffering severe trauma, his Divine Phoenix Bloodline had grown even stronger instead.
A surge of golden flames ignited from Chen Ning’s body, just like the Divine Phoenix of the Nine Heavens reborn from fire.
“Then next, it's my turn.”
Bathed in golden flames from head to toe, billows of heat radiated from Chen Ning’s fists.
“Not good!”
With his arm clamped tight, it was far too late for Qian Wuhao to even think of escaping.
Under the searing heat of the golden flames, even space itself groaned and trembled.
In his vision, the incoming fist grew larger and larger.
And there was simply no way to dodge it!
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