Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 37: Cloud Blade

Aided by the Jingzhe Force, Qin Baisheng was faster than any master Zhou Yuanjue had ever faced!

His muscles were like they were packed with gunpowder, achieving maximum acceleration over an extremely short distance.

Even with his sharp vision, Zhou Yuanjue could only make out a blurry figure rushing toward him, closing the distance in an instant.

An intense sense of danger flared. The blurry figure’s arm was like a coiling dragon, finding a gap in his defense and striking for his chest.

BAM!

The air at the edge of his palm exploded with a muffled boom, like spring thunder after a storm, startling all of creation.

SCREE! SCREE!

But at the very moment Qin Baisheng struck, Zhou Yuanjue seized the brief opening and countered almost simultaneously.

Two sharp airbursts, like a falcon’s cry, rang out. One strike shot toward the incoming arm to parry the attack. The other was an immediate counter, sharp fingertips jabbing at his opponent’s Adam’s apple.

However, Zhou Yuanjue had barely made his move when Qin Baisheng vanished. He had retracted his attack and reappeared at Zhou Yuanjue’s right side, his movement almost defying the laws of physics.

He struck out with another palm, aiming straight for Zhou Yuanjue’s ribs from an incredibly treacherous angle.

SCREE!

The falcon’s cry rang out again, yet the attack never landed. The moment Zhou Yuanjue threw his fist, Qin Baisheng had already flitted away to a new position.

Again and again, the sharp cracks of his strikes echoed through the air, but Qin Baisheng was like an eel-slick dragon. He used an uncannily bizarre footwork to weave around Zhou Yuanjue, and not a single one of Zhou Yuanjue’s attacks could touch him.

Dragon Playing with the Pearl!

This was a special footwork from the Thunderbolt Rushing Palm. Built upon the Jingzhe Force, it used immense short-range explosive power to execute rapid, small-scale shifts. This, combined with keen eyes and intuition, was used to evade an opponent’s attacks.

This was the same footwork Qin Baisheng had once used to dodge gunfire.

Overwhelming explosive power, extreme speed and reflexes, and a precognitive sense of danger rooted deep in his spirit—for the Assassination Fist, which specialized in precision strikes, the Thunderbolt Rushing Palm was indeed a difficult nemesis to overcome.

Zhou Yuanjue felt as if he were punching cotton.

’Since single-point attacks can’t catch him, then...’

BOOM!

His arms suddenly bulged. His palms, engorged with blood, swelled dramatically and turned a vivid, crimson red.

SCREE! SCREE! SCREE!

Then, innumerable sharp airbursts exploded almost simultaneously. Under the lights, countless afterimages of his fists blurred together into a solid sheet, like an impenetrable wall.

The airflow inside the arena turned violent and chaotic from the friction of the countless fists. Waves of air kicked up dust from the ground, forming small whirlwinds.

Hundred Falcons’ Cry!

Under the cover of this immensely powerful, dense, and rapid Fist Technique, the space within Zhou Yuanjue’s reach became virtually airtight—so dense that not even a drop of water could pass through!

Hearing the scalp-numbing, sharp airbursts and seeing the frenzied barrage that stirred up whirlwinds, the members of the Martial Arts Realm in attendance couldn’t help but gasp.

Only true insiders knew what immense physical conditioning and technical skill were required to sustain such an attack!

However, what was even more shocking was Qin Baisheng’s response.

Somehow, within that confined space, the man executed a dazzling series of dodges and shifts, evading every single strike of that terrifying barrage.

In that moment, Qin Baisheng was like a dancer on a knife’s edge.

’I can even dodge bullets!!’

A cold smile curled on Qin Baisheng’s lips as he weaved through the attacks.

Although the dense assault forced him to focus entirely on evasion, leaving no room to counterattack, he knew this kind of relentless, powerful barrage could not be sustained. Even a Great Master of Fist Techniques lacked the stamina to withstand such a prolonged drain on their energy!

And sure enough, about five seconds later, he clearly felt a slight falter in the intensity of Zhou Yuanjue’s attacks.

’Now is my chance!’

Qin Baisheng’s pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a jolt, as if from an electric shock, shot through his body.

Jingzhe!

He found an opening in Zhou Yuanjue’s Fist Technique and drove his palm toward Zhou Yuanjue’s chest.

In that instant, the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end. His highly trained intuition screamed a warning, but to his surprise, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of the danger.

’It’s a trap!’

Qin Baisheng understood. Zhou Yuanjue’s stamina hadn’t reached its limit; the opening had been created intentionally.

THUMP!

He then heard a violent heartbeat, like the pounding of a war drum. With no warning, no preliminary muscle movement, Zhou Yuanjue dodged his attack and thrust a knife-hand straight at his face.

A strike born from the heart, unrestrained and unpredictable!

SCREEE!!

This sudden falcon’s cry was sharper and more piercing than any that had come before.

Seeing Zhou Yuanjue’s attack, Gong Shouzhuo’s pupils constricted. He almost shot up from his seat reflexively.

In the arena, Zhou Yuanjue’s knife-hand loomed larger in Qin Baisheng’s vision, bringing with it an immense sense of pressure.

Just as the fingertips were about to connect, Qin Baisheng violently jerked his head aside.

The knife-hand scraped past his cheek by a hair’s breadth.

However, even though the strike hadn’t made direct contact, he still felt a sharp pain across his face.

TAP!

Dodging the blow, he stamped his foot and retreated with extreme speed.

Zhou Yuanjue didn’t pursue. That series of attacks had also placed a considerable burden on his body.

"Master, was that just now...?!"

A Nan asked Gong Shouzhuo, taking a deep breath in disbelief.

"There’s no mistake. That was indeed the Power Release method of the Profound Heart Fist. He combined the moves of the Profound Heart Fist with the Red Falcon Fist."

Gong Shouzhuo said, his voice grave.

"He figured out the Mystical Technique of the Profound Heart Fist from just that single exchange?"

Lin Nan muttered to himself, the shock in his heart beyond words.

"This guy..."

On the other side of the arena, Zhao Zhengxuan had also taken in Zhou Yuanjue’s entire counterattack. His eyes narrowed, and his appraisal of Zhou Yuanjue’s threat deepened.

Having retreated, Qin Baisheng felt a warm liquid trickling down his face. He reached up to touch it, and his hand came away covered in bright red blood.

’He clearly didn’t touch me... Did the Qi Blade, created when his knife-hand sliced through the air at close range, cut my skin? What a terrifying attack...’

"That wasn’t the Red Falcon Fist."

Qin Baisheng said.

"All Fist Techniques are connected. Are you still hung up on a particular school?"

Zhou Yuanjue replied, his expression calm.