Chen Qing finished regulating his breath, and his True Gang had fully recovered.
He took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs leading to the twenty-sixth floor.
The moment he entered the twenty-sixth floor, a pressure far heavier than that below crashed straight into him.
At the center of the stone chamber stood only a single puppet.
This puppet was no different in build from an ordinary person. It carried no weapon, merely standing there in silence with its hands hanging naturally at its sides.
Yet the aura fluctuations emanating from its body had clearly reached Gang Strength Mid-stage!
Moreover, this aura was incredibly solid, far surpassing those early-stage puppets below.
Chen Qing frowned slightly.
It was one against one, yet the pressure was greater than facing the three puppets on the twenty-fifth floor together!
Sensing the intruder, the puppet's hollow eyes abruptly lit with two clusters of sharp radiance and locked onto Chen Qing.
It did not attack in haste. Instead, it slowly assumed an ancient fist stance. A fist momentum as heavy as a mountain, yet concealing an explosive intent, spread outward like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
"This is the Tianbao Supreme Sect's Mountain Collapsing Sea Shaking Fist?"
Chen Qing recognized this renowned superior fist art at a glance.
According to legend, when this technique was cultivated to the Extreme Realm, a punch could collapse mountains and its force could shake rivers and seas. It was incomparably fierce and exceptionally difficult to cultivate.
This puppet had clearly cultivated the fist art to the Extreme Realm of comprehending "fist momentum"!
Before he could think further, the fist puppet moved!
With one step, the ground trembled faintly. Its body shot toward him like a cannonball as it threw a simple, direct straight punch!
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