One Blade for Six Punches

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of clashing metal was incessant. As fast as the light moved, so too did the swords; as boundless as the light was, so too was the swordplay. The strikes rained down on Lin Huang, leaving only shallow white marks on his skin. Seeing this, the seven men were struck with terror until their leader coldly shouted, "Change formation!"

At the command, the seven men maneuvered, shifted, and stepped through the stars. Their sword intent transformed, becoming majestic and scorching, as if the stars had morphed into a great sun.

"Kaiyang!"

With a thunderous shout, the sword intent shifted, its aura becoming overbearing. The vastness of the undulating galaxy condensed and fissioned, transforming into seven scorching suns. Each sword strike now carried the force of a blazing sun.

Seven suns rose into the sky, transforming into seven longswords that thrust forward. Each strike seemed to carry the searing power of a sun, possessing an unimaginably tyrannical force.

Lin Huang's expression remained indifferent. He flicked his finger, and a spark ignited in his palm. With a grab and a squeeze, it formed a lotus of flame that flickered, bloomed, and enveloped the seven longswords that were carrying the suns.

Without a sound, the seven longswords were caught in Lin Huang's palm behind the suddenly blooming fire lotus.

The seven disciples of the True Martial Dojo were horrified and incredulous.

Lin Huang flipped his palm, and a tyrannical force twisted the air. The seven men cried out as their swords were ripped from their hands. They flipped through the air, landed on the ground, and took quick steps to change their formation once more.

"Tianji!"

With a sharp, decisive shout, the body of the man leading the seven suddenly turned into light. The other six groaned, struck their own chests with their palms, and spat out a mouthful of heart-blood. They extended their fingers to draw and point, writing six blood-red characters in the air that infused into the leader. In an instant, the leader completely transformed into a streak of sword light—becoming the sword himself, fierce and turbulent.

It was as if the end of the world had arrived, and they were fighting for that one sliver of survival.

This strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

But what was even more soul-stirring was the sheer spirit displayed—a desperate, tragic struggle for life, fighting for that single chance at survival.

Lin Huang's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected these seven to be so decisive. Under his pressure, they had achieved a breakthrough, casting aside life and death to unleash this tragic, desperate strike.

"Die!" the disciples of the True Martial Dojo hissed, their eyes locked firmly on Lin Huang.

This was a strike born from the jaws of death; if it failed, they would have no choice but to perish.

Lin Huang stepped forward, raised his hand, and clenched his fist. There was no grand posturing, yet in an instant, the fist transformed into a vast, boundless ocean. As the sword thrust in, it found no purchase against the immense pressure, leaving the man who had become the sword struck with sudden terror.

"This fist is named Water!"

Lin Huang nodded, acknowledging their battle formation. His fist technique shifted, divine light erupted, and the ocean surged. A massive, colossal beast—as vast and boundless as the ocean itself—raised its head, letting out a resounding cry as it rose up.

"The fist transformed into a Kunpeng?!"

The disciples of the True Martial Dojo were well-learned; they recognized the origin of the giant beast in Lin Huang's technique and gasped in disbelief.

Legend spoke of the divine Kunpeng, which could transform into the ocean and had the power to soar nine heavens high, blotting out the sun and moon.

Lin Huang's Water Fist had captured the essence of this Kunpeng: the boundlessness of the Kun and the infinity of the Peng.

As the punch landed, the disciples of the True Martial Dojo turned deathly pale.

The fist energy surged and rampaged like waves crashing against the shore. Under this single blow, it felt like an apocalyptic disaster.

Withdrawing his hand, Lin Huang lowered his eyes to contemplate for a moment. The battle formation of the True Martial Dojo was ingenious and provided him with a rare insight.

Raising his head, Lin Huang's gaze was like lightning. He looked toward the distance, stood with his hands behind his back, and nodded. "Come out."

Qianshan Huo could not hide his shock as he was called out by Lin Huang. He slowly stepped out alongside the disciple of the Peerless Sword Saint.

"He shattered the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation of the True Martial Dojo with just two punches. This is truly unimaginably powerful."

"Qianshan Huo, even if we join forces, we might not be his match."

The disciple of the Peerless Sword Saint could not hide his shock and whispered to Qianshan Huo.

When they arrived, they had just witnessed Lin Huang displaying his might, effortlessly shattering the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation of the True Martial Dojo, leaving them speechless with shock.

Qianshan Huo, in particular, had recognized Lin Huang at a glance, but the massive gap in cultivation compared to before made him doubt his own eyes.

Ultimately, Qianshan Huo was unwilling to admit that such a terrifying person could exist in this world, someone who could elevate his cultivation to such an incredible level in just two days.

Or perhaps he was just toying with me from the start? The thought flashed through Qianshan Huo's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. During their battle that day, he could tell that Lin Huang had indeed fought with all his might.

Perhaps they are not the same person.

Qianshan Huo still clung to that slim hope, but Lin Huang's first words shattered it completely.

"We meet again." Lin Huang nodded, looking at Qianshan Huo.

"It really is you?" Qianshan Huo exclaimed, his face turning incredibly ugly.

The person who had barely managed to hold his own against him just two days ago was now so strong that even he and another combined might not have a guaranteed victory. This progress was truly shocking.

"I gained much from your blade that day. Today, I will return the favor with six punches. How much you can comprehend depends on your own insight."

Lin Huang waved his hand, his tone firm and unquestionable.

The previous challengers had provided him with insights, and Lin Huang had been generous enough to display the Six Paths Divine Fist he had comprehended. But he had never used more than two punches.

Only Qianshan Huo's Blade Slashing the Six Paths had provided Lin Huang with significant gains, laying the foundation for his progress. Thus, he was willing to impart his knowledge today, deciding to display all the Six Paths Divine Fist he had mastered to Qianshan Huo.

"You are too arrogant." The disciple of the Peerless Sword Saint snorted. Although he acknowledged Lin Huang's strength, he was a self-proclaimed genius who could not tolerate Lin Huang's condescending tone of wanting to "instruct" them.

Lin Huang didn't even look at the disciple of the Peerless Sword Saint; he simply clenched his hand into a fist.

"This fist is Earth!"

With a single punch, the disciple of the Peerless Sword Saint didn't even have the chance to draw his sword before he was blasted apart. The power of that single punch was terrifyingly immense.

Qianshan Huo's expression changed drastically, his heart trembling with disbelief.

Lin Huang threw one punch, then raised an eyebrow and let out a sharp shout, like a sudden awakening or a heavy blow to the head, causing Qianshan Huo to instantly calm down.

"Five punches left. Seize the opportunity yourself."

Lin Huang spoke again, then threw another punch; this one rose from the earth, soared into the sky, exhausted all variations, and was impossible to predict.

"This is Wind Fist! The wind rises from the earth and soars in the sky; it is the beginning of all change and the teacher of all living things."

Qianshan Huo only felt a gust of wind pass by, and then he heard countless screams rising one after another. This punch had actually blasted all the way to the edge of the Eternal Silence Plain, sweeping through like a gale, unstoppable and insurmountable.

After the punch landed, Lin Huang changed his hand, pressed his palm down, and instantly the gale entered the sea, encompassing all things; with a resonant cry, the fist transformed into a Kunpeng.

"This is Water Fist!"

"This is Fire Fist!"

"This is Yin Fist!"

"This is Yang Fist!"

Rumble!

As if the heavens and earth were being created, Lin Huang demonstrated the Six Paths Divine Fist before Qianshan Huo in one breath. Having received Lin Huang's wake-up call, Qianshan Huo suppressed the shock, jealousy, and various other emotions in his heart, reaching a state of ethereal clarity. He contemplated Lin Huang's Six Paths Divine Fist and gained some insight. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Huang standing there expressionless, his hands behind his back.

"One blade for six punches. From now on, I owe you nothing, and you need not owe me anything."

Having said this, Lin Huang's figure gradually dissipated.

Qianshan Huo was startled, and then a belated voice rang in his ears.

"Two survivors remaining. The match is over."

His vision blurred, and Qianshan Huo was shocked once more, only then realizing that the six punches Lin Huang had demonstrated to him had actually wiped out everyone on the entire Eternal Silence Plain. The speed was so fast that even the Dream God Realm had not reacted in time; it was truly terrifying.