Ziwei Emperor Fist

The world within the Martial Dao Tower was fairly vast for those in the Heaven Transformation Realm, but that was only natural. Their divine souls were resilient, and when extended to their limits, they could provide tremendous assistance as they roamed heaven and earth.

Even in the region he was traversing now, Yun Mo could feel the distance despite his speed.

Bang! Bang!

Two figures whose faces could not be made out were locked in fierce combat. Neither manifested a battle weapon. Instead, they relied purely on physical strength, layered with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, exchanging blows through the intent of what they had learned.

To an onlooker, the clash of their fists seemed to carry the power to cleave the heavens open. Every collision produced a thunderous roar that shook the region.

Under those full-force collisions, ripples of impact swept outward one after another, leaving the already shattered landscape even more devastated.

When Yun Mo arrived, his expression remained calm. He put away his Flexible Sword and darted forward, curling his hands into fists as he closed in and struck at both men.

After cultivating the Wu Clan Body Tempering Scripture, his physical strength had surpassed the Heaven Transformation Realm. Likewise, thanks to that scripture, his fist intent was fiercer and more overbearing than either of theirs.

In fact, anyone who sensed it carefully would discover something like a demonic intent and an emperor's might fused within his fist intent, seeking to make heaven and earth submit.

"Hmph. You court death!"

Sensing Yun Mo's approach, the two men's expressions turned icy. After exchanging one last blow, they turned to meet his oncoming fist intent.

At the Martial Spirit Academy, reverence for martial prowess did not mean acting without restraint. Suddenly interfering with an ongoing fight meant facing attacks from both sides at once.

Yun Mo did not know this rule, but even if he had, he would not have cared.

Boom!

Four fists collided violently, immediately unleashing a disturbance more terrifying than before. Even space seemed to ripple.

Crack!

"You!"

Shock filled both men's eyes. At the very instant of collision, they felt an utterly irresistible force surge from Yun Mo's fists. That explosive fist intent pierced straight through their fist auras, making their arms crack.

It was the sound of sinews and bones breaking, and the knell of their loss of the initiative.

"Who are you?!"

Clutching their arms, the two tried to fly backward and put some distance between them. At their current realm, they needed only a few breaths to temporarily suppress their injuries. If close combat would not work, they would attack from afar.

But Yun Mo would never give them that chance. He stepped upon time, each stride carrying a faint, hazy intent as he pressed forward to attack them again.

Looking closely, one could even see a veil-like barrier of space covering his fists. It contained boundless emperor's might, along with what seemed to be a strand of black demonic intent, shaking all directions with unstoppable force.

"Hmph, strong as you are, we won't just-"

Boom!

Yun Mo's expression remained unchanged as he threw another punch. This time, a violet halo covered his fist, allowing the emperor's might to truly permeate heaven and earth and lending a hint of suppression to the wind of his punch.

To some extent, as the Jade Bi at his brow remained fused with him longer and longer, he had become able to slowly temper his body with its emperor's might. Though the effect was slight, it worked in tandem with the Wu Clan Body Tempering Scripture, one from within and the other from without, allowing his physical body to improve rapidly.

Moreover, it was precisely this tempering through emperor's might that had silently imbued his body with strands of that same might.

As a result, his attacks had unknowingly begun to carry this imperial resonance. Even a trace could raise the power of his fists to a far more terrifying level.

Pfft!

Fear began to surface in both men's eyes as they raised their fists to block. Yet upon colliding with Yun Mo, all their internal organs were shaken, sending blood spraying from their mouths.

Still, they did not give up completely. Both let out long howls, forcibly suppressed the injuries his fists had inflicted, and struck back at Yun Mo with all their strength.

Yun Mo's face was impassive. He simply unfolded his footwork, allowing his increasingly imposing body to radiate crushing pressure. With the mysteries of spacetime, he pushed his speed to the utmost limit.

He swung his fists again, driving them straight at the two men without hesitation.

It was savagely explosive, almost every punch striking flesh. Each blow left a fist mark that destroyed their vitality, bending their arms and leaving them swaying on the verge of collapse, coughing blood incessantly.

Boom!

Watching the light begin to fade from their eyes, Yun Mo opened his fists into palms. The spiritual energy around him followed the wind of his palms as he raised his hands and struck their heads, sending them back to the Great Thousand World.

These fist intents, layered with Ziwei the Great's emperor's might, could perhaps be called the Ziwei Emperor Fist, Yun Mo mused as he looked at his fists, shrouded in emperor's might.

He could feel how weighty his fist power became with the addition of emperor's might, as though a casual strike could split mountains, uproot peaks, and pierce heaven and earth.

"Emperor's might, the Spacetime Method, and a physical body far beyond his realm. Tell us honestly, when did someone like this appear at the Martial Spirit Academy?" The old man's eyes gleamed as he turned to Elder Wu Ji beside him.

"Ruyong, Zongfang, what do you think of his aptitude?" Wu Ji simply sat beside the tea table and answered with a question.

"Among the Martial Spirit Academy's Heaven Transformation Realm students, his strength could be called the greatest, even though his cultivation hasn't reached the peak of Heaven Transformation," the elder named Zongfang said with certainty.

"I asked about his aptitude," Wu Ji reminded him.

Zongfang lowered his head. Even with his many years of experience teaching students, he did not know how to judge it. Never before had a student touched upon those two powers so full of mystery: time and space.

Spacetime was far too vast. Even at their realm, they had no way whatsoever to fathom it.

"I wouldn't dare make a definitive judgment, but he absolutely ranks among the very best of all the Martial Spirit Academy's students," Elder Ruyong said, shaking his head as he watched Yun Mo continue onward.

"First, tell us his name. To think a youth like this has appeared at our Martial Spirit Academy. If we devote ourselves to nurturing him, I feel certain his future will shine brilliantly in the Great Thousand World."

"He passed the Five Great Academies' selection earlier and came out of the Spirit Road. His name is Yun Mo."

"The Spirit Road? The Spirit Road can nurture someone like this?" Ruyong stared at Wu Ji, disbelief written all over his face.

"Believe it or not, that's up to you. But I called you here to discuss the path ahead of him. How do you think the Spirit Academy should teach him?"

"Leave him alone!" Zongfang declared.

"True geniuses will forge their own paths. If we interfere, we'll only become obstacles and affect his future. Leave him alone, provide what he needs, and offer a few pointers only at crucial moments. That is the best way to teach him," Ruyong agreed.

"What he needs now should be insight into the Spacetime Method. I'll go to the Library Pavilion right away and find the Spirit Arts related to it. While I'm at it, I'll ask the other elders whether there are any records of our predecessors' experiences cultivating spacetime, and prepare as much as possible for him."