Each with an Agenda

"Once upon a time, in the Magnetic Field World, there was a powerful being named the Hope Martial God. Just like his name, he once brought hope to the Daichi, and his signature move, the Sky Explosive Fist, resounded Daichi and the moon along with his name."

In that era, the magnetic field environment only allowed powerful cultivators to reach the level of Electric Current Push, and the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist had long been lost.

Bai Wunan's voice appeared in the space of the powerful, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of nostalgia for the past.

When Bai Mo was taught the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist by Bai Wunan, he immediately understood the martial art, but at the same time, he also felt that something was amiss.

"The Sea Tiger Exploding Fist is incredibly powerful, but it also consumes a lot of energy. Moreover, with my current Electric Current Push level, its destructive power might be significantly reduced. Hmm, from a cost-effectiveness perspective, it's not suitable."

As Bai Mo pondered the matter, he thought of the Sky Explosive Fist of the Hope Martial God.

The Sky Explosive Fist is a special move created under the Electric Current Push current, which may be more suitable for me now.

However, he had never seen any hope, and he had only seen the Sky Explosive Fist in comics. How could Bai Mo learn this ultimate move that was suitable for him now? He broke down the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist like a mathematical formula, and each step appeared clearly in his mind.

That day, Hope Martial God could combine the fragments of the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist to understand its underlying principles and ultimately create the Sky Explosive Fist. Since I know the effects of the Sky Explosive Fist and also possess the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist, I should be able to figure it out.

If others knew Bai Mo's thoughts, they would only think that this kid was arrogant and ignorant, Hope Martial God had studied for so many years. Moreover, the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist he initially referenced was incomplete, and the Sky Explosive Fist was a completely different fist technique from it.

"Continuous explosions combined with high speed... that should be it."

But Bai Mo actually deduced it. The Final Realm represents the peak of human understanding of Magnetic Field Power. In Bai Mo's eyes, martial arts at this point are no longer so complicated, but as clear and straightforward as mathematical formulas.

Having already grasped the principles and effects of the fist technique, Bai Mo, like a mathematician, easily solved the unknowns. Before long, he deduced several fist techniques that could achieve the effect of the Sky Explosive Fist, and then put them into practice one by one.

This martial art, which doesn't belong to this era, has appeared right here!

"Extremely fast, and while the explosive effect isn't very lethal, it can control the enemy, and then the speed makes up for the lack of lethality. Heh, this kid has given me an unexpected surprise."

It's a bit nostalgic, really; I do remember the Hope Martial God...

Bai Wunan looked as if he were reminiscing about the past, like an old man writing a memoir. Inside the Martial God Space, there were quite a few people who had learned the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist, and they were all watching Bai Mo swing the Sky Explosive Fist with great interest.

Several others were watching Bai Wunan, observing his melancholic expression as he reminisced about his glorious past.

Great Saber: "Gay."

Giant Shark: "Damn gay."

With a thousand punches per second, the Sky Explosive Fist easily shattered the Supreme Heavenly King's Ultimate Infinity. Although it was not as fast as Ultimate Infinity, its explosive internal force directly interrupted the continuity of Ultimate Infinity. As a result, Bai Mo paid the price of being hit by several punches, firmly grasping the upper hand.

"Wow, what happened? It looks like our Heavenly King is getting beaten up!"

The onlookers couldn't keep up with the speed of the Sky Explosive Fist at all. All they could hear were sonic booms and the sound of flesh being smashed and broken. All they could see was the air exploding continuously, accompanied by the Supreme Heavenly King's wail!

"Damn it, get out of my way! Cellular Regeneration!"

The Magnetic Field Power of 450,000 horsepower fell on the Supreme Heavenly King like a grafted tree, instantly healing his injured body only to have it pulverized again in the same instant. Bai Mo gave him no chance whatsoever, and soon the arena was splattered with blood.

With the Complete Realm, coupled with the incomprehensible fist techniques, the Supreme Heavenly King could only passively take the beating.

"No way! This guy can't be that strong. Isn't it only Electric Current Push? Why hasn't the flow rate reached its limit yet? And... how come my strength is decreasing so quickly? It can't be!"

Not only him, but all the other powerful figures noticed something was wrong. The Supreme Heavenly King had already reconstructed his body dozens of times, and during this time, Bai Mo's Sky Explosive Fist had never stopped. Given his level of power Electric Current Push, he should have stopped long ago to catch his breath.

In a vast grassland, a powerful figure put down a teacup no bigger than his thumb and pondered, "There's a problem. It's not just Bai Mo's power; that thing's power is declining too quickly. Even if it's only at 80% of the Complete Realm, it shouldn't have decreased so much after just a few Cellular Regeneration, especially since it cultivates the Heavenly Martial Killing Way."

"So, this situation is caused by the cultivation technique that kid created at his Final Realm."

He poured more tea into his cup, took a small sip, and said, "Not bad, the younger generation is truly formidable."

Not only him, but many powerful figures also noticed something was wrong. Their gazes all converged on the Ryougi Cyclone in Bai Mo's lower abdomen. At this moment, the Ryougi Cyclone was spinning rapidly, like a vortex that continuously devoured all the power around it.

The system emitted a current, reminding the Supreme Heavenly King: "Stop using your Imperial Extremity Undying Body. Focus all your energy on protecting your brain and heart, strengthening them until they are indestructible. Don't worry about Cellular Regeneration either, otherwise, once your power drops below 400,000, you will have no chance of winning!"

The pace of world-changing has now been thwarted, so the only option left is to deal with Bai Mo. Even though the Supreme Heavenly King has become estranged from it, it has no choice but to reluctantly cooperate with him.

Supreme Heavenly King? His eyes darted around, seemingly struggling with a decision: should he accept this scheming system, or try to think of another way?

"Hey, stop fighting. I don't want to help this thing create some kind of Magnetic Field World. How about we talk? I'll give you Asia, Europe, and Africa. We don't need to fight to the death."

Think it over carefully. In the end, we'll be one emperor and one tyrant. You don't have any ambition to conquer the world, so why not just enjoy the thrill of power?

Bai Mo did not answer, or rather, his fist was his answer at that moment.

"Are you stupid?! His Primordial Spirit is incomplete; he only has less than three months to live. What do you think he's standing here for? Quickly do as I say, or everything will be over!"

The system cried out in frustration, finding it increasingly difficult to tolerate the Supreme Heavenly King's decision to negotiate with Bai Mo, who had beaten him, rather than listen to him.

The Supreme Heavenly King was no fool. Knowing Bai Mo's memories, he knew very well what kind of person Bai Mo was. Such a person was obviously more trustworthy than this scheming system. Moreover, Bai Mo only had three months to live. As long as he nodded, then at least the current crisis would be temporarily over.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand Bai Mo's reason for standing there. Rather, he was still puzzled: why risk his remaining years to fight a blood feud over someone who had been taken from him? What good would victory do? Wouldn't it still mean death?

The taste of power is certainly wonderful, but it can also rob one of empathy. Like those incompetent emperors in history, who relentlessly exploited the people, they remained oblivious even when rebel armies were at their gates, only saying:

"This law was the same before, and you were able to survive, weren't you? Why are you rebelling now?"