Chapter 309 - 180: Thousand-Fold Fist Intent, Overwhelming the Divine Martial

Chapter 309: Chapter 180: Thousand-Fold Fist Intent, Overwhelming the Divine Martial

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Wan Ze’s punch looked unremarkable, even clumsy. It lacked any flashy theatrics; it was utterly direct.

But the instant he threw it, the air around him violently erupted!

"BOOM!"

A gale surged from his fist, whipping Zhou Hai’s clothes into a violent frenzy. They snapped and billowed like a flag in a storm, leaving no doubt as to the ferocity of Wan Ze’s punch.

It was so fierce... that Zhou Hai even felt a burning sting across his cheeks.

"This is... Skyrocketing Cannon!"

"Such overwhelming Power!!!"

Zhou Hai recognized the move instantly, his heart pounding in shock.

Skyrocketing Cannon was a classic technique in Xingyi Fist, built on the principle of ’exploding forward from a standstill, with unstoppable momentum.’

But in the Divine Martial Society, he had only ever seen members of his master’s generation capable of throwing that punch with such an explosive, thunderous effect.

’I can’t possibly beat him!’

The thought flashed through Zhou Hai’s mind in an instant, and he activated his Secret Martial Arts without hesitation.

Secret Martial Arts were a type of Secret Technique, not easily passed on in the Martial Dao. Through a special Breathing Technique and muscle control, a user could unleash a burst of power far beyond their normal limits for a short time.

Zhou Hai’s Secret Martial Arts was a type of Horizontal Training, similar to Iron Cloth Shirt.

Almost instantly, the clothes on Zhou Hai’s body bulged and were torn in several places by his suddenly expanding muscles, revealing the iron-hard, corded sinews beneath.

He ignored Wan Ze’s Skyrocketing Cannon, shifting from a claw-hand to a palm strike aimed straight for Wan Ze’s vital points.

It was a life-for-a-life gamble; he was betting that Wan Ze wouldn’t dare to trade blows.

But...

It was all for nothing!

Wan Ze’s fist was impossibly fast. Before Zhou Hai’s palm could even graze his collar, the punch had already landed squarely.

"THUD!"

A muffled sound echoed, like a sledgehammer striking a leather drum.

Zhou Hai felt a terrifyingly immense force slam into his chest.

The Power was unstoppable, instantly shattering the muscular defense he was so proud of.

He could almost hear the distinct sound of his own chest bones shattering—several of them breaking at once.

All his internal Power vanished in a torrent. Like air from a punctured balloon, all the Power he had gathered dissipated in an instant.

His body was sent flying over five meters away. He slammed into the courtyard wall with a THUD, then slid to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood in his wake.

The members of the Divine Martial Society were stunned.

One punch!

Wan Ze had only used one punch!

Zhou Hai’s Secret Martial Arts defense wasn’t the strongest in the Divine Martial Society, but it was by no means weak.

And yet, Wan Ze’s punch had smashed right through it!

The entire hall fell silent. The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.

"Is this all a Divine Martial disciple has to offer?" Wan Ze taunted, looking up without having moved a single step.

From start to finish, he had thrown only a single punch, yet he had completely dominated an Official Disciple of the Divine Martial Society.

This wasn’t just a difference in strength; it was an absolute thrashing.

"You’re courting death!"

Su Heng and Liu Chongyue roared in unison and charged forward together.

Su Heng’s ponytail swung out in an arc behind him.

His Body Technique was incredibly fast, allowing him to move with silent swiftness.

His hands were open, fingers spread and knuckles slightly bent—the opening stance of the Grapple Hand.

Liu Chongyue, meanwhile, charged head-on. Each of his steps sent a muffled tremor through the ground.

The two attacked simultaneously, the force of their blows tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

Tie Qingyang’s expression suddenly turned grave.

At first, he had assumed all the men Tian Guipu brought were like Xiao Yunkai, with their Cultivation only at the Blood Tempering Realm.

But now, seeing the sheer Momentum of Su Heng and Liu Chongyue’s attack, he had a sudden, shocking realization—

’These two were both Refining Viscera Realm Martial Artists!’

’Refining Viscera... That was a realm he himself had once set foot in.’

And so, he understood better than anyone that the chasm between the Blood Tempering Realm and the Refining Viscera Realm was as vast as the one between a creek and a mighty river.

The Blood Tempering Realm trained the skin, flesh, sinews, and bones, whereas the Refining Viscera Realm trained the Five Viscera and Six Bowels.

With strengthened internal organs, one’s qi and blood would become inexhaustible. Both explosive power and Endurance would take a quantum leap.

"You from Divine Martial are truly despicable!"

Watching from the side, Tie Feiyang was so furious his eyes felt like they would split. "You said this was just for ’pointers,’ but now two of you are ganging up on him! Fight him one-on-one if you have any guts!"

But no one paid his furious accusation any mind.

Tian Guipu didn’t care.

His gaze remained locked on Wan Ze, as if searching for a fatal flaw in his prey.

Both Ma Chongshan and Zhou Hai had been defeated in an instant. It had happened so suddenly that even he hadn’t been able to spot an opening in Wan Ze’s technique in that split second.

’This put him on high alert.’

’This man is a formidable opponent, indeed.’

Faced with a pincer attack from two Martial Artists at the Initial Refining Viscera Realm, Wan Ze showed no signs of retreat.

He took a big step forward.

As he stepped forward, his aura surged dramatically.

His Essence, Qi, and Spirit surged and rose, like a long-dormant volcano finally erupting.

The Twelve Forms True Intent, which he had been refining for days, seemed to achieve a Divinity Transformation in that instant. Various images flashed across his form, one after another, before finally merging into one.

He exuded a perfectly natural and complete aura, as if he weren’t a man fighting, but a ferocious beast stepping out of ancient history.

At the peak of his power, a sound like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon erupted from him! He unleashed a ferocious Divine Fist!

Wan Ze threw a punch, his aura as magnificent as a rainbow, meeting the combined attack of Liu Chongyue and Su Heng head-on.

But just as his fist was about to meet their palms, Wan Ze suddenly felt a sharp, needle-like prick.

It was a Martial Artist’s instinct, a sense of crisis honed through countless life-and-death struggles.

An unprecedented chill shot up his spine, coming from his side. It was as if an invisible blade had been silently pressed against his neck.