Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 358 Fist and Palm Imprints Deep in the Heart, Mandarin Ducks Arrive to Break the Formation

When the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty flew into the air, he did not use the "thousand-pound drop" technique that Chu Tianshu often used to accelerate his fall from mid-air.

He paused slightly in mid-air, and the vast expanse of air behind him subtly distorted.

It was as if the airflow formed behind him an image of a fierce-looking, fist-wielding demon.

This statue of Mahakala is about five meters tall, and it perfectly positions the entire Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty in front of his chest, with his left arm outstretched and his right fist pulled inward.

The figure of the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty overlapped perfectly with his right fist.

It was as if the right fist of the Great Black God served as the inner driving force for the Grand Preceptor.

This is also a technique to accelerate your return to the ground.

Although it was a little slow at the beginning, the whole process, in the end, was probably a step faster than directly flipping into the air to release the force and using the "thousand-pound drop".

But Zuludo died too quickly.

Upon discovering that Chu Tianshu was not trapped, he realized that something unexpected had happened. Surprisingly, he did not adopt a defensive stance but instead threw punches as planned.

If you try to be ruthless, you'll only encounter someone even more ruthless, and the outcome will be decided much faster, without any suspense.

“Foolish, but… you’ve done a good job!”

Daheitian suddenly threw a punch.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty was slammed to the ground as if by the fist of the Great Black Heaven. The speed was so fast that only a silver streak of wind could be caught in the field of vision, and his true face could not be seen.

But the moment he landed, his speed seemed to completely transform into the force of his lunge forward, and his movements suddenly became clear.

With a whoosh, that fist pierced through Chu Tianshu's figure.

Chu Tianshu moved with the speed and agility of Tai Chi, flashing behind the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, his right hand already touching the hilt of his sword.

The Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty missed with his right fist, and the momentum of his forward charge suddenly reversed. Without even turning his head, his left fist struck backward.

The fist struck Chu Tianshu's right forearm.

At this moment, the forearm exudes the aura of rapidly drawing a sword, and divine power is flowing seamlessly from the entire body.

The Grand Master of the Yuan Dynasty's left fist slammed into this hand, a blow no less powerful than a chop to the hand that Chu Tianshu had prepared with all his might.

The left fist seemed to have grown larger out of thin air, its dark gold color emanating a deep, resonant hum.

It was as if the power that the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty had originally gathered in his right fist was not wasted, and was suddenly transferred to his left fist.

boom! ! !
The two forces seemed to be evenly matched.

Chu Tianshu's body suddenly retreated, and a swirling pattern appeared on the fabric of his belly, slightly concave.

Suludo's punches were extremely fast, especially the last one, which was very powerful and penetrated through the protective aura without damaging his clothes.

The fabric's current abnormality is because the Grand Preceptor's fist, at the moment of impact, seemed to possess an overwhelming aura that covered all directions.

Although Chu Tianshu only used his arm to collide with it, any injuries or weaknesses on his body would be concentrated and fiercely attacked by the automatically flowing fist force.

Chu Tianshu's injured stomach automatically exerted force to resist, but it was still pushed back, making the injury more serious. This caused the fabric to wrinkle like a whirlpool due to the contraction and expansion of his stomach.

As he retreated, a shadow once again loomed over the vortex.

It was the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty who turned around and chased after Chu Tianshu. As soon as he raised his right fist, the shadow of his fist seemed to press down on Chu Tianshu's stomach from mid-air.

If Chu Tianshu is injured, even if it's just a minor injury, it will be a fatal weakness in the face of the unique style of the Great Yuan National Preceptor's boxing techniques.

Suludo may have become a hegemon in Borneo, but in the eyes of the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty, he was merely a vanguard general.

Although he died a little too quickly, he managed to create this weakness for Chu Tianshu.

In the eyes of the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty, he was certainly competent enough!

"You want to kick the cripple's bad leg?"

A thought flashed through Chu Tianshu's mind, and he abandoned drawing his sword. Instead, his hand moved from the hilt of the sword, creating a streak of light like a shooting star.

The instant his hand intercepted the Grand Preceptor's fist, a meteor burst forth from the point of impact, shooting towards the Grand Preceptor's brow.

The Imperial Preceptor's face suddenly turned furious, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his muscles hardened like rock.

His entire face seemed to be shrouded in a mask-like protection that was invisible to the naked eye.

The tiny, diamond-shaped meteor light, still an inch from his face, struck him with a deafening roar.

The light and shadow reflected back and disappeared into the hilt of the knife.

Chu Tianshu's clothes had been flattened around his abdomen, his arms were open and closed, his left hand was filled with thick black demonic energy, and his right hand was filled with dazzling golden-blue energy.

There was no time to absorb the external steel energy, but the essence of heaven and earth was mobilized to generate divine power.

In this state, the "Toad Palm Thunder" technique he unleashed gave people a rich and soothing feeling with his hands, but suddenly flashed like lightning, accurately intercepting the fist of the Grand Master of the Yuan Dynasty.

Chu Tianshu felt as if he were floating on the ground, his feet always firmly planted on the ground, yet there seemed to be very little friction.

In an instant, the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty seemed to be stepping on a wildly swaying dragon, and he launched three more punches in pursuit, each of which was more effective than Suludo's thirty punches.

Chu Tianshu's figure, like a cloud cascading to the ground, drifted away gracefully, calmly, yet was forced to retreat back to that side hall.

The old monk of Dizang Temple, whose cultivation was indeed pure, was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall. Although he coughed up blood, he did not faint. He looked up and witnessed the entire battle.

When Chu Tianshu and Suluduo were exchanging blows, both sides were focused on speed. Since outsiders couldn't see clearly, it didn't matter.

The old monk clearly saw the two men exchange blows.

The moment Chu Tianshu retreated into the side hall, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty also followed him in.

The old monk suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes ached, and tears streamed down his face as his eyeballs trembled.

"Nammu Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".

He suddenly realized.

Whether it's Chu Tianshu's relaxed and seemingly measured movements, or the Grand Master of the Yuan Dynasty whose boxing style is simple and clear, every movement is perfectly predictable.

Those two people completed so many offensive and defensive maneuvers in less than the blink of an eye.

The old monk didn't see it clearly on his own; rather, it was as if he was infected by an aura that forced that information into his mind.

The time was too short and the force was too intense, making him feel panicked and unable to hold on.

At this moment, the ground shook violently several times, causing the old monk to fall directly to the base of the wall.

He saw a dozen or so monks, their robes a dark gold, leap from the ground. Dirt flew everywhere, and broken bricks scattered.

However, just as the monks emerged, a large spear swam into their formation.

Red lacquered shaft, black iron spearhead.

It was a cold weapon with an elegant and antique design.

Its classical charm even makes one feel that it wouldn't be surprising if such a divine weapon, which should only appear in legends, were to actually come to life.

Thus, in the eyes of onlookers, that gun was like a real, living dragon.

The dragon's head swayed and bumped, while its body scraped and swayed.

It's not about knocking someone flying or shaking them off their feet.

Instead, it caused all the monks touched by the gun to temporarily lose their balance and be enveloped in a vast and invisible aura.

Yun Gu charged forward with his spear raised, his feet moving as if in a straight line. A dozen monks, like spinning tops in a whirlwind, were propelled by the force of his spear and crashed into the artificial hill.

Madam Wang was on the artificial hill, holding a pen in her hand, watching the monks fall from mid-air towards them, and a man with a gun, like a giant crossbow hidden behind the dust and mist, about to release the string.

"rise!!"

Madam Wang gave a low shout, and with a sudden lift of the brush in her hand, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, she raised it upwards.

In mid-air, the monks suddenly steadied themselves and turned to look at Yun Gu.

They were at different directions and at different altitudes, but the time it took for more than a dozen pairs of eyes to fall on Yun Gu was no more than 0.1 seconds.

The air beneath their feet was like a trampoline, and the formation naturally took shape. Dark golden palms pounced out once more.

Yun Gu looked up, a half-smoked cigarette still dangling from his lips.

"Having more people doesn't make a difference."

Yun Gu smiled to himself.

If necessary, I will not back down even if I face ten thousand powerful enemies.

He ran away back then not because he was so afraid of death, but because he wanted to see the world and was worried that he had no one to entrust his child to. But now, he has no such worries.

The mandarin ducks broke the formation, but the opposite side was not in formation. How could he break the formation?
Let alone today's formation of a dozen or so corpses, even if there were ten Suludos to form the formation.

At this moment, in this place, Yun Gu must also fight back.

His spear thrust should have been contained by the formation, yet a chilling aura still lingered, destined to fall upon Madam Wang.

He even wants to take over Madam Wang's affairs!
Standing atop the wall, Chen Ying did not draw his sword. Instead, he sat down cross-legged, holding a whisk in his left hand and forming a hand seal with his right hand in front of his chest. He then slowly closed his eyes.

Inside the side hall.

Two figures engaged in fierce combat within this incredibly cramped space.

Chu Tianshu's hands flashed like lightning, withdrawing like ripples on water, his feet seemingly stirring up waves on the water, drawing arcs in the air.

However, the abdomen, which had been smoothed out by the attack of the soldier's spirit, gradually developed a vortex and sank deeper and deeper.

"You have no intention to kill?"

Chu Tianshu suddenly asked this question, "Your intention is in your fist, and your heart is in your intention."

"You don't really want to kill me, you want to break through my soul and force your mind into my body?"

The sound waves he emitted seemed to carry a hint of laughter.

"So you want to leave the cave heaven that much? At least you broke through the taboo by relying on the cave heaven!"

The Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty remained silent, but his round eyes shone with gold.

The cultivation technique he practiced was called the "Great Black Heaven Divine Arrow Heart Mantra".

The characteristics of this set of exercises are very similar to those of the method practiced by Lin Chucheng in the Northwest.

In the early stages, they focused on cultivating mental power, but they did not release their mental power to bless external objects. Instead, they used it entirely to bless their own physical body.

This is completely different from the path of cultivating internal strength.

The transformation of the physical body through internal energy cultivation is based on the inherent potential of each part of the body, which is then extended and amplified.

The method of using mental power to bless the physical body does not take into account the original characteristics of each part of the body, but only considers the characteristics of the object you are visualizing.

The single quality that is conceived and cultivated through contemplation and enlightenment in the mind covers all other characteristics that the physical body originally possesses.

The two paths each have their own characteristics.

Relatively speaking, cultivating internal strength is the easiest to begin with. It relies on the body's original potential and involves tempering it. Although it is arduous, it is also solid.

Those who can cultivate this method by empowering their physical body with their mental energy are even rarer than ordinary spiritualists.

However, ignoring the original characteristics of the physical body also means ignoring its original defects. Unlike normal martial arts training methods, it does not require learning different styles of martial arts to hone different parts of the body.

As long as one focuses on practicing one method and receives blessings, the speed of progress after entering the practice is often rapid, and one can quickly reach an extraordinary level in terms of physical strength and reaction.

It is faster and more direct than practicing boxing, and more mystical and health-preserving than practicing magic.

If someone takes this path and reaches a level close to the forbidden, they can draw inferences from it if they are interested, and can learn both magical techniques and the mysteries of internal energy cultivation.

Therefore, people like the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty can be said to have been the pride of heaven in the past.

From his youth, he was virtually unbeatable among his peers, and as he grew up, he was destined to be one of the top figures of his time.

The other six of the Seven Souls of the Grotto Heaven should have perished long ago if they had not been chosen by the Grotto Heaven.

Even someone like Yun Gu, who harbored resentment and helplessness towards the manipulation of the cave, had to admit that he still felt a great deal of gratitude.

However, this Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty, the Silver-haired Shouluo King, felt no gratitude whatsoever towards the grotto-heaven, only deep doubt and dissatisfaction.

His fundamental understanding of martial arts further fueled his egocentric mentality and intensified his hatred for the grotto-heaven.

When Chu Tianshu popped that bubble, he already had some guesses about it.

After a brief silence, the Grand Preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty also spoke with a mocking tone.

“I have already prepared a plan to slumber in the era of the spirit world’s revival, and then break the taboo. I can control the whole process myself.”

"The grotto-heaven has done me a favor? This damn thing disrupted my plans, made me arrive in the mortal world later than expected, prevented me from accumulating cultivation smoothly, and now it wants me to be a laborer to fix it up?!"

(End of this chapter)