God Battle!

In a park in the capital city of Hua Country, as evening approached, the sky gradually darkened, and few people could be seen.

Above a patch of dense bushes, several lush ancient trees stood. Beneath them, a youth with long eyebrows was slowly practicing boxing. He was performing the most common Tai Chi stance, but in his hands, this ordinary Tai Chi fist technique possessed a unique charm.

It was like a natural harmony, a union of heaven and man, a feeling of all things becoming one. Every movement of this person was in sync with the surrounding environment, merging into one, creating a sense of primordial unity.

When He Heng arrived and saw this scene, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He could no longer sense any human aura from this "god." Instead, it was a divinity akin to what He Heng possessed when he performed the Great Dao Formless Fist. He had truly become "god."

"It seems that after letting go of everything and abandoning years of hard work, your spiritual bonds have been freed, and your progress has been immense," He Heng said with a slight smile, looking at the long-browed youth.

"Compared to your progress, mine is nothing," the god replied, also gently raising his head to look at He Heng. His pitch-black eyes were incredibly profound. "He Heng, you are very good. You haven't disappointed me. Over the years, I've built the god organization and cultivated many masters, including many who have reached the Core Strength realm, true immortals on earth. But the only one who has truly achieved the realm of 'god,' breaking through the void and becoming indestructible, is you."

As he spoke, the god was also scrutinizing He Heng. He Heng's current appearance was not much different from his appearance in the Great Heaven World. This had always made him wonder, why did they look the same despite having different parents? There must be a deep meaning behind it. Could it be... the neighbor's old Wang...

He Heng now looked to be in his early twenties. Naturally, he was much more mature than the teenage boy he was in the Great Heaven World, having shed his childishness for a steady and refined demeanor. His skin was fair and jade-like, warm and smooth like an infant's. His hair was as black as ink, and his deep eyes held a resilience forged by the passage of time.

The god felt an immense sense of danger from this exceptionally sunny and refined youth, as if facing a primordial fierce beast baring its fangs and claws. In his decades of experience, he had only felt such a heart-pounding sensation recently when facing Wang Chao and his wife together. Now, he was facing He Heng alone.

"Interesting. He Heng, you are indeed extraordinary. You live up to the person I saw potential in at first glance," the god said with a cold smile, his gaze filled with admiration.

"Are you praising me or yourself?" He Heng asked with a slight smile, his eyes fixed on the god's gaze.

"Haha, that's right. Between you and me, there's no need for such nonsense. That's the fake sentimentality those monkeys need. We gods don't need it," the god suddenly laughed, a chilling glint in his eyes as he looked at He Heng.

"Indeed. Let's fight," He Heng replied with a smile. A gentle breeze blew, and he moved.

His feet traced the Big Dipper, integrating the sun, moon, and stars. This was the Yu Step. A cold light flashed in his eyes, captivating the soul, this was the "eye witness" of Tai Chi. His body was suddenly filled with a gale, churning the space within three inches around him. He wielded a set of ordinary fist techniques, launching a direct strike of "Black Tiger Steals Heart" at the god.

"Good!"

The god's pupils contracted, incredibly profound, reflecting He Heng's fist seal with perfect clarity. He also raised his hands and fiercely struck towards He Heng's attacking arm.

Slap!

A clear and crisp sound echoed as He Heng and the god's fists met. The force exploded like thunder, leaving a red mark on each of their arms.

"Again!" He Heng roared, his entire body turning blood-red, as if drops of crimson blood were about to fall. This was a sign of his blood qi reaching its peak, incredibly terrifying.

The god was the same. Steam rose from his body as if it were boiling, his blood qi burning. It looked as if blood was dripping from his two long eyebrows.

Both of them punched simultaneously, carrying an extremely surging momentum. He Heng stepped on the Big Dipper, while the god's steps bloomed lotuses. Both represented the highest achievements in Daoist martial arts.

Boom!

An explosive roar, like the sky breaking apart, or like thunder's lament, shook the heavens and earth. He Heng and the god's fists and feet collided, unleashing astonishing brilliance with their fierce power. Each punch and kick carried a sky-shattering momentum, as heavy as a mountain, as magnificent as a peak.

He Heng turned, his face devoid of all emotion, transforming into the coldest, most ruthless Heavenly Dao. He looked down upon the mortal world with cold eyes. His fist seals were unleashed, causing the air in all directions to surge, as if countless stars were revolving, the four seasons cycling, and all things born and dying within it!

The Great Dao is Heartless, operating the sun and moon!

This was He Heng's Great Dao Heartless Fist. He embodied the Heavenly Dao, overlooking the vastness, ruling over all ups and downs. Whether immortal, demon, god, devil, or Buddha, all were beneath the heavens! With an unparalleled momentum, his fist swept out.

"Alas... not bad, but not enough."

The god suddenly sighed. With this sigh, his shoulder suddenly dropped. This shoulder drop occurred without any prior warning, appearing suddenly, like a celestial horse soaring through the sky. The force was perfectly rounded, and he managed to completely evade He Heng's imperceptible punch.

As he dropped his shoulder, the god placed his hands on his lower abdomen, interlocking his ten fingers, thumbs touching, middle fingers raised, twisting into a single unit, forming a flame-shaped hand seal.

This flame-shaped hand seal was formed with incredible speed, unbelievably fast. It naturally emerged as he dropped his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

He Heng was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the god to dodge his punch so easily. As the god dropped his shoulder, He Heng seized the opportunity, bringing his body down low, assuming the shape of a crocodile floating on water. Clearly, if he landed this move, it would be the extremely dangerous "Crocodile Tail Cut."

Just as he was seizing this advantage, a flash occurred in He Heng's mind. He seemed to sense the god's hands at his abdomen turning into a flame and flickering. This wasn't something he saw with his eyes, but a feeling directly perceived by his senses. The god's hand seal was so fast that the naked eye couldn't discern it.

Bang!

A soft sound.

Like a lamp flower exploding. The god's shoulder suddenly surged, his hands rose, his waist twisted, and all the muscles in his body seemed to bloom outwards like flowers.

He Heng clearly heard a rustling sound! This was the sound of the god's entire body erupting with this hand seal, the sound of blood flowing rapidly through his blood vessels! How much explosive power was needed to transmit the sound of blood flow from within his body? In an instant, how much pressure did his body have to withstand?

He Heng's arms were pushed back an inch. Then, the god moved diagonally, his body like a lotus leaf in the wind, his hands directly striking He Heng's abdomen! This direct strike of his hands, with a surging sound, penetrated his body!

It emitted a sound like waves crashing against the shore. This wasn't the gale, nor the twitching of muscles, nor the creaking of bones, but the image of his entire blood surging, the sound penetrating his body! This fighting style seemed like "Turning Body and Lotus" from Tai Chi.

But He Heng knew that Tai Chi's "Turning Body and Lotus" could absolutely not achieve such fierce explosive power! First forming a flame hand seal, then a lotus-blooming fighting style! This was the skill of Daoist qigong, "Fire Planting Lotus."

He Heng also knew of this skill. In recent years, he had traveled to holy lands of Daoism like Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, and Zhongnan Mountain to cultivate, and naturally, he hadn't missed Wudang Mountain. He had learned the "Turtle Snake Sword" from the Wudang Sword Art. The last stance in it should be the stance of "Fire Planting Lotus," as the saying goes, "Turtle and snake coil, life is firm, yet can plant a golden lotus in fire."

However, to be able to perform this move to the point where the sound of surging blood penetrated his body, this god was the only one!

"Only when my fate is mine to control, can I plant a golden lotus in fire!"

The god roared, his fist seal erupting and striking He Heng's abdomen. His move, "Fire Planting Lotus," aimed to embody the Heavenly Immortal Great Dao of "acting in accordance with the flow for mortals, rebelling against it for immortality," specifically countering He Heng's Great Dao Formless Fist, which embodied the intent of Azure Heaven, the Lord of the World.

However, facing the god's fierce onslaught of fist seals, He Heng remained unhurried. In a flash, he struck indifferently, as if a colossal god from ancient chaos, wielding a great axe to cleave heaven and earth, shattering chaos and giving birth to a new universe. This punch was the Great Dao Formless Fist. As its name suggested, the fist was formless and immaculate, boundless.

The Great Dao is Formless, giving birth to Heaven and Earth!

The vast fist intent, carrying the artistic conception of cleaving heaven and earth, the great momentum of shattering chaos, and the profound mystery of all things giving birth, boomed and intercepted the god's "Fire Planting Lotus."

"Hm?" The god's expression changed. He suddenly raised both hands, and a fierce gang qi directly assaulted He Heng. He Heng's face was stern, and he threw another punch. The artistic conception of cleaving heaven and earth and nurturing all things surged forth, crushing the gang qi.

However, the god seized this opening. A ferocious intent swept through him, and his body suddenly swelled, becoming a two-meter-tall little giant. With an "Iron Body Lean," he fiercely charged forward.

"Good!" He Heng roared, his blood qi surging and roaring. He also unleashed an "Iron Body Lean," colliding fiercely.

Boom!

A muffled sound echoed, like an explosion. The air within a dozen meters turned into an annihilating flow, tearing apart all the flowers and plants on the lawn and stripping the trees bare, leaving only their branches.

"Again!" He Heng suddenly took a step back, unleashing his magnificent fist intent. He stepped through the Big Dipper, his fist intent magnificent and world-shattering.

The god's expression suddenly changed. His blood qi churned, and gang qi overflowed, stirring the surrounding air, as if forming a small tornado that blew away everything around.

The two figures quickly intertwined. Fist and foot collided with astonishing force. Each step left a large pit in the ground, and each punch could break a large tree. A stone table nearby was directly smashed to pieces. The scene was terrifying.

The fist intent was vast, the power intense. Gigantic might swept through. Every fist technique in their hands reached its peak, representing the pinnacle of human physical ability. To ordinary people, they could be called... gods. This was a battle of gods!