Fist Strikes the Void!

"Sick!"

Dai Mubai couldn't help but curse out loud, using it to mask the panic in his heart.

"What's the point of living like this?"

"No joy in childhood, just like a marionette."

"What does it matter even if his strength is immense?"

"He has lost the pleasures of being human!"

"I, Dai Mubai, wouldn't want to live a single day of this ascetic life!"

He had to deny the other side.

Otherwise, it would be equivalent to admitting his own laziness and incompetence.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was also gloomy at this moment.

The perseverance displayed by the White Emperor in the image made even this "Master of Theory" feel a sense of alarm.

But he absolutely could not admit that he was wrong.

"Hmph."

Yu Xiaogang let out a cold snort, hands behind his back, striking a pose of unfathomable depth.

"Grandstanding."

"Reading military strategy at three? Can he even understand it?"

"It's nothing more than rote memorization."

"This mechanical way of learning will only stifle a child's creativity and spirit."

"This is a classic example of spoon-fed education, destined to produce nothing but a bookworm, not a true powerhouse."

Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately nodded in agreement.

"Teacher is right."

"The path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation."

"Blindly practicing hard will only make one's state of mind rigid."

"In my opinion, this Dai Mubai of the White World will only be a brute who knows nothing but cultivation, incapable of adapting."

The members of Shrek chimed in one after another.

They desperately tried to belittle this effort from every angle, as if only by doing so could they maintain their crumbling sense of superiority.

However.

Just as the people of the Black World were busy engaging in "spiritual victories."

The image on the Sky Screen changed once again.

This time.

It was no longer reading, nor was it running or standing in a horse stance.

[White World: Three years old, a punch that shocks the world!]

In the image.

The setting sun dyed the Martial Arts Arena of the Star Luo Imperial Palace a blood red.

The three-year-old little Dai Mubai slowly closed the ancient book in his hands.

He placed the scroll neatly on the stone table beside him.

Then.

He walked to the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

He took his stance.

There were no flashy movements.

His small body crouched slightly, his feet gripping the ground firmly like the roots of an ancient tree.

He breathed.

With every inhalation and exhalation, white currents of air could faintly be seen swirling at his nostrils, like two tiny white dragons.

The next moment.

He moved.

It was no longer the childishness of before.

This punch carried a weight and dominance completely inconsistent with his age!

"Hah!"

A crisp, low shout erupted from that tender throat.

A small fist punched fiercely forward.

This punch looked completely unremarkable.

There was neither the glow of soul power nor the manifestation of a martial soul.

It was pure physical strength.

But—

The moment the fist was thrown.

[Boom!]

A low, muffled rumble of thunder actually erupted from the Sky Screen!

Immediately after.

Everyone watched in sheer terror.

The air in front of little Dai Mubai's fist was twisting and vibrating violently, as if a giant boulder had been thrown into a pool of water!

Visible, transparent ripples spread wildly in all directions, centered on his fist.

Crack!

Faintly, one could even see tiny black fissures appearing in the void, as if the very space itself were about to be torn apart by this pure, punching force!

Fist intent!

It was a supreme, peerless fist intent!

Just from the opening stance alone.

That overwhelming pressure, that domineering aura capable of shattering the firmament.

Through the screen, it slammed heavily into the hearts of everyone in the Black World!

Black World.

Star Luo Empire, Hall of Elders.

Several elders with white hair and beards, who had been sitting cross-legged on prayer mats, suddenly jumped up as if their seats had been set on fire.

"This..."

"This opening stance..."

The voice of the lead Grand Elder trembled, his murky old eyes filled with the horror of having seen a ghost:

"This is... Fist Strikes the Void?!"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

An elder beside him was so agitated that he even yanked out a few strands of his own beard:

"This fist technique was obtained by our Star Luo Imperial Family ancestors from an ancient ruin."

"Because it is too fierce and domineering, it places extreme demands on the physical body, and it is incomplete."

"Even our ancestor back then only managed to master the basics!"

"For hundreds of years, countless brilliant imperial descendants have tried to practice it, only to end up with shattered meridians or exploding bodies!"

"This is fundamentally a death-trap technique that cannot be mastered!"

"He... he is only three years old!"

"How could a three-year-old possibly master Fist Strikes the Void?!"

These elders, who were at the Title Douluo level, had completely lost their composure.

They stared fixedly at the small figure on the Sky Screen.

Watching every move and every stance, each containing the terrifying intent to shatter the void.

That was no mere show.

That was the real, perfect, and even more profound version than what was recorded in the incomplete manual—Fist Strikes the Void!

If this were true.

Then this Dai Mubai from the White World was a monster among monsters!

Heaven Dou Camp.

Although they didn't understand what "Fist Strikes the Void" was.

Anyone who wasn't blind could see the terror of this set of fist techniques.

The sonic booms in the air triggered by every punch thrown.

The tremors in the earth caused by every stomp of his feet.

All of it told everyone that this was definitely not a child playing house!

Yu Xiaogang's mouth hung wide open.

The words "flowery fists and embroidered legs" had been on the tip of his tongue, but they were choked back down before he could utter them.

His face flushed a deep liver-red, and he felt a stinging, burning sensation across his cheeks.

Another slap to the face!

Was this Sky Screen specifically trying to make things difficult for him?

He had just called the guy a bookworm, and the guy immediately countered by unleashing a set of fist techniques that looked terrifying just to watch!

"This... what kind of fist technique is this?"

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye was pushed to its absolute limit as he stared fixedly at the screen.

A stormy sea surged within his heart.

The force-generating techniques within this fist style were actually more profound than his Tang Sect's Mysterious Jade Hand and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

That pure release of power completely defied common sense!

"Boss Dai, do you recognize this fist technique?"

Tang San turned his head to look at Dai Mubai beside him.

At this moment, Dai Mubai looked as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

His pupils had contracted to pinpricks, his lips trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long while.

He finally squeezed a sentence out through his teeth:

"Fist Strikes the Void..."

"That is... that is an imperial forbidden technique!"

Upon hearing the words "forbidden technique," the ears of everyone nearby instantly perked up.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and explained in a hoarse voice:

"This is a unique, incomplete scroll that only the emperors of past generations are permitted to read."

"It is said that once mastered, the physical body can break through ten thousand laws, and a single punch can shatter the void."

"However..."

Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, his tone becoming extremely agitated, even bordering on hysterical:

"It is fundamentally impossible to master!"

"When I was ten years old, my father once let me try to sense this fist technique."

"Just from the opening stance alone, I was nearly shattered in heart and pulse by that tyrannical backlash!"