Yefutidaolu

Chapter 412 Fighting Against Ten Realms
In just three moves—

The more Wang Gang fought, the more alarmed and excited he became! This kid's swordsmanship, movement, and strength were not only strange and exquisite, but what was even more terrifying was his inhuman combat intuition and learning ability!

It's as if he was born to fight! Moreover, his body... clearly doesn't feel extremely vigorous in terms of blood and energy, and is even somewhat "weak," but its resilience, explosive power, and control over strength are ridiculously strong!
"That's great! Take another one of my moves!" Wang Gang laughed loudly, his body suddenly sank, his blood and qi surged, and the barren ground beneath his feet collapsed about thirty feet, with cracks spreading like a spider web! He seemed to be fused with this hellish place, transforming into an unshakeable giant mountain.

Immediately, his shoulders and back trembled, his muscles and bones roared like dragons and tigers, and his whole body seemed to collapse like a giant mountain, exploding out a hard core that transformed into a human-shaped cannonball that crashed straight into Gao Jian!

The airflow was compressed to the extreme, forming a milky white shock wave visible to the naked eye in front! This was a deadly move in close combat. Its force was not a simple impact, but contained multiple layers of power: collapse, shake, burst, and penetration. When a tenth-realm martial artist unleashed his power in anger, even a real iron mountain in front of him would be smashed into dust!

A fierce glint flashed in Gao Jian's eyes, yet he neither dodged nor avoided! The light of his inner lamp shone brightly, and at this moment, it resonated mysteriously with the wisps of purified life and death intent deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, as if he had the cycle of life and death under his control.

He gripped the rusty knife tightly with both hands, his spirit and will reaching an unprecedented peak. All his strength, will, and even the shock from the immense force he had just endured were concentrated on the mottled rust at the very tip of the knife!
Facing the mountain-like body that shattered the void and was overwhelming, Gao Jian thrust out his sword!

This strike was silent and swift, so refined that it seemed to have absorbed all light and sound from the surroundings, leaving only that patch of rust as the sole focal point between heaven and earth! It wasn't like a slash, but more like a cut! Cutting off the rushing water, halting the mountains, seizing that last glimmer of life!
The tip of a knife points at a mountain!

Ding-dong!
A strange, crisp sound rang out, neither like the explosive clang of metal against metal nor the dull thud of flesh colliding. Instead, it was like an extremely heavy piece of jade falling into a bottomless icy pool. First, there was a clear, resonant sound, followed by a deep, muffled echo, carrying a certain crisp, trembling sound of collision. A circle of transparent ripples, visible to the naked eye, suddenly erupted from the point of contact between the tip of the knife and Wang Gang's shoulder blade!
The next instant, Gao Jian's figure was struck as if by an invisible giant wielding a divine whip, and he was suddenly sent flying backward!

He slid back too fast! The straight line he left behind exploded with a deafening roar after his figure had passed! The iron-hard ground of the wasteland was torn open by an irresistible force, creating a massive chasm several meters wide and seemingly bottomless, stretching far into the distance! Rocks on either side were sent flying into the sky by the terrifying shockwave, like a torrential downpour. Further away, a withered, eerie forest was swept away by the spreading shockwave, countless broken branches and twigs hurled into the dim sky, a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

The energy in the air was in complete chaos. The inherent cold death energy of hell was clashing with the violent masculine energy, forming a chaotic energy storm. It even caused a violent deflection of the magnetic field, resulting in distorted and swaying light and blurred vision.

A moment later, the dim, reddish light of hell barely managed to re-outline the silhouettes of the two figures.

Wang Gang remained in the same shoulder-bumping posture, standing in place, the ground beneath his feet sinking like a crater.

Gao Jian was thrown backward, sliding parallel to the ground! In that instant, dozens of miles of wasteland swept past beneath his feet!

But one of his hands had already reached out unnoticed, following him like a shadow, traversing dozens of miles, and firmly pressing down on Gao Jian's forearm as he retreated with his knife!
It was this pressing and pushing that forcefully "pressed" Gao Jian's cannonball-like backward figure into place, stopping his retreat that was enough to smash through the mountains!
But it was precisely this unparalleled power contained in the press that smashed Takashi into the ground like a nail!

The dim, reddish light of hell, like wisps of smoke being pulled apart at high speed, hung around the figure rushing forward.

Fragments of light clung to his blood-stained temples, landed on his taut shoulders, wrapped around his bent elbows as he relaxed, and clung to his tattered sleeves and hem. In this rapid blurring, his silhouette became unusually clear, like a brushstroke cutting through chaos in a freehand ink painting.

However—faced with such a blow that would have shattered even an ordinary eighth-level martial artist to pieces, Gao Jian was actually... only injured!

He looked somewhat disheveled, his breathing was erratic, and the sleeve of his arm holding the knife was torn, revealing a smooth but slightly trembling forearm with a clear, deep red palm print, as if branded with a hot iron.

However, that's all!

He parried in time; the powerful strike, imbued with all his might, precisely intercepted Wang Gang's most crucial yet subtle point of attack. Instead of directly confronting the attack, it deflected, guided, and dissipated most of the impact in an unbelievable way. Wang Gang's final palm strike, pressing down on his arm, seemed more like a stop to his retreat than an attempt to inflict further damage.

Even the arm he used to block Wang Gang's "Mountain-Piercing Lean" was not broken or shattered!

Gao Jian slightly bent one knee to steady himself, pointed his rusty knife diagonally at the ground, and slowly raised his head to look at Wang Gang, who remained unchanged dozens of miles away. His eyes were cold and calm, but the forty-foot divine light, after this attack, not only did not dim, but became even more refined and pure, like forged iron, illuminating his face.

Wang Gang slowly withdrew his hand, looking at the almost imperceptible white marks on his body caused by the sword intent. Then, he looked up at the upright figure in the distance. The excitement and playfulness on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and...inquiry.

"What a brilliant interception technique." He spoke slowly, his voice like muffled thunder, rolling across dozens of miles and clearly reaching everyone's ears. "Your sword intent, your movement technique, your skill in deflecting and guiding force... are far beyond what an ordinary seventh-realm cultivator can possess. Boy, just how many secrets are you hiding?"

"More than that..."

Just as Gao Jian and Wang Gang's auras faced off, and the dust on the wasteland had not yet completely settled, a clear yet solemn voice rang out, breaking the brief silence. It was Shui Wuyai who spoke. His youthful face, with its red lips and white teeth, had long lost its initial composure and playfulness, replaced by undisguised astonishment and doubt.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing through dozens of miles of space, and fixed firmly on Gao Jian, as if he wanted to see through him completely, inside and out.

"Aside from his unpredictable and exquisite martial arts skills that far surpass his realm, everyone must not forget that he is only at the seventh realm of cultivation, yet he is already... a Grandmaster of two levels!" Shui Wuyai's voice was not loud, but it resounded like thunder in the ears of every aristocratic expert!

"This level of cultivation is absolutely genuine! You're quite insightful. The secrets you hold probably extend far beyond just Minister Li and Li Zoufang..."

Two Grandmasters!
These five words seemed to possess a magical power, causing all the cultivators at the eighth or ninth level present to gasp in shock. When their gazes refocused on Gao Jian, they were filled with horror.

That's it! They were so focused on the astonishing swordsmanship and the exchange of blows that they almost overlooked the most fundamental thing!
That martial arts divine intent, condensed to the point of being tangible, capable of briefly contending with the fist intent of Wang Gang, a martial artist at the tenth realm! That physical strength, which withstood a blow from Wang Gang without its arm breaking and even rapidly recovered, subtly revealed the ability to regenerate from a drop of blood!

This is clearly a sign that he has opened the "divine gate" and the "essence gate" and stepped into the realm of the Grandmaster! Moreover, judging from the purity and refinement of his divine will and the speed of his blood and qi recovery, he is definitely not a newcomer to this realm. His foundation is so solid that it seems that he has been in this realm for a long time!

In terms of level, among the dozen or so elites from the top families of Cangzhou present, although most of them were at the eighth or ninth level of cultivation, only Shui Wuyai and Wang Gang had truly crossed the threshold of "Grandmaster" and successfully opened the two gates! Zuo Lang in the past also died on the road to breaking through the two gates!
Gao Jian, a young man who was only twenty years old and had been practicing for just two years, had already become a Grandmaster of the Two Gates! In terms of "quality", he had quietly entered the middle level of this group!

The mysteries surrounding this person are simply layered upon layered and utterly unbelievable!
That bizarre divine light, towering forty feet high and defying all reason!

That martial art was completely beyond the understanding of the Seven Realms, and was so exquisite and terrifying!

That unheard-of divine gate, which was successfully opened by simply opening the Niwan acupoint!

In addition, the two Grandmaster achievements confirmed at the age of only seven are now confirmed!
This profound insight is utterly illogical! Every single thing about it is enough to overturn certain consensuses within the cultivation world!
Compared to these astonishing mysteries, his progress from the first realm to the seventh realm in a mere two years was the most "easy to understand" and the most "ordinary" of all! Yet even this "ordinary" achievement was a sensational miracle in the outside world, worthy of being passed down as a myth!
Who exactly is this person?! Is he the reincarnation of some ancient monster? Has he obtained an ancient, heaven-defying inheritance? Or... is he not even "human" at all?
Alarm bells rang in Shui Wuyai's mind, and murderous intent and greed surged within him. This boy must not be allowed to live; all the secrets he possessed must be seized and placed entirely in the hands of the Shui family!

He did not immediately launch a siege, knowing Wang Gang's martial arts fanatic temper. Interrupting him at this moment would be undesirable, but he would never sit idly by and watch any unexpected events occur.

Shui Wuyai slowly raised his hands from his wide sleeves, forming an ancient and profound hand seal. His aura suddenly changed, no longer showing any youthful impetuosity, but becoming incomparably deep and vast, as if resonating with the boundless hellish space around him.

As a Qi Refiner at the Tenth Realm, his path is completely different from that of Wang Gang, who specializes in martial arts.

Qi cultivators refine the myriad energies of heaven and earth for their own use; their path encompasses everything and is as vast as the sea!
If one refines the body with Qi, one's physical body will be flawless and as hard as diamond. Apart from martial arts and divine will, one's close combat skills will be no less than those of a martial arts specialist.
If one refines one's spirit with qi, one can transform thoughts into substance. With a single thought, one can generate immense power, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, and distorting reality.
If one uses qi to construct techniques, one can control wind, thunder, water, and fire, and be proficient in all kinds of wonderful methods. Although one may not be as skilled as a specialist, one has the advantage of endless means and the ability to deal with all kinds of changes!

This is why Qi cultivators have an immense need for knowledge. My former classmate, the young master of the Shui family, Shui Cangcang, though only at the second realm of cultivation, had to peruse the Shui family's vast library of scriptures to solidify his foundation. The more one knows, the more diverse the "qi" one can control, and the more unpredictable one's methods become—truly a "jack-of-all-trades" in cultivation, with almost no obvious weaknesses!

At this moment, Shui Wuyai was about to use the ultimate skill of a Qi Refiner to lay a trap!

He contemplated the true form of the Thunder God in his mind, visualizing the vast and majestic Thunder Palace of the Nine Heavens. He exhaled a wisp of innate purple mist, which transformed into countless fine, leaping lightning runes as soon as it left his mouth. His hands moved with lightning speed, his finger shadows swirling and drawing upon the surrounding evil energy. His feet trod on the Big Dipper, each step conforming to the subtle workings of the stars, leaving a clear footprint on the ground that flashed with lightning!
Hai represents the Heavenly Gate, and heavenly fire rises above the Heavenly Gate!

With a flick of his finger, he pointed to the northern Hai position, and a pure white, blazing flame suddenly ignited in the void. Within the flame, it seemed as if thousands of celestial soldiers and generals floated and sank, emanating a supreme aura that could burn all things and judge everything—Heavenly Fire!
Kun represents the Earth Gate, and fire rises from the Earth Gate!

The incantation turned to the southwest Kun position, and the earth trembled violently. Dark red lava fire mixed with the evil energy of the nine netherworlds surged out, scorching with a sense of sinking and corrosiveness, as if it could burn through the earth and reach the netherworld—earth fire!
Mao (卯) is the Thunder Gate, and thunder and fire rise from Mao!
Turning to the east, the purple-blue lightning bolts emerged from the void like a raging python, weaving into a destructive forest. Amidst the flashing lightning, a deafening roar was emitted, filled with a contradictory aura of destruction and vitality—thunderfire!
Thunderbolts rise on the day of Wu Zi! The true fire of the Samadhi Sun rises on the days of Si, Wu, and Wei!
With the final incantation, twisted, violent, and extremely yang lightning snakes exploded in the northern Renzi position! In the southern Siwu and Wei positions, a brilliant, pure, and blazing golden flame, capable of incinerating all evil and yin, rose—manifesting the Great Sun True Flame at the top!

These five fires are no ordinary fires; they are five Dao fires of vastly different natures, yet equally terrifying, that he summoned using his supreme Qi refining cultivation and the unique environment! As soon as the fires ignited, they immediately merged completely with the thunderous runes he exhaled, the fierce energy of his footsteps, and the mighty power of the Thunder God he contemplated!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Suddenly, a continuous and increasingly loud thunderclap resounded throughout the heavens and earth! It was not the sound of simple lightning, but rather as if thousands of thunder gods were beating war drums behind the clouds, driving countless thunder chariots to rush in!

The thunder roared fiercely, with a force that shook the heavens and the earth! The fire raged fiercely, with the power to set mountains ablaze and blaze across the plains!
The five directions of Dao fire and endless lightning eventually intertwined, merged, and collapsed, forming a vast and incomparably powerful pool of lightning on the outskirts of the battlefield between Gao Jian and Wang Gang!

This Thunder Pool was vast and immeasurable, completely enclosing the central battlefield. The pool was not ordinary water, but rather formed entirely of liquid-like lightning and leaping Dao fire! Azure-purple, pure white, dark red, golden yellow… all sorts of colored electric snakes and fire pythons thrashed, rolled, and hissed wildly within the "pool," radiating destructive heat and terrifying magnetic fields powerful enough to tear apart primordial spirits!
(End of this chapter)