You All Come at Me!

After finishing off Chen Aiyang and watching him pass away in perfect peace, He Heng felt deeply conflicted—or perhaps simply calm.

Hear the Way in the morning, and you can die content by evening!

For someone seeking the Way, hearing it before dying was a fitting end, with no regrets!

"What about my own path?" He Heng asked himself. He found no answer. His path was still long, and he would find the answer over the course of his endless life.

He walked back to his seat, his steps slow and steady. Ignoring the others' reverent, fearful gazes, he sat in extraordinary calm, as though a god looking down upon the mortal world, or the eternal Way of Heaven, silently watching all things!

The Martial Dao Convention continued, with one fierce battle after another breaking out after He Heng's match.

The convention went on for several days. During that time, Wang Chao, Ba Liming, God, and others all took the stage. The battles were extremely intense, and many world-renowned martial artists and grandmasters shed blood there. The fighting was brutal.

Yet this brutality also awakened people's potential. Many surviving martial artists made breakthroughs, and several Core Strength masters even emerged.

During this time, Wang Chao pulled off another major feat. Ambushed by several Gun Kings, he managed to kill a European Catholic expert outright, making an example of him.

Yan Yuanyi, Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai, Chen Taiyi, Feng Cai, Yue Peng, and numerous other Dan Force masters fought one decisive battle after another, eliminating many competitors.

But none of this was worth He Heng's attention. After fighting Chen Aiyang and watching him attain the Way before dying, He Heng's mind had entered a state of clarity, looking down upon it all.

He had fought several times along the way, but his opponents had been unimpressive. Most could not withstand even one of his punches. Even the two Dan Force masters he faced had nothing of Chen Aiyang's brilliance; they were better than nothing.

For a while, the Martial Dao Convention seemed utterly dull to him. He simply waited for the final match to arrive.

At last, the ten strongest fighters were decided. Wang Chao's disciple placed tenth, barely making the cut.

After several more rounds, a few of the top ten fighters withdrew one after another. Then it was Yan Yuanyi's turn. Her opponent was Feng Cai!

The two women, who might have been the strongest in the world apart from Tang Zichen, unleashed their greatest strength against each other. In the end, both broke through, glimpsing the realms of Shatter Void and See God Unbroken. Whether they could truly enter those realms remained unknown.

He Heng was happy for them. It had nothing to do with individuals or grudges, only the mutual respect between fellow seekers of the Way.

Then, at last, it was He Heng's turn. His opponent was... Wang Chao!

"At last, these two are facing off! Number One Under Heaven—either of them could claim the title!" Cries of excitement rose from the audience as people discussed the match.

Over the past few days, He Heng had fought several times, and his overwhelming victories had shown that this unknown young man was at least Wang Chao and God's equal—if not their better. They were the two strongest figures in the world.

The outcome of his battle with Wang Chao would have enormous repercussions.

Yet at this moment, the two men themselves were calmer than ever. He Heng and Wang Chao regarded each other quietly, the air around them still.

It was the calm before the storm.

After a moment, Wang Chao spoke first, clasping his hands. "Brother He, when we fought last time, we didn't settle the matter completely. It has always been one of my greatest regrets. I'm grateful for this chance today. Please, show me what you can do."

"Not at all. These days, it's your name that's been ringing throughout the land, Brother Wang. You're Number One Under Heaven." He Heng smiled slightly as he looked at Wang Chao.

"Haha, those are just empty titles. They're nothing compared to you defeating Old Ba and Long Brows one after another." Wang Chao chuckled, then his expression turned solemn. He clasped his hands behind his back. "Brother He, please!"

"Then let's fight!" He Heng's expression instantly turned stern. His gaze sharpened as he stared at Wang Chao, his pupils contracting. His Blood Qi roiled as if boiling, surging with a rushing sound. His whole body swelled.

Wang Chao's expression was calm and grave as well. He raised both hands, his gaze blazing. His body flushed red, and his Blood Qi surged to its limit!

He struck first. His Blood Qi burst with a sudden roar, and his internal organs bellowed as he unleashed his full fighting strength in an instant!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A string of sonic booms rang through the air, like the roars of tigers and dragons and the crash of thunder. Wang Chao moved with blinding speed. With a single bound, he reached He Heng's side and punched toward his chest.

He Heng remained calm, his gaze unfathomably deep. The instant Wang Chao reached him, he raised his left hand and used the Innate Winding Silk Hand to coil around Wang Chao's wrist, locking down his right fist.

At the same time, he whipped his right arm around. It cracked sharply as he drove a punch toward Wang Chao's ribs. Wang Chao twisted violently, like a giant serpent rolling over. His left hand struck out like a venomous dragon, aiming for He Heng's right arm.

He Heng immediately abandoned his attack on Wang Chao's ribs. His left hand wound around Wang Chao's right arm, while his right forearm shot up to block Wang Chao's left arm.

Boom!

Their arms collided, the impact deep and muffled. Both men retreated a step, leaving deep footprints as the concrete floor cracked beneath them.

Then they attacked again. They darted forward, their figures weaving together at high speed as their arms clashed again and again. Suddenly, Wang Chao braced himself with one hand. His entire arm flushed with blood, and his sinews snapped taut. The muscle on his palm bulged, making a buzzing sound like a steel ball spinning.

His great hand, dark bluish-green and gleaming, opened wide. The air churned as he slammed it down with explosive force.

It was the strike of the Heaven Overturning Seal! After exchanging several moves, Wang Chao had finally unleashed his ultimate technique!

He Heng's eyes flashed like lightning, brilliant and piercing. Wang Chao's palm was clearly reflected in his pupils.

"Good!" The word burst from He Heng's throat. He swung out a single fist, and with that motion came a surge like a raging tide, rising straight toward the heavens. Like the turning of the sun and moon, it met Wang Chao's Heaven Overturning Seal head-on.

Great Dao Heartless, turning the sun and moon! This was He Heng's Great Dao Heartless Fist!

As their fists met, both men's bodies shuddered. Their clothes billowed under the force of the air, as if they were about to burst apart.

Wang Chao's eyes flashed. He slid his feet lightly and shifted his body, retreating a full fifty meters in a single motion and opening up a vast distance between them!

He Heng had shed every emotion belonging to a living being. His eyes held absolute reason and absolute coldness as he entered a state too profound to describe, like the heavens looking down upon the mortal world. Nothing could sway him.

"Again!" He Heng's figure bore down on Wang Chao like a shadow. He threw punches, unleashing the Great Dao Formless Fist. An immense force, like the creation of heaven and earth, crushed toward Wang Chao—heavy as mountains, vast as an ocean pouring down from the sky.

Determination filled Wang Chao's eyes. Facing He Heng's fists, which crashed down like the waters of the Yellow River surging from the heavens, he chose to meet them head-on. He stirred his Blood Qi and unleashed his greatest strength.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In less than three seconds, He Heng and Wang Chao exchanged dozens of blows. The floor cracked beneath their feet, concrete flying everywhere and crumbling into dust.

Roar!

Wang Chao suddenly let out a thunderous roar that reverberated through the stadium. Pane after pane of glass shattered under the shock waves.

He Heng's expression was grave, his eyes deep. A silvery-white sheen enveloped him as his Blood Qi surged and his muscles swelled violently, tearing apart his upper garments. His muscles bulged like those of a giant as he lunged at Wang Chao.

Wang Chao did the same, his body transforming into a giant-like figure. His boundless fist intent surged toward He Heng, sweeping over everything in its path.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Their fists clashed, their momentum overwhelming. Countless ripples spread through the air like waves. He Heng suddenly raised his leg and kicked toward the pit of Wang Chao's stomach.

Wang Chao's eyes shifted as he twisted aside to dodge the kick. His right hand abruptly formed a finger strike and jabbed straight at He Heng's temple.

He Heng snapped up his right hand, caught Wang Chao's arms, and suddenly flung him away with a twist. Wang Chao used the Thousand Jin Drop in midair, steadying himself as he turned toward He Heng and struck down from above with a punch.

A smile suddenly curved He Heng's lips. His Blood Qi erupted to its utmost, and his muscles swelled to their limit. He bent his knees sharply, then kicked off with all his strength, leaping into the air and punching toward Wang Chao.

Their fists collided. The air itself seemed to explode as their tremendous momentum met again and again. Gravity sent them plunging rapidly toward the ground, but He Heng did not stop. He unleashed punch after punch like a storm, throwing dozens in a single second—far beyond the limits of human beings.

"Ugh..." At last, Wang Chao ran out of strength. Unable to keep up with He Heng's speed, he took a vicious straight punch that sent him flying. He spat out mouthfuls of blood and crashed to the ground.

He Heng finally returned to the ground as well, smashing a deep crater into it.

"Wang Chao actually lost? How is that possible?" Many people cried out in shock. They were the laymen.

The true fist masters, however, looked utterly disbelieving, their eyes wide. They had seen the speed and force of He Heng's punches.

Dozens of punches in less than a second—not only was it a question of whether such a thing could be done, but whether the body could withstand it.

After all, above Dan Force, every punch drew on the strength of the entire body. Every strike was an all-out effort. To throw punches at the highest intensity, one after another, in such a short time was beyond what any human body could bear.

That was why Wang Chao had been able to keep up at first, but not later. His muscles had already been wrecked by the superhuman force of his relentless punches. After that, he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. One moment of hesitation was all it took for him to fall.

Wang Chao's fist technique was extraordinary, and his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, but he was still human. Of course his body could not withstand dozens of full-force strikes in succession. But what kind of monster was He Heng? He looked completely unharmed. His punches had been more numerous and more powerful than Wang Chao's. So why was he fine?

Only God, Ba Liming, and Tang Zichen—the few who had fought He Heng and knew about his monstrous physical abilities—could answer the martial arts experts' questions. But none of them felt like explaining. They had sensed a cold gaze, utterly devoid of emotion, fixed on them.

He Heng looked at Wang Chao, who was struggling to his feet and coughing up blood. A giant fist imprint caved in his chest. Then He Heng looked up at God, Tang Zichen, and Ba Liming, seated at the head of the hall. His gaze grew even deeper, and an extreme battle intent erupted within him. His fight with Wang Chao had sent his thoughts into a state of utter clarity, too profound to describe.

But this still wasn't enough! Wang Chao alone couldn't give him sufficient pressure or stimulation to complete his breakthrough. So He Heng said, "You all come at me!"