Emperor Star Drifting, All Under Heaven Revolt

Ba Liming truly deserved his title as the King of Martial Arts. His skill surpassed Yan Yuanyi's, and in that lightning-fast instant, he unleashed Baji Quan, striking fiercely at He Heng.

In that very instant, every hair on He Heng's body stood on end, as though he had touched a high-voltage wire. Goosebumps abruptly rose across his skin, dense as little iron broad beans.

This was a sign that his Blood Qi had been driven to its limit. His surging breath boiled and roared savagely as he raised both arms with a crash and slammed into Ba Liming.

Boom! A deep, explosive impact resounded, like a cannon bursting or thunder rolling. The two monsters, like primordial beasts from ancient times, crashed together brutally. Under the immense force, two pairs of footprints several inches deep appeared in the concrete beneath their feet.

The force generated by that violent collision was so great that the building shook, and the area within dozens of meters seemed to be undergoing an earthquake.

After the collision, He Heng staggered back several steps, his Blood Qi churning as two deep footprints were left on the ground.

Ba Liming was in even worse shape. A tremendous force sent him flying straight into a wall, which collapsed with a crash.

"Cough..." He crawled laboriously out from beneath a pile of bricks, looking rather disheveled. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, his face was deathly pale, yet his gaze had become even more terrifying.

"What a formidable kid! It's been so many years since anyone could fight me. Today, I can finally enjoy myself. Again!!" Ba Liming roared, stepping forward and throwing a punch wildly at He Heng. His fist intent surged, vast and mighty as mountains and rivers.

"You think I'm afraid of you?" He Heng roared as well. The muscles across his body twitched, displaying incomparable strength, violent and terrifying. Beneath his feet, he stepped through Gang Bu Dou, treading the positions of the Seven Stars Eight Trigrams Nine Palaces, manifesting Yin Yang Reincarnation with peerless profundity as he advanced step by step toward Ba Liming.

"Come!" Ba Liming roared and suddenly threw a punch. Numerous Sonic Booms erupted through the air with crackling bursts, as though it carried the force of a thousand jun. He Heng's expression remained indifferent as he also swung a fist, like the Sun and Moon Rotate and heaven and earth endlessly turning over. His fist intent was vast as it collided with Ba Liming's.

After exchanging fists, Ba Liming abruptly took a step back, then suddenly kicked out. The Great Iron Chain around his foot shot out like a venomous dragon. At the same time, a huge lead ball was kicked into the air, whistling sharply as it smashed toward He Heng's incoming fist.

The shackles and chains around Ba Liming's feet were connected to two heavy lead balls. This was not punishment from the prison; he had commissioned them himself for training.

He had been imprisoned for Thirty Years, and had trained bitterly for Thirty Years. Life in prison had not been particularly hard for him. He was the sort of man who ruled the prison—not only did he have food and clothes, he could also have people bring in many precious medicinal ingredients to cleanse his body. Year after year, day after day, he cultivated in peace without distracting thoughts, focusing solely on martial arts. He had long forged himself a Diamond Body. When he kicked those two great lead balls into motion, they were as nimble as footballs.

Even He Heng's expression changed. He leaped into the air, driving the explosive force of every tendon, bone, muscle, Five Viscera and Six Bowels in his body, like a towering mountain range, and fiercely slapped at the two incoming lead balls.

"Buzzz—" Amid a metallic roar, the two lead balls were violently knocked away by He Heng's palms. Swept along by immense force, they embedded themselves firmly in the floor, with more than half of each ball sinking beneath the ground.

Even the ferocious Ba Liming was dumbfounded by He Heng's savage slap, but this was immediately followed by even greater excitement.

Thirty Years had passed. At last, he had found an opponent!

For someone like Ba Liming, fear had long ceased to exist in his heart. He Heng's strength only made him more excited. After giving He Heng a solemn look, he threw a punch with a boom that shook all directions. Surging Sonic Booms rolled out like thunder from the nine heavens, echoing through heaven and earth.

Blood Qi surged throughout Ba Liming's body, turning him crimson as though he were boiling. Something like Water Vapor rose from him, resembling blazing fire that scorched heaven and earth.

This was his fist intent: Emperor Star Drifting, All Under Heaven Revolt! A fist born of the resolve to make great sacrifices for great ambitions, daring to change the sun and moon into a new sky. It shattered every obstacle and opened up a new world.

"Excellent!" He Heng laughed loudly. The tendons and bones throughout his body moved like crackling thunder, his muscles rolled, and his Blood Qi flowed like a dragon, filled with explosive force. In an instant, he activated the Great Dao Formless Fist. Like Heaven and Earth Opening, like the destruction of primordial chaos, it carried boundless might as it crashed down upon Ba Liming.

Great Dao Formless, giving birth to heaven and earth!

This punch was simplicity itself. No profound mysteries could be seen within it, yet it contained infinite possibilities. A simple punch unfolded into endless transformations.

Bang! An explosive collision resounded. This prison cell shook, and even the roof was collapsing. At its center, two figures like gods and demons continued to clash madly, fists and kicks colliding without end.

Roar! Ba Liming was known as the King of Martial Arts, and his external training had reached the pinnacle. Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield and Dragon Roar Iron Cloth Shirt had fused perfectly, reaching the ultimate state of Perfect Harmony. Relying on this, Ba Liming had dared to meet a monster like He Heng head-on.

Yet he soon discovered that he had been wrong. This seemingly refined Youth was actually a complete freak. His raw strength was one or two times greater than Ba Liming's own—simply unbelievable.

Not long after their collision began, Ba Liming felt his Five Viscera and Six Bowels being shaken by the force of his opponent's fists. His Blood Qi churned ceaselessly, his power was slipping out of control, and several of his tendons and bones had fractured. Things could not have been worse.

However, He Heng was not having an easy time either. Though he possessed an innate advantage in strength, greater strength did not necessarily mean greater combat ability. Otherwise, everyone would practice Weightlifting—why would anyone train Fist Technique?

Those above the Hua Jin realm could be called grandmasters of a generation. What person at that level lacked the ability to use four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds? The size of one's strength could not decide victory or defeat.

Moreover, although He Heng had lived three lives, his first life had been that of an ordinary person. His second life had only lasted a little over ten years so far, while in this life he was only around twenty. He had truly practiced martial arts for only a little more than twenty years, less than Thirty Years. Compared to someone like Ba Liming, who had immersed himself in Fist Technique for decades, he was ultimately still lacking in experience. This put him at a disadvantage in battle.

But that was precisely what He Heng wanted. If Ba Liming could not surpass him in any respect, He Heng would never have come to fight him. There would have been no point. When He Heng fought others, he sought to understand his own shortcomings and climb another step higher.

Feeling himself improve under the pressure of his battle with Ba Liming, He Heng was overjoyed. He swung his fists and kicks even more frantically, battering Ba Liming without pause like an ancient divine king lifting a mountain and bringing it down upon the mortal world.

Ba Liming did not yield in the slightest. His large hands were like enormous millstones as they flew toward He Heng, grinding against the air and creating streams of turbulence. His footwork was steady and profound, brimming with explosive force. Each stomp seemed to overturn heaven and earth. Like a savage beast, he displayed his ferocity to the fullest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, He Heng and Ba Liming exchanged more than ten blows. They brought their Blood Qi to its utmost limit, while every move and calculation reached the pinnacle of perfection, attaining the ultimate realm of martial arts combat.

Under the force of their fists, everything in the surrounding space was shredded by the Gang Wind generated by their punches. The concrete floor was reduced to ruins, as though it had been plowed over.

Every punch gathered the strength of their entire bodies and possessed several tons of force. Even a light impact could turn Heaven and Earth Overturned. If an ordinary person were struck, their body would likely be pierced through in an instant, ending in immediate death. It was terrifying beyond measure.

Such life-and-death fighting naturally consumed enormous stamina, especially for Ba Liming. His strength was inferior to He Heng's to begin with. To avoid falling behind in their exchange of Fist Technique, he had to employ more exquisite techniques. Yet He Heng's Fist Technique had also reached the pinnacle and could be called that of a grandmaster. The effort required to surpass him significantly in technique was easy to imagine. As a result, the expenditure became even greater.

As for He Heng, he cultivated a special technique from the He Family of Great Heaven World. His Blood Qi was unceasing, and his Life Force naturally surpassed that of everyone in this world. Moreover, he had attained the realms of Shatter Void and See God Unbroken, granting him exceptional control over himself. The Great Dao Three Fists possessed peerless fist intent, an unstoppable overwhelming force that crushed all in its path.

Thus, the battle ended with Ba Liming gradually exhausting his strength and being blasted backward by one of He Heng's punches, unable to continue fighting.

"Hiss... What a formidable kid. I never thought someone like you still existed in this world. You've attained the true Unbroken realm. Even if Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, and Sun Lutang were reborn, they might not be able to defeat you... I, Old Ba, am convinced." Ba Liming dragged his battered body upright and spoke with a sigh.

"You're not bad either. You're only a hair's breadth away from the Unbroken realm and could break through at any moment. Your external training has reached the summit, and your fist intent is vast. Even those in the Unbroken realm would find it difficult to defeat you quickly. They could only wear you down slowly until your strength was exhausted." He Heng did not stint on praise, giving Ba Liming an extremely high evaluation.

This man's martial arts were truly extraordinary—unmatched in fierceness and force. He could rank among the top five in the world. Having fought him, He Heng felt that he had gained much and attained many insights.

"Haha, you honor me with your praise. I hope we can exchange pointers again someday." Ba Liming suddenly picked up a thick glass jar, crushed open its lid, and grabbed a wine-soaked cobra from inside with one hand. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it in great mouthfuls. Then he lifted the jar and gulped down the medicinal wine, tossing another wine jar to He Heng as he cupped his fists with a bold, wild grin.

"We'll stop here for today. I'll come find you again in the future." He Heng gently opened the jar of medicinal wine steeped with tiger bone and took a fierce swig. Then, under the stunned gazes of the prison guards outside, he solemnly addressed Ba Liming and strode away.

After he left, Ba Liming suddenly roared, "What are you little brats staring at? Why aren't you hurrying up and repairing Old Master's cell?"

The prison guards looked at one another, all wearing bitter smiles. Was there really such a prisoner? Who exactly was the prisoner, and who was the guard?