A Heart Lamp for Every Acupoint Lights the Way Ahead, Fuhu True Qi Sweeps Away Demonic Might

"Ah!"

"Die!"

Furious roars and howls shook the air.

The sounds of fists and feet colliding had merged into one continuous barrage.

Movement techniques and evasions had long been cast aside.

As the battle reached white-hot intensity, the two of them tacitly abandoned all circling and maneuvering.

They concentrated every shred of focus and strength into their attacks.

Using their fists to smash the other's body to pieces!

"HAHAHAHA! Wonderful! This is truly wonderful!"

Chen Duan threw back his head and laughed wildly. His Fist Momentum grew ever more frenzied and violent, and the spraying blood stirred the ferocity buried deep in his bones.

At this moment, Xia Jingtian no longer held back either, fully revealing the nature of the Wood Element Art that had been concealed beneath its calmness.

Fiery!

Tyrannical!

Relentless!

How could a Cultivation Technique practiced in such brutality, one where every level strengthened the body's constitution, possibly fight through a gentle, lukewarm entanglement?

The immense vitality and blood brought by the Third Level, the regenerative power bestowed by the Fourth Level's "Withered Wood Meets Spring"—all of it existed for a savage slaughter like this!

The Wood Element Art's true method of combat was precisely this madness: blood for blood, fist striking flesh, savage and exhilarating to the very extreme.

To drive the destructive power of his fists to its limit, Xia Jingtian even weakened his Protective True Qi, gathering the overwhelming majority of his True Qi into both fists.

Wherever his Fist Edge pointed, even the air seemed compressed into rippling distortions.

The price was that Chen Duan's Iron Fists broke through his defenses and struck his Physical Body with ever-increasing frequency.

A Heavy Fist smashed into Chen Duan's face, collapsing and pulverizing half his jaw. Teeth mixed with blood and flesh sprayed through the air.

Vitality and blood surged around the wound as the Power of Tissue Proliferation rapidly repaired and closed it!

One punch nearly blasted away half of Xia Jingtian's neck, his head almost falling off.

Vitality and blood surged upward, Withered Wood Meets Spring activated, and the wound healed in an instant!

Bang! Boom! Bang! Boom!

Shredded flesh and blood splattered everywhere, turning the room into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood, a living hell.

The air was thick with an intense stench of blood, nauseating yet terrifyingly stimulating.

Occasionally, flying blood and flesh struck Feng Cai's face.

Her face had long gone deathly pale. Her entire body was rigid, her breathing nearly stopped, and her heart pounded madly.

At the height of the battle, a sharp glint flashed through Xia Jingtian's eyes. He actually abandoned all Protective True Qi.

He poured every trace of the "Hongyuan Internal Qi" within him into both fists!

At that instant.

The power of his True Qi fists doubled.

Flesh-and-blood fists were ultimately inferior to True Qi by a level.

With every collision, Chen Duan's injuries grew more severe.

For the first time, the Power of Tissue Proliferation began to fall behind the rate at which he was being injured.

Yet, faced with this increasingly perilous situation.

There was no fear in Chen Duan's eyes.

Not the slightest intent to retreat.

Because he could clearly "hear" it.

The Killing Intent inside him was boiling!

Pain was the finest catalyst for stirring Killing Intent.

The threat of death was the supreme pleasure that made the soul tremble and brought about wild revelry.

An evenly matched opponent who wished to put him to death was the slaughter he had dreamed of.

His Killing Intent was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, galloping through the major acupoints across his body.

Though Xia Jingtian's offensive was fierce, his heart grew heavier and heavier.

He could sense Chen Duan's aura weakening from his severe injuries, yet that momentum only grew more frenzied with battle, burning ever hotter.

Finally.

When the Killing Intent had been compressed to its limit, hovering on the verge of completely losing control.

Chen Duan's consciousness abruptly entered a state of utter clarity.

Amid that silent annihilating clamor, his control over his own Killing Intent reached an unprecedented state of perfection. His mind became intensely focused.

All the compressed Killing Intent, carrying vitality, blood, and internal force, crashed into the Tanzhong Acupoint.

Explosion!

Ignition!

An invisible flame rose from the Tanzhong Acupoint.

Heat flowed through his entire body, and every cell sang with joy.

Before the lingering heat faded, it surged toward the Laogong Acupoint.

It ignited once more!

At this point, the twelve crucial acupoints throughout his body, along with more than three hundred auxiliary acupoints.

Had all had their heart lamps lit!

The internal force of the Fuhu Fist used the Tanzhong Acupoint as a furnace and the heart lamps as flames, beginning its tempering.

The internal force transformed into strands of powerful energy.

It was True Qi!

Then it surged forth through the Laogong Acupoint.

Another punch blasted a hole through Xia Jingtian's abdomen.

Yet this time, Xia Jingtian did not strike back at once. Instead, his eyes flew open as he retreated several steps.

He clutched his abdomen as air currents trembled, churning his internal organs.

An expression of utter disbelief appeared on his face.

Under his gaze, Chen Duan was lowering his head to look at his fist.

A dense blood-red color covered it.

And not just his fist.

A faint blood-colored aura quickly enveloped Chen Duan's entire body, bringing with it an aura far more violent than before.

[The path of martial arts is like rowing upstream. If you do not advance, you retreat; if you retreat, you will fall into eternal damnation!]

[With willpower and madness that surpassed your limits, you have completed 'Fuhu Fist · Fifth Level'! The breakthrough process was perfect! Potential Points +2000!]

[Fuhu Fist (100%, Fourth Level) → Fuhu Fist (1%, Fifth Level)]

[Potential: 11447 + 2000 → 13447]

So this was the power of True Qi!

How profoundly mysterious!

How tyrannical!

How intoxicating!

His internal force seemed possessed, endlessly and uncontrollably tempering True Qi.

It brought a scorching heat that seemed capable of burning everything to ash.

This was the revelry of the flesh.

This extreme pleasure was a thousand times, ten thousand times more stimulating than the joy of sex!

Chen Duan gulped down deep breaths, a nearly crazed grin spreading across his face.

This True Qi truly made one unable to stop!

He wished he could grind everything before his eyes into dust!

"Ha! Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

At last, he burst into wild laughter, the sound waves battering the meditation room that was on the verge of collapse.

He had truly taken such a long detour!

Vitality and blood on the brink of depletion, agony that felt like every bone in his body had been shattered, hovering again and again before the gates of death.

The twelve crucial acupoints and hundreds of auxiliary acupoints throughout his body had finally all been ignited.

He had finally stepped into the Fifth Level.

He had finally tempered the True Qi belonging to the Fuhu Fist.

"Thank you, Master!"

Chen Duan abruptly raised his head. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Xia Jingtian, madness nearly spilling from his gaze.

Xia Jingtian's heart shook violently as well.

He had actually truly broken through!

But looking at Chen Duan's provocative expression, he quickly suppressed his shock.

So what if he had broken through!

He had merely just entered this realm!

A junior who had only just entered the Fifth Level!

This Old Man had immersed himself in this realm for many years. How could he fear him?

Xia Jingtian had been worked up as well.

He was the master of the Wood Courtyard. He still had to break through into the realm of "Extremity" and save the sect from collapse—how could he lose here!

Xia Jingtian's beard and hair flared outward. His True Qi no longer held anything back as it erupted in full.

A pale green radiance enveloped him, and his aura rose.

As both men erupted with their full strength, the ground beneath their feet could no longer bear the pressure. With a thunderous boom, it was crushed into a massive crater.

Chen Duan had only just entered the Fifth Level. With his emotions roiling, his control over True Qi was inherently weak. Now, his Killing Intent and power had both reached their peak and urgently needed release.

Like a river bursting through its dikes, he released his Fuhu True Qi all at once.

When Killing Intent condensed to the extreme, it became the purest release and destruction!

Reason told him that this was the moment to throw reason beyond the ninth heaven.

All he wanted now was to squander this vast, majestic power without restraint.

To beat the old man before him to death!

His two arms could no longer withstand such an output of True Qi.

Crackle! Pop!

Amid explosive cracks from tendons and bones, six arms burst out from his body.

The Eight-Armed Demon God reappeared in the mortal world.

Fuhu True Qi turned into blood-red flames that coiled around the eight arms, transforming them into vicious weapons of slaughter.

All eight fists gathered strength at once. Blood-red True Qi condensed densely over their Fist Edges, stirring the surrounding air into a spinning vortex.

Then they blasted toward Xia Jingtian before him at the same time.

The eight violent streams of True Qi, after leaving his body, were drawn together by an invisible force and merged into one, charging straight at Xia Jingtian!

"Kill!"

"Break for this Old Man!"

Xia Jingtian also let out a roar of desperate resolve.

True Qi gathered over his Right Fist into a tornado-like vortex that seemed capable of grinding everything to pieces.

With strength beyond anything before, he threw a punch straight ahead.

Crash—

The two utterly different True Qi energies collided.

Blue-green and crimson light fused together and swallowed everything. What followed was a chaotic torrent of energy that swept in every direction.

The entire house could bear it no longer and abruptly split apart with a deafening crash.

"Ah!"

Feng Cai only had time to let out a brief cry before the Air Wave flung her away and collapsing bricks and rubble buried her beneath them.

When immortals fought, mortals suffered.

A moment later.

The dust settled, and everything grew still.

Amid the ruins, Chen Duan retracted his Alien Limbs and returned to his original form, standing quietly.

The blood-red True Qi around his body withdrew inward as his gaze fell upon Xia Jingtian ahead.

Xia Jingtian now cut a miserable figure.

His entire body was covered in wounds torn and pierced open by True Qi. Most notably, at the position of his heart in his chest was a hole as large as a bowl.

Yet he did not die immediately.

His remaining internal force sustained the effect of Withered Wood Meets Spring, preserving the final thread of life in exchange for these last lingering moments.

His posture remained perfectly straight.

His clouded gaze moved about until, amid the rubble, it found the meditation cushion he had sat on for who knew how many years.

He walked over with steady steps, then sat cross-legged atop the cushion, his posture still carrying the composure of a Grandmaster.

Then he gave a low laugh, which gradually turned into hearty, unrestrained laughter.

His laughter echoed across the ruins, filled with meanings too complex to unravel.

There was unwillingness, but even more than that, there was a kind of exhilaration.

The laughter continued for a long while before gradually fading away.

Silence descended once more.

Xia Jingtian raised his eyes.

"You won, Chen Duan."

"Sit down. Let's talk."