Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 76: Disregard

Without a doubt, all these legends shrouded Nacai in an aura of mystery. No one would dare underestimate his strength because of his age.

In the stands of the arena, there were people from both home and abroad, as well as many familiar faces.

For example, He Runlin.

He wore the "Dragon King" mask. His frame was enormous, and his skin was fairer than a woman's. Traces of bandages could be seen peeking out from his Martial Arts Uniform.

Evidently, after Zhou Yuanjue had stabbed him in the lung during their previous match, his injury hadn't fully healed. He had spent the last few days recuperating.

In fact, he was quite astonished that Zhou Yuanjue had been able to return to the ring so quickly. After all, as someone who had experienced that battle firsthand, he knew very well the damage his desperate, all-or-nothing strike had inflicted on Zhou Yuanjue.

'His bones should have been severely shattered. It would be impossible to recover without at least ten days to half a month of rest, yet it's only been four days.'

'Choosing an opponent like Nacai must mean Zhou Yuanjue's injuries have completely healed. It just doesn't make any sense.'

He felt a twinge of pain from his own wound with every breath. Recalling their fight, he couldn't help but wonder, 'What in the world is that guy made of?'

Besides He Runlin, quite a few of Zhou Yuanjue's "old friends" were also present.

There was Wu Tianhe and Ding Jiutong, Yan Hao and Gong Shouzhuo who had rushed over from Tianlu Prefecture, and even Qin Baisheng, whose injuries had yet to heal, his body still wrapped in bandages.

Anyone who had ever crossed hands with Zhou Yuanjue couldn't help but develop an intense curiosity about him, as if he possessed an attraction far beyond that of an ordinary person.

A spiritual charisma, one might say.

Of course, the control room for Arena 7 would not be complete without Ji Yunzhou, the First Senior Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect. He stood with his arms crossed, watching the match from the closest possible vantage point.

'Evil Ghost' Nacai...'

'Ji Yunzhou was also very interested in this man. He wondered how much of the sensational legends about him was true and how much was false.'

DING DING DING!!

The bell above the arena rang out. The crowd fell silent, all eyes focusing on the arena.

The two fighters stood still in the spacious arena, observing each other from a distance of ten paces.

Nacai wore a pair of red fighting shorts, with his arms and legs wrapped in white bandages.

He was about 1.75 to 1.78 meters tall—not particularly tall, nor was his physique exceptionally robust. His muscles weren't huge or prominent, making him somewhat similar to the Qin Baisheng of the past. His body was a harmonious, streamlined form that seemed to brim with explosive power.

What was most striking were his arm bones, shin bones, knees, and elbows.

The lines of his arm and shin bones were completely unobscured by muscle, clearly visible. His elbows and knees were abnormally prominent. When he bent his arms and legs, the terrifying bones of his joints looked just like sharp spearheads.

"Relax. Even though people call me 'Evil Ghost,' I don't enjoy killing. So I'll do my best not to kill you."

Nacai said coolly in slightly broken Donghua, his tone tinged with a hint of pity.

Hearing this, Zhou Yuanjue smiled faintly.

SWOOSH!!

At that very moment, Nacai suddenly moved.

He pushed off his toes and leaped into the air. The ten-pace distance vanished in a flash as a powerful flying knee shot forward, whipping up a fierce wind.

A knee strike!

The move was immensely powerful, carrying the acceleration of his charge. Its force was nearly comparable to a head-on collision with a small car. Even Zhou Yuanjue didn't dare to take it head-on.

He sidestepped, narrowly dodging the blow.

BOOM!

Nacai came crashing down from the air with a Thousand-Pound Fall, then immediately launched into a vicious combination of attacks at Zhou Yuanjue.

Straight punches, hooks, elbow strikes, knee strikes, and kicks!

Fists, elbows, knees, and legs!

He used all eight limbs with fluid mastery. His offense was a torrential downpour, relentless and without pause, as if he had sprouted eight arms.

This was the Eight Armed Fist!

In an instant, his frenzied, rapid-fire combinations left a trail of afterimages in his wake.

The air churned violently. Though Nacai's frame seemed somewhat small and thin, true to his "Evil Ghost" moniker, the terrifying force he unleashed once he began his assault was simply unimaginable.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Zhou Yuanjue continuously blocked Nacai's furious onslaught with his arms and legs, and gradually, he felt his own limbs, which were as hard as steel, begin to ache and go numb.

He felt as if Nacai wasn't using limbs at all, but weapons.

Though his body was lean and his muscles undeveloped, his skeletal structure had long since been altered by his extensive training.

The bones in his limbs had, to a certain degree, truly become as hard as steel. Even if you gave an ordinary person a Kaishan Saber and let them hack away until they collapsed from exhaustion, they probably couldn't break the bones in his arms and legs!

For masters of the Eight Armed Fist, their eight limbs are their greatest weapons.

Rotating the body with the waist as the axis, every move was a killing blow—vicious and brutal!

The Eight Armed Fist was the cruelest of all Fist Techniques.

It was not only cruel to one's enemies, but even crueler to oneself.

Because its training methods were so cruel and terrifying, even with a Breathing and Exhaling Technique, the disability rate for those who tried to cultivate the Eight Armed Fist without sufficient Talent and willpower was nearly fifty percent.

Nacai's Fist Technique had completely inherited this ferocity. There were no probing attacks; he went straight for an all-out assault from the very beginning.

BANG!!

Zhou Yuanjue instantly entered the state of Free Will, his Spirit highly focused.

Since his opponent was already giving it his all, there was no need for him to hold back either. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Under the state of the Lamp Burning Technique, his Spiritual Will continued to climb.

SCREECH!!

A Flaming Giant Bird emerged from behind him, and as he executed his Fist Technique, it lunged violently at his opponent's Spirit.

ROAR!!

At that same moment, within Zhou Yuanjue's Spirit, a continuously expanding humanoid black shadow suddenly appeared behind Nacai. This shadow had two horns, disheveled hair, and a mouth full of fangs. Its eyes were a solid, bright red, like an Evil Ghost escaped from Hell.

The Evil Ghost's massive claws shot upward, tightly gripping the sharp beak of the pecking Flaming Giant Bird.

HAH!!

And with the appearance of the Evil Ghost, Nacai's assault grew even more frenzied and powerful. He became a picture of pure rage, seemingly entering a state of complete loss of control.

'What is this?'

Zhou Yuanjue frowned deeply.

'This isn't Heart's Desire Bursting Out,' he thought. He could clearly tell, because he couldn't sense the perfect harmony between spirit and body that came with it.

'It's also not like the Divine Strike that Wu Tianhe used. Wu Tianhe's Divine Strike actually involved splitting off a second personality to become a "Divine Format." When he used the Divine Strike Secret Skill, from a spiritual perspective, his soul and body were still integrated as one.'

'However, Nacai's current state is completely different. There's a sense of disconnect between the black shadow behind him and his body—it isn't a seamless whole. The strange feeling is as if the black shadow is the true Sovereign, and his body is nothing more than a marionette!'

'Furthermore, even with his Spirit having evolved to its current level, he was somehow unable to shake that black shadow in a direct confrontation.'

'What on earth is this Skill and Heart Technique?'

'Could the rumors be true? Did the real Nacai die long ago, and is it an Evil Ghost that now inhabits his body?'