Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 69: A Master from the East
Zhou Yuanjue’s figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the arena’s exit. On the other side, He Runlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clutched his chest, and turned with a calm expression to walk toward another exit.
After both their figures had completely vanished from the arena exits, the venue remained deathly silent. Everyone was still immersed in the battle they had just witnessed.
For those in the Martial Arts Realm, the fierce clashes, the reckless determination, the incredible power and unimaginable techniques, the life-or-death struggle, and the will and passion to break through one’s limits in the heat of battle—all of it left them deeply intoxicated.
And for the Decisive Fist enthusiasts, this match was also unprecedented.
Protective Gang Qi, Flowing Cloud Qi Blades... these unbelievably magical moves made them feel as if they had been transported to a Fantasy World.
They never knew that human power could actually reach such a level, almost surpassing their understanding of the human body.
Beyond the shock, all that remained was a profound sense of yearning.
In that moment, the charm of the Martial Dao captivated every single person in the audience.
"What worthy opponents. I truly look forward to the day they challenge me..."
The eldest brother of the Seven Spirits Sect, who was in the control room, revealed a faint smile. The battle he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind, causing his emotions to surge, his Heart Intent restless.
’It’s precisely because people like them exist that this world isn’t so boring.’
Immersed in the spirit of their confrontation, his heart began to beat faster unconsciously, his qi and blood surged, and his will rapidly expanded.
"Eldest Brother?"
The two men in the control room sensed something was wrong at almost the same time.
Their skin tightened and goosebumps broke out. Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. They could clearly feel the air around them growing thick and heavy, and a powerful sense of suffocation flooded their minds.
They turned their heads and saw the figure of the Seven Spirits Sect’s eldest brother seemingly growing taller and taller before their eyes.
Around his body, terrifying layers of shadows seemed to be spreading madly, sealing off the entire room.
The tendrils of shadow wrapped around their bodies, tightening constantly and crushing their very spirits.
Terrifying, sublime, powerful, invincible.
BANG!!
The sound of the door closing echoed. The moment the Seven Spirits Sect’s eldest brother left, all the shadows in the room vanished instantly.
HUFF! HUFF!
The two men immediately collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Unbeknownst to them, their clothes were already soaked through with cold sweat.
"Wh-what was that?!"
The man with the buzz cut and the one with the slicked-back hair exchanged a look, seeing the same horror in each other’s eyes. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
’We knew the Eldest Brother was strong, but we never imagined he’d be *this* strong.’
’Could a mere unintentional release of his Heart Intent be so powerful?’
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...
Back in the lounge, Zhou Yuanjue found that Li Qingxuan and Lu Ming had already arrived ahead of him.
"How are you?"
Seeing Zhou Yuanjue’s left arm hanging limply at his side, the two asked with concern.
"This injury might be a bit tricky. The bone’s probably shattered. I’ll need to get it treated in a bit."
Zhou Yuanjue assessed the damage to the bones in his shoulder and frowned slightly.
He Runlin’s control over his body was meticulous. He could make any part of his body tremble, releasing power like needles. One palm strike was like ten thousand needles firing at once. Furthermore, He Runlin had delivered that desperate, life-or-death blow with the will to die, so its power was immense.
He could feel that the bones in his shoulder had been shattered into many pieces by that palm strike. If it had been an ordinary person, their mobility would have been severely affected even if the bones could be set and healed.
Even with his extraordinary Recovery Power, which would prevent any long-term effects, it would probably still take ten days to half a month to fully heal.
There’s a saying: "A hundred days to mend a broken bone."
’But the injury was well worth it.’
In this battle, his spirit had once again achieved a breakthrough, entering a new realm.
Moreover, the union of his mind and body had reached new heights during the fight. He had a breakthrough in his own Fist Technique, causing his Red Falcon Fist to undergo a metamorphosis. His Martial Dao had advanced another level, and he had taken another solid step toward Saint Awakening.
He had grown stronger. And He Runlin, though defeated, had also obtained what he desired.
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...
「During Zhou Yuanjue and He Runlin’s battle.」
A room in the Sanhe Group Building, Guangpu City.
This was a tearoom with a distinct Tianhe Ancient Style. Inside, a tall young man wearing a Tianhe Martial Arts Uniform was kneeling silently on the floor, his eyes tightly shut.
He had slightly curly hair and wheat-colored skin. His face was marked by two deep, intersecting scars that formed a slanted cross, covering almost the entirety of his left cheek. Most striking of all were his two eyebrows, which resembled a pair of inverted knives, giving him a sharp and severe look.
A long, sheathed sword rested on his lap.
He exuded a peculiar aura, as if he had completely merged with his surroundings. His Spirit was exceptionally tranquil and withdrawn, and the flow of his qi and blood was so slow it was nearly imperceptible.
Although he was physically in the room, to the senses of a master, he was like a transparent phantom. It was as if the room were completely empty.
This was "Concealment."
TAP TAP TAP!!
Just then, the faint sound of footsteps could be heard from outside the door.
CLICK!
The door handle was turned. After the sound of a latch, it was pushed open.
"Sheng Tian..."
A middle-aged man of about fifty, dressed sharply in a suit and leather shoes, with silver-rimmed glasses and hair neatly combed back, pushed open the door and was about to step inside.
This was Fukuda Hideyuki, the head of the Sanhe Group’s operations in Donghua Country.
However, the very instant Fukuda Hideyuki stepped into the room, the young man kneeling on the floor moved.
ZING!!
Fukuda Hideyuki couldn’t see a thing. He could only vaguely sense a silver flash streak past his eyes. The sudden, cold killing intent that erupted made his entire body freeze, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, causing him to shut his eyes instinctively.
CLACK!!
Then, he heard the sound of the longsword sliding back into its sheath.
Opening his eyes, he saw that the kneeling man had already returned the longsword completely to its sheath. He was back in his original posture, as if he hadn’t moved at all.
Just as he was feeling bewildered, he felt a slight itch on the tip of his nose, as if something had landed on it.
He gently touched his nose and took the tiny object off.
His pupils instantly shrank to pinpricks.
It was a mosquito, its body split clean in two right down the middle. Fresh red blood, which it had just fed on, trickled from its broken body.
"This..."
Fukuda Hideyuki took a deep breath, completely shaken by the scene before him.
"Out with it. What do you want?"
the young man kneeling on the floor asked slowly.
