Chapter 73

"What a powerful force!"

Qin Shuo looked at the half-broken saber in his hand, his face full of astonishment.

The opponent's practice of the Hanshan Fist indeed had its unique aspects—the fist intent was heavy, the momentum great and the force deep, actually shattering even a hundred-forged saber.

Although much of this was due to the merit of those fine iron gloves, it was still enough to prove the terror of Fang Lin's punching power.

"Good, good, good. I originally thought slaughtering an Inner Strength martial artist would be meaningless, but you have once again given me a surprise."

Fang Lin stepped out from the woods, his headband snapped from the intense collision just now, his hair disheveled at this moment, his aura intimidating.

"Then let me see whether your horizontally cultivated body is stronger, or my iron fist is harder."

Before his words finished, Fang Lin had already moved, swift as lightning.

His body swayed, instantly crossing several meters, a pair of steel fists bursting with dazzling silver light—this was the phenomenon caused by the surging of Inner Qi, carrying terrifying momentum as he bombarded forward.

Without the advantage of his saber, Qin Shuo no longer concealed himself, directly employing the Longxiang Golden Body to meet him.

"What? He wants to use his mortal flesh to hard-block Fang Lin's iron fist—has he gone mad?" Song Shan exclaimed, feeling incredulous.

How could a person's flesh possibly be harder than steel, no matter how strong?

Could this Qin have gone insane, actually choosing to hard-block Fang Lin at this moment?

"He's not mad."

Song Tianhao's eyes burst forth with strange light.

Earlier, he already knew Qin Shuo cultivated both internally and externally, his physical strength quite formidable.

Afterwards, he even sent people to deliver Body Tempering Pills to Qin Shuo to aid his cultivation of horizontal training methods.

From the aura and strength displayed by the opponent just now, it was clear his horizontal training had made considerable progress.

"In just three days, not only has he transformed Inner Strength into Qi, but his horizontal training method has also advanced another level. How exactly is this youth cultivating?" Song Tianhao couldn't help but feel curious in his heart.

Bang!

The gold and silver fist seals collided, emitting a deep, grand sound, like two iron mountains colliding.

Some weaker martial artists only felt their eardrums sting from the shock, their heads dizzy and vision blurred.

Both retreated.

Fang Lin was shocked to the extreme; his arm beneath the glove went numb, slightly trembling, as if he had punched a stone, nearly breaking his bones.

His heart felt extremely heavy—besides shock, there was even more bewilderment.

What kind of horizontal training method could actually block his iron fist attack?

That thin layer of golden light on the opponent's body surface looked as thin as cicada's wing, yet was incredibly solid, unable to be broken even by his heavy iron fist strikes.

Know that his Hanshan Fist is a superior martial art—its punching power strong, its destructive force terrifying, enough to easily shatter a strong bull.

Yet such overwhelming power was blocked barehanded by the opponent—how could this not shock people?

"It is a superior horizontal training martial art!"

Fang Yongping's face turned ashen, his eyes like an ice cellar, chilling and oppressive.

Just where does this youth come from?

Actually mastering a superior horizontal training martial art, and having cultivated it to such a profound level.

Could he be a heaven's pride who came down from the prefectural city for training?

But I haven't heard of any connection between the Song Family and the prefectural city's forces.

If there truly were such connections, our Fang Family would not dare openly clash with them to the death—we would have already shaken hands and made peace.

Qin Shuo was unaware of everyone's current shock, but he himself suddenly wore a strange expression.

After hard-blocking Fang Lin with one punch, his Longxiang Golden Body refinement progress increased from (6332/) to (6342/).

Just one punch, his Longxiang Golden Body progress grew by ten refinement cycles.

This efficiency was even better than his own training in the practice room striking the copper dummy post—overall, it was strengthened fivefold.

"Tsk tsk, this is top-tier sparring partner!"

Qin Shuo's eyes gleamed, his gaze toward Fang Lin having changed.

If he could let this opponent spar with him for three days and three nights, wouldn't his Longxiang Golden Body directly achieve minor completion?

Of course, this is only a thought.

After all, even if Fang Lin were truly willing, his blood and qi strength could not sustain it.

So-called horizontal training golden body is actually a manifestation of blood and qi power compressed to the extreme.

Of course, Qin Shuo's Longxiang Golden Body, besides blood and qi power, also integrates Longxiang Divine Intent, making it stronger than ordinary horizontal training golden body, with greater power.

Opposite, seeing Qin Shuo's gaze toward him change again and again, finally with the corners of his mouth turning up, wearing a smile, Fang Lin thought the other was mocking him, and instantly flew into a rage.

"Kill!"

Fang Lin let out a low shout, decisively executing the ultimate of the Hanshan Fist, Divine Mountain Shakes Heaven Collapse.

This fist technique, its intent vast and boundless, resembled transforming into the divine mountains and great peaks of ancient times—sky high and distant, great sun crossing the void, upon the vast and desolate earth, a divine mountain rose from the ground, standing tall against the heavens, suppressing all realms.

Terrifying fist intent, like a tide, surged out from within Fang Lin's body.

Some weaker martial artists, as if pressed by Mount Tai, directly collapsed and sat on the ground.

Even Song Shan and Song Xuan, such Inner Strength Great Perfection martial artists, felt their shoulders sink, as if pressed by a giant stone, their chests feeling stifled.

This is mental oppression, also a manifestation of the fist intent's momentum.

Roar!

However, a loud dragon cry erupted from within Qin Shuo's body, actually shattering this suffocating pressure—everyone felt their bodies lighten, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw Qin Shuo, his body radiating golden light, resembling an angry-eyed Vajra, golden light flowing across his body, blazing and dazzling, his entire form seeming cast from yellow gold, indestructible.

Behind him, dragon and elephant phantoms appeared—the golden dragon coiled upon the nine heavens, like the sovereign of heaven and earth, looking down upon all beings; the white elephant's body resembled a great mountain, head raised and feet treading, shaking heaven and earth.

Boom!

Qin Shuo, exerting all his strength to activate the Longxiang Golden Body, his aura became solemn and vast, like a Vajra subduing demons, his will unbreakable.

He threw a punch, directly colliding with Fang Lin's Hanshan Fist.

Still a hard clash, with no flashiness or technique at all.

Boom!

As if two divine mountains were undergoing the fiercest collision in midair.

The golden and silver fist imprints collided, erupting terrifying air ripples that formed wave after wave of air waves, then exploded.

The ground beneath their feet shattered inch by inch, dust and smoke shooting into the sky.

The terrifying fist wind swept through, blowing the surrounding mountain grass and shrubs downward in bending.

Bang bang bang!

The two collided fiercely, accompanied by the explosive sound of breaking the sound barrier, like rolling heavenly thunder.

Qin Shuo, having lost his long blade, lost the sharpness that could cleave all things, yet displayed an even more tyrannical horizontal cultivation offensive technique, leaving everyone present shocked and astonished.

The two fought head-on, neither willing to yield in momentum.

Wherever they passed, stones were shattered underfoot, grass and shrubs were torn to dust by their internal force, each leap covering over ten meters, like two wild beasts locked in fierce combat.

The guardian martial artists of the Fang and Song families were all dumbstruck.

Is this the clash of Tongmai Realm cultivators? It's simply terrifying.

These Inner Strength cultivators of theirs—let alone contending with them, even if merely drawn into the battlefield, not lasting more than three seconds, they might be beaten into pulp.

"Kill!"

Fang Lin roared again!

The Hanshan Fist imprint was driven by him to the extreme, his inner qi surging wildly, even the meridians he had just opened feeling as if they were about to be torn apart.

Fighting Inner Strength with Tongmai Realm cultivation, he actually couldn't break through after prolonged attack, which filled him with repressed anger, wanting to overwhelm Qin Shuo.

But he couldn't.

Qin Shuo's golden body was solid, his punch strength astonishingly great.

Even wearing fist guards, it felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, as if his joints were about to burst open.

Boom!

The two collided again with full force.

The golden and silver fist imprints resembled two exploding suns, gang wind raging, tough grass bowed low.

The two were flung backward, Qin Shuo's body trembled, the golden light on his body dimmed, as if about to extinguish at any moment.

Fang Lin's chest heaved violently, his face somewhat pale, his already injured body now gushing more blood, making him seem like a blood-man.

"Too strong!"

Song Xuan and the others all had grim faces.

They firmly believed it wasn't that the Tongmai Realm was strong, but that these two before them were too strong, both having the potential to become peak Tongmai cultivators and step into the Condensing Truth Realm.

"I don't believe your blood and qi can be exhausted more than my inner qi!" Fang Lin's eyes turned fierce.

He realized that quickly surpassing Qin Shuo in strength and technique was now impossible.

His only hope now was to compete with Qin Shuo in endurance.

After all, he had already opened a meridian, whether in accumulated inner qi or the speed of blood qi transforming into inner qi, far exceeding Qin Shuo.

If he kept draining, he would surely be the final victor.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Qin Shuo's body suddenly erupted with blood-colored flames, his aura surging greatly, the dim golden light on his body rapidly replenished, even more solid than before.

"Burning Blood Secret Technique! This is the Burning Blood Secret Technique of the Qin surname." Second Elder Song Ci's eyes were deep and unfathomable, his thoughts unreadable.

Song Tianlin's face was also not looking good.

Qin Shuo's displayed strength exceeded their imagination, far beyond what Tian Bai could compare to.

Inner Strength transforming into Qi suppressing Tongmai Realm experts, and still having surplus strength.

If this were spoken aloud, probably no one would dare believe it, but now it has happened.

"It's time to end this!"

Qin Shuo's indifferent voice echoed on Yingti Mountain.

The next moment, he shot out like a blood-colored lightning bolt, his speed and strength increased more than double at this moment.

Burning Blood Secret Technique, burning not only his blood and qi, but also his will and spirit.

The ferocious force, like a floodgate released, poured out at this moment.

Boom!

Even Fang Lin, who had opened a meridian, at this moment actually felt a sense of having nowhere to dodge.

In haste, he could only cross his arms to block in front of his body, divine intent like a mountain, towering over the earth.

Bang!

The punch intertwined with golden light and blood flames fiercely smashed into Fang Lin's arm wrapped in refined iron fist guards.

Crack!

The refined iron fist guards shattered with a sound, turning into countless fragments shooting far away.

Fang Lin was like a cannonball smashed flying, spitting large mouthfuls of blood, falling into the distant forest, breaking countless plants, life or death unknown.