Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 181 - 175: Asking for Pointers

Zhou Yuanjue and Lei Yi disembarked from the plane together. Lei Yi said a brief farewell to Zhou Yuanjue and walked over to the waiting Military Department personnel. After a short conversation, he got into a military sedan and sped away.

He saw the welcoming party from the Secret Inspection Bureau, among whom were quite a few pot-bellied middle-aged men, and frowned slightly.

He didn't like such occasions, as he felt they were a waste of time.

For ordinary people, socializing and networking are essential. But that's because ordinary people need to rely on society and on others. For the powerful and influential, it's a means of exchanging resources and advancing their interests.

Because for these people, their individual strength is feeble. They walk the Dao of uniting the masses. As the saying goes, many hands make light work. Their power and authority all depend on the support of the crowd, so their greatest fear is being deserted by everyone.

But Martial Artists like Zhou Yuanjue were different. With their own will, they achieve miracles from the mundane, transcend the ordinary, and shatter limits. Their immense power belongs to them alone, and they ask for nothing from others. Even if deserted by all, they could still fight their way across the world with just their two fists, cutting down any god or buddha who stood in their way.

Fortunately, these higher-ups from the Secret Inspection Bureau and related departments were not fools. They had done their research on Zhou Yuanjue beforehand and deeply understood the temperaments of such powerful individuals. They made simple introductions, expressed their welcome, and then took their leave.

They came primarily to show their respect. Once that was established, anything else was useless to a powerhouse like him.

In the end, only Ning Muqing remained. She was Zhou Yuanjue's assistant, and from now on, she would be responsible for liaising with him on all matters concerning the Secret Inspection Bureau.

Neither of them spoke, sizing each other up.

In Zhou Yuanjue's eyes, the woman had a perfect figure. She didn't look bulky, more like one of those young women who regularly worked out at the gym to maintain their shape. But within that slender frame hid the terrifying explosive power of a cheetah.

Her center of gravity was constantly pressed onto the balls of her feet, as if she could leap forward at any moment with a light touch of her toes, pouncing to eliminate her opponent with maximum speed.

Her palms were fair, her knuckles long and slender—hands that seemed perfectly suited for playing the piano. But to Zhou Yuanjue, those slender knuckles didn't suggest fragility, but sharpness. They were like spikes, ready to pierce an opponent's weak points and take their life at any moment. This was the mark of someone whose martial arts had been refined into their very marrow. Her bones were as strong as steel; seemingly fragile, but concealing a lethal intent.

The way she sized people up was also unique. She didn't look at their faces; her eyes went straight to their neck, joints, heart, and lower body, as if assessing their threat level and the possibility of taking them down. This was an instinct born from rich combat experience.

Finally, Zhou Yuanjue used his keen Spirit to perceive her blazing Life Magnetic Field, and the image of her entire being grew even more vivid.

A light touch of her toes, a nimble body. Bones hard as steel. When she spread her arms, they were like blades, like spear points, able to pierce, cleave, slash, slice, and cut—just like the sharp beak and wings of a bird.

From the true essence of her Life Magnetic Field, he could faintly tell: she was a white crane.

This person cultivated the Crane Fist and was proficient in a Bone Refining Technique. Her Fist Technique prioritized speed, explosive power, and attacking weak points.

Zhou Yuanjue saw a great deal.

A Saint Awakening's Heart Intent communicates with the divine, allowing them to measure magnetic fields. Unless someone was skilled at concealment, they would be seen through in an instant, with nowhere to hide.

This was the "Celestial Eye."

Ning Muqing instantly had the illusion of being completely exposed, and a sense of terror she couldn't suppress rose in her heart. This was a feeling she had never experienced when facing her peers.

'What terrifying eyes!'

Ning Muqing focused her Spirit, sizing him up as well, but she couldn't see anything at all.

Although his aura was terrifying and his presence incredibly oppressive, it didn't seem to originate from him. He himself seemed to have merged with the surrounding space; what was pressuring her was the Power of Nature around him.

Outwardly, his skin was fair and smooth, and his body seemed unremarkable. Other than his large frame and broad shoulders, there were no visible signs of training.

This was a phenomenon that gradually appeared after Zhou Yuanjue advanced to Saint Awakening, as his body was transformed by the Natural Magnetic Field.

'A Saint Awakening is truly extraordinary.'

"Let's trade pointers."

Ning Muqing's eyes suddenly sharpened. Even though her opponent's strength was immense, she showed no fear. She wanted to test the power of a Saint Awakening.

Those in the martial world are a bold lot. For those who practice martial arts, the best way to communicate is not with words, but with fists.

People say one's handwriting reflects their character, but they don't realize the same is true of one's fist.

A Fist Technique can contain a thousand words and concentrate a lifetime of ambition.

With a tap of her toes, her body became as light as a crane. Her perfect form cut through the air in a graceful arc as she brought her palms together, fingers straight, and thrust out like a spear.

TWANG!!

A flick and a shudder, like drawing a bow and loosing an arrow. Her aura locked on, making it impossible to retreat, a strike capable of piercing a willow leaf from a hundred paces.

This was the secret art Ning Muqing cultivated: the Soul Locking Skill.

It locked onto an opponent, using the "heart" in place of the eyes. The opponent's every weakness was exposed, with no hope of escape. It was an exceedingly vicious technique, a cut above the weak-point attacks of the Red Falcon Fist that Zhou Yuanjue had initially practiced.

This thrust was aimed at Zhou Yuanjue's neck.

But in the next moment, her thrust met only empty air. Zhou Yuanjue had avoided her strike with a simple tilt of his head. She found she couldn't lock onto his aura at all. In her perception, he had no aura to begin with—he was no different from a corpse.

SWISH SWISH SWISH!!

She threw several consecutive punches, but Zhou Yuanjue dodged them all with ease, without even moving his feet. It gave Ning Muqing a helpless feeling, as if her full-power strikes were hitting nothing but air.

HAH!! 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Ning Muqing's eyes narrowed and her body suddenly transformed. The physique beneath her tight-fitting clothes swelled abruptly, changing her from a woman with a perfect figure into a Female Asura.

The cry of a crane rang out as she violently unleashed her Heart Intent. It manifested as a massive white crane, hidden amongst gray clouds, like an immortal in the mist, its true form obscured but concealing a fatal danger.

Cangyun White Crane Fist!

The moment she threw the punch, the clouds and mist that had blinded her enemy's perception suddenly parted, and the white crane's sharp beak stabbed toward its foe.

However, her movement suddenly froze in mid-air.

Because at that very moment, parting the clouds before her was a colossal giant, its head in the heavens and its feet on the ground. It was like the Divine Spirit that created the world. A pair of calm, indifferent eyes emerged from the hazy clouds high above, gazing down at her.

'Insurmountable! Inviolable!'

'A mortal cannot raise a fist to a God!'

The "Star Fire" that Zhou Yuanjue had attained after entering Saint Awakening was drastically affecting Ning Muqing's state of mind, while also tangibly altering her Life Magnetic Field.

With her Life Magnetic Field affected, Ning Muqing's hormone levels plummeted. Her violently pounding heart quickly calmed, and her formidable aura rapidly subsided.

Her punch froze in mid-air. Her arm trembled as if she was fighting against something, but she couldn't bring her fist down no matter how she tried.

Her mind was seized, her body restrained—she was utterly subdued in both body and spirit.

'No!!'

A sudden rage surged within Ning Muqing's heart. 'How can I not even have the courage to throw a punch?!'

She used all her strength, pushing her Spirit to its absolute limit.

CRACK!

It felt as if she had shattered something.

She regained control of her body. The fist that had been frozen in the air shot forward, striking toward the colossal figure before her.

Her will spread out, the illusion vanished, and only then did she realize there was no one in front of her.

"Impressive will."

A soft voice drifted into her ears. She snapped back to her senses and saw that Zhou Yuanjue, at some unknown point, had already walked more than ten meters away with his hands behind his back.

'So he had already stopped his attack a while ago, but it took me this long just to break free from the lingering pressure he left behind in that instant.'

Staring at the figure gradually receding into the distance, Ning Muqing stood there in a daze before quickly hurrying after him.