Chapter 23:
LiCangTian
Li An chuckled upon hearing this.
In his dreams, he had tried countless times to push his body to its limits, to gather strength until death claimed him!
It was precisely because he had glimpsed the vision of his full-powered punch that he believed himself born to walk the path of fist cultivation!
Without wasting words, Li An began gathering his energy.
The intent of his fist began to rise, white mist swirling around his body.
Five seconds passed.
The mist around him thickened.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.
Twenty seconds later.
No trace of fatigue showed on Li An’s muscles.
Zhang Sanfeng’s brow lifted in surprise.
A minute passed.
Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes. The mist around Li An now seemed almost tangible, on the verge of solidifying.
Two minutes passed!
Zhang Sanfeng’s pupils trembled imperceptibly.
Beads of sweat now dotted Li An’s body. His composed expression faltered as his stamina dwindled.
At this moment,
The fist intent around him fully solidified, coalescing into gauntlet-like armor around his arms.
“Martial Intent Armament?!”
Zhang Sanfeng was stunned.
Wasn’t this a feat only achievable by martial artists at the fifth realm or higher?
To condense martial intent into armor or a weapon, amplifying one’s power exponentially—
Yet Li An, still at the third realm, had done it!
The Supreme Fist…
Truly, the Supreme Fist!
Fortunately, this Martial Intent Armament was not permanent—merely a fleeting imitation.
Otherwise, it would have shattered the confidence of lesser cultivators.
But it wasn’t over.
2 minutes and 37 seconds.
Li An’s face contorted in pain. His stamina was nearly exhausted.
2 minutes and 48 seconds.
His body trembled slightly. The fist intent grew unstable, fissures spiderwebbing across the ground.
2 minutes and 56 seconds!
The fist intent spiraled toward chaos. The entire basement quaked. Sandbags, training equipment, even load-bearing walls cracked.
Three minutes.
Zhang Sanfeng roared, “STRIKE!”
If Li An delayed further, his intent would collapse entirely. The dispersed force would lose cohesion, rendering the attack meaningless.
But Li An refused to obey.
3 minutes and 2 seconds.
The basement, spanning a hundred meters, drowned in overwhelming fist intent.
Li An’s eyes burned with crimson streaks.
He felt as though being flayed alive, yet he clenched his teeth—any sound would shatter his focus.
3 minutes and 5 seconds!
The limit arrived!
Li An threw his head back and roared like a tiger descending the mountain. A raw, unadorned punch hurtled toward Zhang Sanfeng!
Too powerful!
Too fast!
A sonic boom erupted!
The terrifying shockwave shattered the basement’s load-bearing walls!
The earth shook. The house began to collapse!
But Li An’s gaze remained locked on Zhang Sanfeng.
His eyes sharpened like dragon’s pupils, focus honed to a singularity.
Finally—
The fist shot forth like a dragon!
A deafening roar, akin to a dragon’s cry, echoed!
Zhang Sanfeng’s expression hardened, yet he stood unmoving.
The next instant—
BOOM!
A thunderous impact.
Zhang Sanfeng remained unharmed. Li An’s fist halted at his abdomen, failing to budge him an inch.
Then—
The basement teetered on collapse.
But in a flash!
Frostlight swept through the room. Everything it touched froze instantly.
Shuang Xue stood calmly amidst the blizzard, the entire wooden house encased in ice—suspended mid-collapse.
An absolute monster…
Zhang Sanfeng thought, recalling an ancient lament:
“Though the Heaven’s Scarred are fleeting as fireworks, they blaze just as brilliantly.”
No, he corrected himself silently. This prince will not die.
“Let’s leave,” he said finally. “I’ll summon earth-aligned builders to repair this.”
Shuang Xue nodded.
Exhausted, Li An was carried to the backyard lawn.
Beneath an ancient tree, he lay sprawled like a starfish, his body flushed and trembling from exertion. He gasped for air, lips pale from oxygen deprivation and hypoglycemia.
Zhang Sanfeng sat beside him, his expression inscrutable.
Three minutes of gathering force…
At the third realm…
A single punch’s aftershock nearly leveled a house!
His gaze then fell on cracks extending dozens of meters beyond Li An’s property.
Suddenly, he understood something critical—a truth once dismissed, now undeniable.
Even Meng Chen had spoken of it:
Fist cultivators are the least valued warriors on the battlefield!
But Zhang Sanfeng had always believed their potential lay dormant, awaiting the right talent.
For millennia, his master had died failing to prove this.
These past years, cracks had formed in Zhang Sanfeng’s dao heart.
Yet now—
The semi-divine power of the ninth realm stirred within him.
Abruptly, he stood and gazed at the boundless sky.
The weariness in his eyes vanished. The wine gourd at his waist became mere ornamentation.
On the world’s highest stage…
Fist cultivators will claim their rightful place!
But to pave Li An’s path to that summit, someone must first break through the barriers.
Turning to the prone Li An, Zhang Sanfeng smiled radiantly.
“That punch… was sublime.”
“Train well. I’ll await you at the First Great Wall.”
With that, he departed.
Engineers arrived under Old Zhu’s direction, swiftly restoring the house.
“I can’t move…” Li An mumbled.
Shuang Xue sat gracefully beside him, brushing back her hair. “I’ll carry you home.”
“Mm.” Li An’s head lolled as he fell unconscious.
The house, rebuilt by earth-aligned cultivators, stood whole once more.
Shuang Xue lifted Li An in a princess carry, floating through the window into the restored room.
Old Zhu returned to his home below.
The night ended—for Li An.
But in Zone 7-1 of the Seventh Great Wall…
The demon prodigy Kaelth lay in a pool of blood, despair etched on his face.
Before him stood an unremarkable, bespectacled youth—hands wrapped in thick bandages.
Lin He approached leisurely, his footsteps to Kaelth’s ears like death’s whisper.
“Infinite-tier…”
“Killing you should push my combat rating past Guān Yǔ.”
His mind flickered to his current rating: 175%—second place. The thought irked him.
As Lin He raised a sword-finger strike—
A demon sovereign materialized.
Meng Chen appeared simultaneously, facing the sovereign with relaxed defiance.
The demon sovereign rapid-fired offers of priceless treasures to spare Kaelth’s life.
Meng Chen glanced at Lin He.
“The choice is yours.”
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