Shadowless Ghost Hand

"Senior Brother He!"

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

The enemy came in like a tidal wave.

He Tie and Zhang Yi, two core disciples, were knocked to the ground in a single exchange.

The other disciples immediately panicked.

Only Li Niushan roared and charged forward, throwing a punch at Zhao Yong.

He had now reached the Body Tempering Second Layer. Relying on his extraordinary brute strength, his actual combat ability was no weaker than that of an ordinary Body Tempering Third Layer disciple.

Yet the enemy he faced today was exceptionally powerful.

"Hmph." Zhao Yong was thoroughly disdainful. With a casual punch, he effortlessly sent Li Niushan sprawling to the ground.

Li Niushan's so-called inborn brute strength was, in his eyes, no more than that of a child with slightly greater strength.

How could the enormous gap in cultivation realm be bridged by mere natural strength?

"Heh, this so-called Shadowless Fist Gym was praised to the skies before. Looking at it now, it's nothing much after all." One of the lackeys sneered, a stick in hand.

A gym disciple fighting him burned with rage at being looked down upon so lightly.

But the opponents truly were difficult to deal with. Their skills were no inferior to the gym's core disciples, and there were so many of them that they swarmed forward in a dark mass, filling one with despair.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Liu Yemei and Liu Mei, who had returned from patrol nearby, gave a sharp cry and drifted over.

When Zhao Yong saw Liu Yemei's delicate, lovely face, a teasing glint appeared beneath his face covering.

"Junior Sister! Go get Junior Brother Wang to help!" He Tie shouted.

In his view, although Liu Yemei possessed Body Tempering Third Layer cultivation, she was still no match for Zhao Yong.

Only Wang Yu, who was on duty, might be able to contend with him.

Among all the gym's disciples, Song Hezheng and Wang Yu were publicly acknowledged as the strongest.

They were the face of the gym; no other disciple could shake their standing.

In recent times, some sharp-minded disciples had even vaguely sensed that Wang Yu seemed to be stronger than Song Hezheng, their Senior Disciple Brother.

They had never seen Wang Yu fight with his full strength.

"You want to run after coming here?" Zhao Yong laughed wildly. His body moved like a berserk ape-beast; with a thrust of both arms, he launched himself toward Liu Yemei and Liu Mei.

Several disciples along the way tried to stop him, only to be violently smashed flying.

Liu Yemei's brows drew together as her beautiful eyes fixed on the charging Zhao Yong. She set her fists into a stance where she stood.

Though she was a woman, few disciples in the entire gym could compare to her dedication in training her fists.

Combined with her considerable talent, she had now become the strongest core disciple beneath Song Hezheng and Wang Yu.

Even veteran Senior Disciple Brothers like He Tie and Zhang Yi could not compare to her. She was the publicly acknowledged Senior Disciple Sister in the eyes of the newer disciples.

Whenever Wang Yu and Song Hezheng were absent, and the new disciples encountered trouble outside, she was always the first to stand up for them.

Liu Yemei struck like the wind, unleashing a field of fist shadows.

"Not bad, not bad. At such a young age, you've reached the Body Tempering Third Layer. You're not weak. You're just right to be my concubine!"

Zhao Yong laughed happily. With a reach of his large hand, he pierced through Liu Yemei's layers of fist shadows and seized her arm.

Liu Yemei was greatly startled.

"Shameless!"

Liu Yemei clenched her red lips tight and drove her left fist straight at Zhao Yong's heart, only for Zhao Yong to scoop it up in his other hand as well.

"Little lady, once we've moved the ore, we'll head to the bridal chamber tonight!"

Beneath Zhao Yong's face covering were a pair of lustful, bell-like eyes. His heavy breathing made him seem like a beast on the verge of tearing Liu Yemei's clothes apart.

"Let go!" Liu Yemei was beginning to panic, but her stubborn nature filled her more with anger. She wanted to fight Zhao Yong to the death, taking him down with her!

"Didn't you hear her tell you to let go?!"

As the voice approached, a figure shot out from the mining grounds. In the darkness, he crossed to Zhao Yong's side within a few breaths.

This time, Zhao Yong was the one who was greatly shocked.

Before he could react or shift his gaze from Liu Yemei's face, a broad hand had already pressed down on his head.

"Urgh!"

Stones shattered across the ground as Zhao Yong's head was forcibly smashed into it.

His legs dropped to his knees, as though he were kowtowing to Liu Yemei.

When He Tie and the others saw the newcomer, they were overjoyed.

"Wonderful, Junior Brother Wang is here!"

The newcomer was Wang Yu. His gaze swept over the situation, taking in the injured gym disciples lying on the ground. His expression grew colder and colder.

Zhao Yong's head had been split open, blood streaming down his face, leaving him dazed.

He could not understand who in the mining grounds tonight could have pinned him to the ground without even giving him a chance to react.

Could the intelligence have been wrong? Was that old dog Sun Chengshan still here?!

No—even if Sun Chengshan himself had come, he could not have suppressed him so completely.

Much less injured him so easily!

Zhao Yong came back to his senses and let out a low growl, forcing himself to rise.

Yet the moment he lifted his eyes, he saw a fist rushing straight at his face.

His head buzzed, and he was sent skidding across the ground like a deflated leather ball.

His mouth filled with a fishy, salty taste. Mixed into the large spray of blood he spat out were several teeth.

"Boss!"

Only then did the lackeys react, frightened out of their wits.

Their boss had somehow been beaten so badly. It was something they had never anticipated.

And the opponent looked to be merely a young disciple, which made it even more outrageous.

Zhao Yong was a Martial Artist at the Body Tempering Fifth Level. In theory, aside from needing to be somewhat wary of the gym master Sun Chengshan, none of the Shadowless Fist Gym's other disciples could possibly be Zhao Yong's match. No matter how many came, it would only be throwing themselves away.

This trip had been supposed to be a sure thing, yet who could have expected such a huge upheaval?

Zhao Yong had no time to care about his injuries, because Wang Yu was already attacking again, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Zhao Yong focused his mind, rousing all the strength in his body as he fought Wang Yu with everything he had.

He cultivated a fist technique that likewise led directly to the completion of the Body Tempering Sixth Level.

Ghost Fiend Sect Fist.

It specialized in tricky fist paths and moves. Its attacks were unpredictable, and paired with his Body Tempering Fifth Level cultivation, its killing power was immense.

The slightest carelessness from an opponent would see them struck in a vital point, their internal organs shattered, their life taken.

Wang Yu stepped with the third-layer movement technique of the Zu Family Wind Chasing Foot. After testing Zhao Yong with two punches, he confirmed the strength of his opponent.

Once he had a clear measure of it, he took a deep breath. The aura around him abruptly surged again.

His swinging arms became increasingly ghostly and unfathomable. At such close range, even Zhao Yong found it difficult to follow the paths of Wang Yu's fists.

Fast!

Fast to the absolute extreme!

Zhao Yong saw only a black blur flash past.

Smack!

The next instant, a sharp pain exploded in his chest, and his heart seemed about to stop.

Only then did he notice that Wang Yu's fist had already stamped itself against his chest.

Just as he tried to counterattack, Wang Yu's fist struck his face, throat, temple, and other vital points in the very next instant.

It felt as though countless attacks had descended at once, covering his entire body.

But in truth, he knew that his enemy had always been Wang Yu alone.

It was simply that Wang Yu's attacks were too swift and decisive, his fist paths too unpredictable, leaving him utterly unable to defend himself.

And only a Martial Artist at the completion of the Body Tempering Sixth Level could suppress him so thoroughly from beginning to end!

Only by training a Body Tempering Realm cultivation method to the pinnacle could one unleash such power.

The result was obvious.

That was right. Wang Yu had broken through the Shadowless Fist to the sixth level a month ago.

He had mastered its ultimate mystery—Shadowless Ghost Hand!

His cultivation had naturally broken through its limit as well, reaching the Body Tempering Sixth Level.

Not only that, the other four incomplete Body Tempering Methods he cultivated alongside it had also reached the highest level of their incomplete versions, with nowhere further to train.

His personal interface was now vastly different from before.

Name: Wang Yu

Race: Human

Cultivation: Body Tempering Sixth Level

Martial Arts Techniques: Shadowless Fist +6, Hong Family Fist +4, Mian Yin Palm Technique +2, Undying Bell Skill +3, Zu Family Wind Chasing Foot +3