Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 177: The Unending God Palm

Amidst the currents of air, the two quickly steadied their stances, their fighting spirit surging skyward.

Boom!

Just as Men Qing’an landed, he stomped fiercely, his figure instantly disappearing. With continuous booming, the fierce wind howled, True Qi rampaged, and with a Divine Fist, he struck toward Zhong Lin’s face.

Zhong Lin was not one to back down, he also launched a punch.

Bang!

Amidst a low, thunderous sound, the two fists collided with a mighty crash.

Waves rippled out from the sides of the two, raising monstrous waves as rolling air scattered, blowing Lu Ming and the others hundreds of feet away, their clothes fluttering wildly.

As for those Sword Cauldron Sect disciples who happened to be in the way, they were blown aside like scarecrows by the sudden gust.

One by one, they let out terrified screams. Fortunately, they only caught the aftershock; otherwise, they would have been smashed into pulp.

A sparkle flashed in Lu Ming’s eyes as he exclaimed, "What profound skill! I never thought Zhong Lin, so young, could wield power not at all inferior to Elder Men. Surely, he has had some remarkable encounters."

To become a First Grade Martial Artist, talent, fortune, and opportunity are indispensable; each has their own fate, not to mention Zhong Lin is still so young.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of moves, the air swirling tumultuously with continual explosions. Centered on their battle, the earth cracked in all directions, trees snapped, artificial hills flew, ponds evaporated.

In just a few moments, the entire mountaintop was destroyed by their fight, terrifying beyond compare.

The sect disciples who had come to watch the commotion, upon witnessing such power, lost interest in spectating, each scrambling to avoid the scene, their hearts filled with unimaginable horror.

Amidst the scattering dust, Zhong Lin and Men Qing’an flew out like cannonballs.

Zhong Lin heavily crashed into the rock behind him, accompanied by cracking sounds as the rock shattered.

Men Qing’an, meanwhile, created a massive crater in the ground, dust rising, and dirt flying.

"Well, well, I truly misjudged you. Again!"

Men Qing’an roared in anger and once again blasted toward Zhong Lin.

"You think I’m afraid of you?"

Zhong Lin snorted coldly, launching almost simultaneously, both moving like projectiles.

The speed of a First Grade Martial Artist is incredibly fast, spanning hundreds of feet almost instantly.

"Buzhou Divine Palm."

As Men Qing’an shouted, his splayed fingers suddenly closed, forming a massive palm imprint, slamming fiercely toward Zhong Lin.

As the palm pressed down, the True Qi within his body rapidly circulated, causing a swift vibration of his major acupoints, making the air around him boil and distort.

Rumble!

A tremendous force erupted, the air within several feet suddenly exploded, booming like thunder, bursting even the air itself with the palm.

Bang

Like a Divine Mountain collapsing or the earth turning over, the palm forcefully struck toward Zhong Lin’s chest.

"Ground Seal."

Facing this terrifying palm, Zhong Lin’s expression remained unchanged. His hands sealed in front of his chest, and the next moment, the ground beneath him rose, earth energy flowed through the Yongquan Point at his soles merging with True Qi, emanating from his palms, transforming into a massive earth-yellow hand several feet wide, flying through the sky.

Boom!

With surging might, Men Qing’an’s Buzhou Divine Palm was directly broken, while the earth-yellow hand seemingly unchanged, continued to blast toward Men Qing’an.

"Hmm?"

From a distance, Sect Master Yu Jinglei’s expression changed the moment Zhong Lin launched the palm, as if sensing something incredible.

Under the giant palm, Men Qing’an’s eyes bulged. He had always relied on strength to overpower others, but now he was countered?

Elder Men Qing’an’s Qi Cultivation Method was the "Treasure Image Divine Skill," with True Qi of earthy properties, dense, concealed, powerful...

The Buzhou Divine Palm was like Buzhou Mountain breaking, the sky collapsing, and earth sinking, meant to overpower with strength.

But at this moment, feeling Zhong Lin’s unknown hand skill, he finally understood the meaning of true power.

In an incredible burst of speed, it exploded with an overwhelmingly frightening force, as if Zhong Lin’s palm descended with the weight of a colossal mountain.

More so than his Buzhou Divine Palm, it resembled a segment of Buzhou Mountain breaking.

Bam!

Time seemed to stop for a moment, as Men Qing’an’s figure flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily amidst a symphony of splintering bones.

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The force surged with Men Qing’an’s landing at its center, causing the earth within dozens of feet to churn and roll, large swathes of dirt and stones shooting outwards as if bombed indiscriminately, causing the surrounding trees to topple.

"Puh!"

The earth quaked and the mountains swayed, and amidst the rolling dust, Men Qing’an spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his whole body erupting with countless wounds, blood gushing out, soaking the ground. He struggled momentarily, but couldn’t move.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Yu Jinglei, along with two other Supreme Elders, flew through the air.

"Zhong Lin, this was just a spar, yet you struck so heavily."

Elder Qi Qingfeng’s expression changed drastically upon seeing Elder Men Qing’an’s injuries, angrily shouting at Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin, too, appeared pale. That last palm strike nearly exhausted all his True Qi, and now he felt as if he might collapse at any moment.

Forcing himself to endure the weakness, Zhong Lin glanced at Qi Qingfeng and said, "Don’t worry, just a few broken bones, all superficial injuries, he won’t die."

Elder Lu Ming placed his hand on Men Qing’an’s shoulder, circulating True Qi, then sighed with relief after a moment, "No serious injuries, just two broken ribs, and True Qi exhaustion. It’s nothing major. Zhong Lin retracted his power at the last moment."

After speaking, he got up and bowed to Zhong Lin, "Thank you, Zhong Lin, for restraining yourself. Men Qing’an’s state of mind faltered. I apologize to you on his behalf."

With those words, he deeply bowed to Zhong Lin.

In a few breaths, Zhong Lin’s True Qi had recovered considerably. He looked down at the still prone Men Qing’an and said coldly, "Martial Arts Cultivation is not about strength alone but also the heart. Lacking a state of mind, one is merely a Martial Artist."

A Martial Artist?

This junior called me a Martial Artist?

Puh!

Men Qing’an spat another mouthful of blood, his head tilting as he lost consciousness.

"Elder Men, Elder Men."

Qi Qingfeng called softly a few times, but could only helplessly carry the unconscious Men Qing’an away.

Elder Lu Ming also apologized and got up to leave.

Clap, clap, clap!

"Indeed, heroes emerge among the young. Unexpectedly, Elder Men, who dominated for a lifetime, fell at your hands, Zhong Lin. You are truly a genius; how I wish I had met you earlier."

Yu Jinglei sincerely praised, but there was a look of regret on his face.

"Sect Master, you have already accepted Shi Yunyi as a disciple, don’t push further. Leave some for Master!"

Zhong Lin teased.

"You little rascal... hahaha."

Yu Jinglei was also amused by Zhong Lin’s words, bursting into laughter.