As a cultivator at Huang Que's level, he naturally understood that most people's true qi or internal force was no different from anyone else's: it was simply a form of power. Only a few could infuse their convictions and will into their true qi or internal force, making it immensely powerful.
The most common examples were killing intent and rage intent. But both were double-edged swords. Once they slipped out of control, a cultivator's Dao Heart would collapse and he would fall into demonic madness, while a martial artist would lose his reason and go berserk.
Cultivators like Xu Taiping, who could infuse their own insights into their true qi, were few and far between.
"Infused into a fist technique, this aura becomes fist intent; into blade techniques, blade intent; into sword techniques, sword intent. With intent, your fist techniques, blade techniques, and sword techniques gain a soul, far surpassing ordinary fist techniques and swordsmanship."
He murmured these words to himself.
Of course, the process of infusing it would not be so simple. Someone who had only just picked up a sword could not possibly learn sword intent. It had to be like a smith forging iron: only through a thousand hammerings and a hundred temperings could this intent be worked into fist techniques and swordsmanship.
"Bam!"
Just as Huang Que was thinking this, Fan Qi suddenly stepped forward on the arena, appeared beside Xu Taiping like a gust of wind, and drove a fist straight at his face.
The difference was that Fan Qi's fist force now contained towering rage intent and killing intent, like a pack of beasts enraged beyond measure, roaring themselves hoarse at Xu Taiping, wanting to devour his flesh and drink his blood.
"Bam!"
Although Xu Taiping raised his fist and caught the blow, his