From Weakest to Strongest

Love Reading, My Martial Arts Are Not Moral

His battle-hardened body erupted with boundless strength as his fist smashed into the sword qi without any flourish.

In an instant, countless fine strands of sword qi carved wounds across Mu Nanbei's entire body, leaving not a single patch of intact flesh.

With a furious roar, he seemed unable to feel any pain. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed a skyful of fist shadows, determined to grind this sword qi out of existence by force!

The necklace glimmered faintly. Mu Nanbei's mind completely emptied, leaving only the motion of throwing punches.

Ten punches, a hundred punches, a thousand punches, ten thousand punches...

His feet were rooted to the ground, his stamina draining at a terrifying rate every second. Fortunately, [Bloodline Armament] continuously supplied him with strength, allowing every punch to be thrown at full power without the slightest restraint.

After nearly five minutes of high-speed punching, the last wisp of sword qi vanished. Mu Nanbei remained frozen in his punching stance for a long time.

"Ooooooh!!!" More than a hundred Armed Envoys crawled from the ruins cut through by the sword qi, erupting in deafening cheers.

Looking through the massive gap split into the wall, they saw that the intercity Abyss Rail bridge had collapsed, crushing buildings across a small section of the surface.

This area of Culture Capital had been cleaved open by a winding ravine hundreds of meters long. Countless buildings had collapsed along its path, and the entire area was devoid of even a trace of light, plunged into silent darkness.

And the culprit behind all this devastation had been nothing more than a single strike from a [Martial Aspect]!

Perhaps they had yet to reach the level of walking humanoid disasters or human-shaped nuclear bombs, but