Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 67: Separating the Clear from the Turbid

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Separating the Clear from the Turbid

Hah!

He Runlin let out a sharp, low cry. Zhou Yuanjue saw his opponent’s rhythmically swaying body suddenly go taut, shuddering as he violently released his power.

His skin and muscles, like strips of soft cloth, were abruptly pulled taut, creating a violent tremor.

BOOM!

A powerful force vibrated the air around him, creating a deafening explosion of sound.

The air, blasted outward by the violent release of power from every part of his body, formed a faintly visible layer about an inch from his skin, repelling everything around him.p>Even Zhou Yuanjue’s powerful attack was deflected by that shudder. The chaotic air currents stirred up by Hundred Falcons’ Cry collided with the layer of air from He Runlin’s shuddering body, producing a sharp crackle like a string of firecrackers exploding.

At first glance, it looked as if He Runlin were enveloped in an air shield, not unlike the Protective Gang Qi from Daoist legends.

His body control was meticulous. Every muscle and scrap of skin could contract and expand at will. With a single shudder and a release of power, he could send a person flying several yards.

Eighteen Falls of Clothing.

This was the legendary "Martial Force"!

Seizing the opening created when Zhou Yuanjue’s attack was deflected, He Runlin struck.

CRACK!

Power flowed through his joints as he thrust a palm straight at Zhou Yuanjue’s chest. The air cracked, and a faintly visible ring of vapor formed around his hand.

Zhou Yuanjue had seen He Runlin’s match against Wu Tianhe, so he had a rough idea of his opponent’s Fist Technique. He was already on guard when he attacked. The instant his strike was deflected by the "Martial Force," he immediately began to pull back and block.

BANG!

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, meeting He Runlin’s palm strike head-on.

The Attack Power was merely above average. However, the Power that could crackle the air and form a Protective Gang Qi wasn’t nearly as simple as he’d imagined.

Even with Zhou Yuanjue’s powerful physique and tough skin, the palm strike felt like a thousand needles piercing him. His taut muscles and skin went momentarily slack.

’A pliant body, but a power release like a needle, destroying the enemy’s defenses from within!’

’Every inch of muscle in his palm can release power independently, with microscopic precision. That’s what creates such a terrifying effect!’

’This isn’t a Martial Palm; it’s a Cotton Palm. The Power is concealed, hidden deep within!’

’What terrifying body control.’

However, what surprised Zhou Yuanjue even more was yet to come.

Before one wave had settled, another rose!

Just when he thought he had successfully blocked He Runlin’s palm, the muscles and skin on He Runlin’s arm—which had almost achieved Primordial Unity—surged like the ocean tide. Wave after wave of power was transmitted to the tip of his palm.

A double power release! Capable of shattering stone from inches away!

CRACK!!

Zhou Yuanjue was sent flying. He stumbled back several steps, the spot on his arm where He Runlin had struck swelling instantly. His blood flow was obstructed, and a stabbing, needle-like pain pulsed from the injury.

At that moment, he finally understood why the physically powerful Wu Tianhe had been incapacitated by one of He Runlin’s seemingly simple palm strikes.

This seemingly ordinary palm strike concealed a profound secret.

’If that palm had struck a vital point, even I would have likely been temporarily incapacitated.’

Defense and offense, yin and yang. A perfect blend of attack and defense, as limitless as the primordial chaos.

His swollen arm suddenly contracted like a deflating balloon, returning to its original size. At the point of impact, a large amount of blood had pooled from He Runlin’s Palm Force, swelling up high.

BOOM!!

Then, his entire body abruptly swelled, and he entered the state of Dragon Hiding in the Abyss, of Free Will.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The dull, powerful beating of a heart echoed through the arena. Veins and blood vessels bulged all over Zhou Yuanjue’s body like writhing earthworms. One could practically see the blood surging through them like a mighty river.

He was using a part of the Profound Heart Fist’s Heart Power Emission Technique to forcibly accelerate the flow of his qi and blood.

Under the powerful rush of qi and blood, the blockage and swelling in his arm were forcefully flushed away, and it quickly returned to normal.

Seeing the bizarre transformation of Zhou Yuanjue’s body, He Runlin knew his opponent was stimulating his qi and blood flow to counter the terrifying, needle-like Power within his Palm Force—a Power that numbed the body and obstructed blood vessels.

"One round of probing should be enough. Let’s begin for real now. But if your attacks are the same as before, I’m going to be very disappointed."

He Runlin said with a smile.

As he spoke, his own body began to change.

The muscles and skin all over his body began to ripple gently, like waves or flowing water.

This was the unique state of Free Will from the Hun yuan Sect. They trained their muscles and skin to act as a single, unified entity, pursuing total coordination and control over their power.

"They won’t be."

Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes were calm as he shifted his fighting stance.

He raised his hands slightly and sank into a low crouch, resembling a great bird spreading its wings.

At that moment, his will and Spirit soared ever higher.

Like a Divine Bird soaring through the heavens, constantly challenging new heights.

Meanwhile, not to be outdone, He Runlin’s Spiritual Will also began to climb, spurred on by Zhou Yuanjue’s.

His will was a white dragon diving into the deep sea. He was like an overlord of the ocean; as he swam, his skin trembled faintly, and the surrounding seawater parted automatically. Not a single drop could touch the white dragon’s body.

The state of White Dragon Divides Water.

This was the secret Heart Technique of the Primordial Water Avoidance Palm, a First Grade Fist Technique. It greatly enhanced one’s fine control over the body, unifying muscles and skin, making Force Discharge and power transformation as natural as instinct.

However, his will did not stop there. The white dragon dove deeper and deeper, seeming to pass beyond the boundaries of the ocean and into another dimension.

Hazy and indistinct, a trance-like state where clear and turbid were indistinguishable, where good and evil were undivided.

This was chaos.

The white dragon charged into this chaos. It shook its body, using its "water-parting" ability to churn the chaotic expanse.

This time, it parted more than just water. It parted the clear from the turbid, good from evil, light from dark. It parted chaos itself—parted this muddled mortal world where black is white and truth is indistinguishable from lies.

To find truth amidst the primordial chaos.

Clearly, He Runlin had also received some form of legacy.

SCREEE!!

ROAR!!

In the consciousness of the Seven Spirits Sect’s senior disciple, who was watching from the closest vantage point, it was as if he saw a colossal bird that transcended the heavens and a great white dragon that roamed through chaos, parting the turbid from the clear, roaring as they clashed.

The expansion of their Spirit grew increasingly intense.

BOOM!

Their figures shattered the air as they collided violently.

SCREE! SCREE! SCREE! SCREE!

Countless blurs of fists intertwined, weaving a great net interspersed with sharp Cloud Blade Hand strikes, as if trying to capture He Runlin, the white dragon.

Dragon Chasing Hand!

Meanwhile, He Runlin’s arms were a blur. He violently released power from all over his body, neutralizing every one of Zhou Yuanjue’s incredibly fast and powerful attacks. He was as slippery as an eel, impossible to pin down.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

On the contrary, He Runlin launched a barrage of Palm Techniques. Even while dodging and blocking Zhou Yuanjue’s attacks, any part of his body could release a needle-like Power to strike at Zhou Yuanjue’s body.

He was like a porcupine covered in spines, making any attack against him a costly endeavor.

White Dragon Scale!

However, Zhou Yuanjue was completely unafraid of the pain. He furiously surged his qi and blood, forcibly purging the lingering effects of his opponent’s Palm Force.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

Their fierce exchange of blows shook the arena. Every step they took seemed to carry immense weight, and the ground they passed over was torn up as if by a plow.

The terrifying destructive power of their exchange made the audience gasp in shock.