Within the Minor World.
Li Ping'an punched without pause.
A Martial Warrior's charge knew only advance, never retreat.
The resolve to break enemy lines knew only death, never survival.
He cast aside every distracting thought, until only his own fists seemed to remain in his Divine Sense.
Yellow Fate: "A Nobleman does not act rashly; when he acts, there must be a principle behind it."
Within the Minor World, mountains crumbled and the earth split.
Heaven and earth shifted, and sun and moon alternated.
At times, wind and snow raged together; at others, the heat was unbearable...
Li Ping'an paid none of it any heed.
He immersed himself wholeheartedly in his Fist Intent, fighting with exhilarating abandon and complete concentration.
Every move flowed like drifting clouds and running water, gradually reaching a state of flawless natural harmony.
Gu Xizhou had said that life-and-death combat was the best way to raise a Martial Warrior's realm.
The art of the fist was practical: a loss was a loss, and a win was a win.
According to Gu Xizhou, Li Ping'an had lived in comfort for too long.
He lacked the killing aura and daring honed on the battlefield.
The result was that, no matter how good his foundation or how strong his physique was,
given enough time, his body would weaken.
Of course, that only applied to ordinary Martial Warriors.
Under the influence of Heaven's Punishment Fate, as one waned, the other waxed.
It made Li Ping'an's physique incomparably powerful, far beyond what ordinary Martial Warriors could contend with.
Li Ping'an sent a punch out across the distance.
Fist Intent brimmed within it.
The punch swept forward like a blade splitting bamboo, shattering the mountain hurtling toward him.
Ripples immediately surged outward.
Jumeng appeared behind the mountain.
Suddenly retreating, Jumeng effortlessly avoided