Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 64: Water Avoidance

The iron gates at both ends of the arena slowly rose, and two figures emerged from the shadows of the entrance.

On the left was Wu Tianhe, stocky and dressed in an old-fashioned Martial Arts Uniform. A conspicuous red dot marked the center of his brow—an unhealed injury from his morning bout with Zhou Yuanjue.

On the other side was He Runlin, clad in a sea-blue Martial Arts Uniform. His physique was somewhat unusual compared to other Martial Artists.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall. At first glance, his frame appeared robust and large, yet on closer inspection, his body lacked any defined muscle lines, nor did it carry a single trace of excess fat.

He didn’t give off a bloated impression; instead, he seemed perfectly harmonious, as if all his muscles, sinews, skin, and other tissues were fused into a single, unified whole.

’Primordial Unity?’

Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes narrowed slightly, a strange feeling washing over him.

Just then, in the control room of arena number four, two tall men in suits stood with their arms crossed. They watched the match through the large glass window, from the closest possible vantage point.

"Divine Form Unity, returning to Primordial Unity. From a distance, his build and figure resemble an infant’s. It seems he’s grasped the true essence of ’White Dragon Divides Water.’ To become number one in a prefecture, and a ’seed’ at that, he must have also reached the state of Holy and Bright. I just wonder how far he’s progressed in his Guardian Dao. His opponent today seems tough, too. Maybe he can force out some of his real strength?"

One of the men, who had a short buzz cut, said while looking at the two in the arena.

"We have some data on Wu Tianhe, but not much. His master is named Ding Jiutong. According to our sect’s records, he belongs to a branch of the Lu Bei Spirit Communication Fist. His strength shouldn’t be weak; he’s at least at the level of Mastery of Fist Techniques. As for how proficient he is with his Secret Skill, that’s not very clear."

The other man, who had his hair slicked back neatly, replied nonchalantly.

"Spirit Communication Fist? Is that the school from Lubei that inherited the Divine Strike Secret Skill? The one that uses a Summoning Skill? This should be interesting. I didn’t expect so many experts to show up in the first few matches."

The man with the buzz cut said, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"How many masters do you think there are in the entire Southern Martial Arts Realm? This is just the beginning. I heard the first match in arena number three featured a master who came out of nowhere, took first place in Tianlu with just a Second-class Fist Technique. Too bad his opponent was a total pushover, a real weirdo. Didn’t even last a single move. We couldn’t get a read on the guy’s true strength."

The slicked-back-haired man said with a sigh.

"Alright, quiet down. The match is about to start."

Seeing the two fighters in the arena assume their stances, the two men immediately fell silent.

In the arena, He Runlin and Wu Tianhe stood facing each other. A faint smile hung on He Runlin’s infant-like face, and his already small eyes narrowed into slits. He held his hands up in the air as if embracing a circle.

Wu Tianhe, in contrast, wore a grave expression. As a cultivator of the Divine Strike Secret Skill, his Spirit was strong, allowing him to clearly sense his opponent’s extraordinary nature face-to-face. However, his most powerful Summoning Skill had been broken that very morning by Zhou Yuanjue’s Heart’s Desire Bursting Out, damaging his Spirit. He likely wouldn’t be able to use it again so soon.

Still, even knowing he would likely lose this match, he wanted to test his opponent’s mettle.

HAAH!!

He let out a low roar as his muscles suddenly swelled, increasing his size by more than a full circle. His skin turned a dark purplish-black, and his clenched fists looked just like a pair of giant warhammers.

Free Will, all-out power, no holding back.

Witnessing the terrifying transformation of Wu Tianhe’s body and sensing the immense power contained within his Evil Ghost-like form, the crowd couldn’t help but erupt in an uproar. They hadn’t expected this seemingly ordinary-looking man to possess such formidable strength.

Even He Runlin, standing opposite him, let his smile fade slightly.

BOOM!!

Wu Tianhe’s body violently shattered the air. Just like in his duel with Zhou Yuanjue, he used no discernible footwork. His style was direct, straightforward, wide open, and unrestrained.

The peerless tyrant he summoned was a master who subjugated others with pure power. In the era he dominated, he was the embodiment of "one force overcomes all techniques," a foe who could hardly be matched for a single exchange in the entire world!

The heavy hammer of his fist fell, the depression it created in the air clearly visible under the lights.

His entire body vibrated intensely, pushing his "Tremor" force to its absolute limit.

However, to his surprise, He Runlin merely raised a single hand to block his heavy-hammer fist.

BANG!!

CRACK!

The scalp-numbing sound of fist meeting flesh rang out, accompanied by the cracking of the arena floor beneath He Runlin’s feet.

Under the force of Wu Tianhe’s heavy hammer, the immense shockwave was too much for even the reinforced ground beneath He Runlin’s feet to withstand. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

And yet, He Runlin, with his single arm raised, had a slight smile on his lips. His face showed no trace of pain or strain.

With just one arm, he had firmly caught Wu Tianhe’s heavy blow without even shifting his stance.

Seeing this, Wu Tianhe’s pupils shrank. He twisted at the waist, spun his body, and brought down another heavy hammer fist.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Five consecutive heavy hammer blows, each one stronger than the last, powered by the rotation of his waist.

Under the tremendous force of the vibrations, a pit more than ten centimeters deep was blasted into the ground at He Runlin’s feet. The area within a two-meter radius around him looked as if it had been plowed by an ox.

But even such a ferocious assault failed to inflict any substantial damage on He Runlin.

Using only one hand, he had caught every single one of Wu Tianhe’s attacks.

’This guy...’

Lu Ming’s jaw dropped. He knew all too well how fierce Wu Tianhe’s attacks were. A Zhi, an Advanced Decisive Fist Master, couldn’t even take a single blow. Even his own training ring had been completely dismantled by those terrifying hammer fists. But this person named He Runlin had caught them all with one hand?!

"Haven’t you realized it yet? Attacks of this level are useless against me."

He Runlin’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips.

SWOOSH!

As he blocked Wu Tianhe’s final heavy hammer fist, He Runlin took advantage of the opening in his defense and suddenly shot out a palm strike without any warning.

The air seemed to ripple!

THUD!

The palm landed squarely on Wu Tianhe’s abdomen.

SPURT!!

Wu Tianhe, whose body had extremely high defensive capabilities, actually coughed up a mouthful of blood from that single palm strike and was sent flying backward through the air.

The spray of blood shot toward He Runlin’s face. He abruptly swung the hand he had just used to block, and the air crackled. The powerful current of air dispersed the incoming blood mist, but some of it still splattered onto his fair, smooth palm.

Then, Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes narrowed slightly. He had just seen something interesting.

DRIP! DROP!

It was as if He Runlin’s hand was coated in a waterproof layer; the blood that had stuck to it simply slid off on its own, dripping onto the floor.

And his palm remained as fair as before, utterly stainless.