Battle Against the Mountain-Moving Ape! Ning Feng Is Creating Another Self-Created Soul Skill?

At that moment,

the air in this low-lying rocky area felt unusually heavy.

As for the Mountain-Moving Ape, it continued eating roots with its back turned to them.

After Ning Feng's reminder, Vina, Mu Xue, and the middle-aged Soul Master began carefully observing the Soul Beast's build and movements, judging its cultivation based on their experience.

"This Mountain-Moving Ape is probably around four thousand five hundred years old." The middle-aged Soul Master lowered his voice as he studied the exposed bones and muscles of the Soul Beast.

"Although its cultivation is high and it won't be easy to deal with, with all of us here, the risk of suppressing it during the absorption shouldn't be too great. Besides, a Soul Ring from a Soul Beast like the Mountain-Moving Ape would indeed be an excellent choice for Young Master Ning Feng's third Soul Ring."

Ning Feng nodded.

He had carefully selected the Mountain-Moving Ape as his target in the first place.

So Ning Feng cupped his hands toward them and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you."

"We're all on the same side now. There's no need to be so formal." Vina smiled in response, then raised her right hand.

"Snow Lotus, appear!"

A flash of white light passed, and a crystal-clear Snow Lotus floated above her palm. Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring appeared alongside it.

At the same time, the middle-aged Soul Master released his Martial Soul: a pair of arms with a metallic sheen and bulging muscles. It was clearly a Martial Soul focused purely on strength.

Mu Xue took half a step back and pressed her palms together. The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted, and tiny snowflakes appeared out of nowhere.

The three of them moved at once.

As a Soul King, the middle-aged Soul Master was extremely fast. He charged ahead first, cutting off the Mountain-Moving Ape's escape route head-on.

Vina's Snow Lotus released a gentle glow, attempting to interfere with the Mountain-Moving Ape's senses.

And ahead of them...

Although the Mountain-Moving Ape had been eating, it was highly alert.

The moment Vina and the others made their move, it sensed the threat.

It spun around at once and roared.

Rather than dodging, it swung its thick arms and met the middle-aged Soul Master's metal arms head-on.

Bam!

A loud crash rang out. The middle-aged man swayed slightly, while the Mountain-Moving Ape was knocked half a step back.

Though the beast had taken a hit, it was bold and didn't retreat. It charged again.

However, facing three opponents at once, it truly had no chance.

But Ning Feng wasn't standing by and waiting.

The instant he saw the Mountain-Moving Ape attack, he felt the formidable fist intent behind it.

It was a fist intent with no flashy flourishes, one that sought only to shatter everything with sheer strength.

"Interesting..."

Ning Feng's eyes lit up. He specialized in fist techniques, and the Mountain-Moving Ape's fist intent had struck a chord with him.

Ning Feng charged straight into the fight.

Three Heads and Six Arms!

He activated his Martial Soul, spreading out all six arms as fist intent gathered around him, and joined the battle.

As for the Mountain-Moving Ape, the instant Ning Feng charged in, it seemed to sense a "kindred spirit."

It abandoned the middle-aged Soul Master and Vina, turning its attention to Ning Feng instead.

It roared, pounded its chest, and swung its massive fists at Ning Feng like falling weights.

But Ning Feng didn't dodge.

Instead, he shouted, "Bring it on!"

He took a deep breath and met each of the Mountain-Moving Ape's blows head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The impacts rang out again and again.

With each collision, Ning Feng's momentum grew.

He felt himself entering a strange state.

The Mountain-Moving Ape's attacks were savage, but every punch followed a complete rhythm of force—a result of its muscles and bones coordinating in an instant.

He began imitating that rhythm.

Gradually, his breathing grew steady and long. His movements were no longer bound by his original forms; he moved entirely as he pleased.

He seemed to enter a state of complete self-forgetfulness.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Soul Master and Mu Xue had initially intended to continue their assault and help Ning Feng bring down the Mountain-Moving Ape...

But Vina noticed something was happening.

She raised her hand and stopped Mu Xue and the middle-aged Soul Master, who were about to step in.

"Stop," Vina said softly. "Don't disturb him."

Mu Xue frowned as she watched the two locked in battle. "Princess, the Soul Beast has gone berserk. If we don't take the opportunity to suppress it completely, I'm afraid Young Master Ning Feng could be in danger."

"This is a four-thousand-five-hundred-year-old Soul Beast. Young Master Ning Feng is fighting it head-on. What if something goes wrong?"

The middle-aged man was also concerned. He turned to Vina and said, "Exactly! A Soul Beast is still a Soul Beast. It doesn't know the meaning of holding back. I should step in and finish it off."

But Vina still shook her head, her eyes fixed on Ning Feng.

She continued, "Look at what he's doing."

"He's using the Mountain-Moving Ape's strength to gain insight into fist intent. He's not in trouble—instead, he's getting stronger."

"So how could we interfere with him at a time like this?"

Mu Xue looked incredulous. She studied the fight carefully and indeed saw Ning Feng's movements changing.

His attacks had been powerful before, but there was an obvious stiffness to them. Now, his movements were growing more and more natural, and each punch carried a steady, powerful presence.

"Now that you mention it, you're right..." The middle-aged Soul Master was astonished. "But gaining insight into fist intent in the middle of a battle? That's absurd."

"That's why I said he's extraordinary," Vina replied with a nod.

"I think he must have already developed a Self-Created Soul Skill while at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He has a solid foundation."

"And he must have made considerable progress with fist techniques."

"That's why things have turned out this way."

The battle ahead continued without pause.

Ning Feng kept adjusting as he fought.

With each passing moment, he grew more adept.

The Mountain-Moving Ape sensed the provocation. Its roars grew more and more furious, and its attacks came faster and faster.

But no matter how fiercely it attacked, Ning Feng always deflected its blows with the simplest movements, even turning the pressure back on it.

By the later stages of the fight, every punch Ning Feng threw made the air around him tremble, accompanied by a low, muffled roar.

It wasn't a human sound. It was more like a beast's growl, echoing through the woods with the force of his punches.

At that moment, he had successfully woven the sound into his fist intent.

Feeling the surging power within him, Ning Feng couldn't help bursting into laughter.

"Done!"

He shouted as all six arms exerted their strength at once. His final punch landed heavily on the Mountain-Moving Ape's shoulder, accompanied by the beastly roar he had imitated.

Ape Form Fist!

As the move struck, its fist intent pierced through the Mountain-Moving Ape's body, sending it staggering backward before it crashed heavily to the ground.

Once the Mountain-Moving Ape fell, it couldn't get back up.

In the distance, Mu Xue and the middle-aged Soul Master stared at the scene, rooted to the spot.

Although Vina had prepared them for it earlier, they were still deeply shocked.

Because Ning Feng had just created another powerful Self-Created Soul Skill?