Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 309 Beware of a Punch

Did you train yourself into a divine weapon?

Ren Shaoyang asked in surprise, "Old ghost Pang, is your skill called 'Heavenly Blade'?"

“Heavenly Blade?” Pang Ban muttered, then chuckled, “The name Ren Jianshen chose is very nice, it’s elegant and fitting for me.”

Ren Shaoyang laughed proudly, "I'm not bragging, but I have many skills. I'm number one in naming, number two in martial arts, and number three in music. Even if I don't stay in the martial arts world in the future, I can open a small shop to name my son and make a living."

"Shao Yang's words are interesting, yet convincing." Pang Ban smiled faintly, then said seriously, "Your mental cultivation has reached its peak, and you are not affected by inner demons. Otherwise, if you had gone all out under my influence, this battle would not have been fought."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Man follows the earth, the earth follows heaven, and heaven transforms into nature. When the human heart is disillusioned, heaven and man correspond to each other, so your jade skill has no effect on me."

Pang Ban smiled faintly: "The mysterious technique you and Hongxiu possess allows you to trace clues, listen to sounds and understand principles, and also to learn from other sources." He sighed slightly, "What's even more valuable is that you have attained enlightenment and elevated your skills to an unimaginable level, which is truly astonishing."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This skill is called 'Mind Moves'." He sighed as he spoke, "To be honest, I am only a beginner in this field. Compared to the seniors who have practiced this skill, the gap is immeasurable."

"Oh?" Pang Ban frowned. "There really is such a master?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "The demonic seed you left in my body was removed by this senior."

Pang Ban's face turned cold, and his clothes suddenly billowed wildly. The clouds in the sky, like white sails of a boat, were absorbed by his black hole-like true energy and began to swirl around him, creating an extremely eerie scene.

At this moment, Lanjiang Island was desolate and vast, as the deep night descended.

The enormous shadow of the island's highest peak, Locked Mist Peak, slowly blurred, while Pang Ban's aura surged through the forest leaves, emitting a strange, whistling sound that was particularly terrifying.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, his skin suddenly becoming as white and smooth as jade, and gently touched it with his fingers.

Pang Ban's expression shifted, his face turning ashen, as if he had been instantly invaded by a chill, his face turning frosty.

At that moment, it was as if the last light of the night had dimmed!

Pang Ban's single eye lit up, his face stiffened, and though his mouth didn't move, his voice resonated: "Is there anything special about this move?"

"Yes!" Ren Shaoyang said, "Sword Cold!"

"it is good!"

Pang Ban slashed diagonally with his palm, drawing a circle as he came, crisscrossing and connecting straight and diagonal strikes. He was using his palm to perform swordsmanship, with straight slashes and diagonal thrusts interspersed within the sword flowers.

His true energy surged, and with a crack, as his sword momentum flowed, the cold air forcefully split open.

The ice shell on Pang Ban's face shattered, and glistening droplets fell onto his chest. He nodded approvingly and then said, "My turn."

Before the words were finished, the demonic figure of the sorcerer vaguely appeared before Ren Shaoyang. Like a dream, it seemed not to be a physical entity, but rather a wisp of demonic shadow from the winds and rains of heaven and earth, unlike any mortal.

Hooray!
Lightning bolts darted swiftly through the dark clouds, while bright white raindrops fell.

Amidst the thunderous roar, a fist as white as jade suddenly appeared.

The fist appeared in his mind, flickering like a candle flame in the wind, filled with an eerie aura.

As soon as the punch was thrown, Ren Shaoyang felt a powerful, indescribable force sweeping over him.

Ren Shaoyang knew that although this group looked impressive, Pang Ban hadn't thrown a single punch. In fact, he hadn't even moved!

But that fist suddenly appeared in my heart.

So bizarre, yet so real.

In the blink of an eye, Ren Shaoyang understood that this punch was like a subconscious suggestion, meant to completely erase him from his mind.

Once you mentally "accept the punch," your entire body feels no different from being hit by a real fist.

No, it was even more miserable than a real punch!

Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Old ghost Pang, what kind of boxing technique is that?"

With a flick of his wrists, the extraordinary power of "Mind Moves" surged from his heart, transforming into an invisible sword. This sword intent was chillingly menacing, like a hungry ghost from the underworld, rising abruptly and restraining the "fist" within his heart.

in reality.

Suddenly, a loud clang rang out, and sparks flew everywhere between the two.

Immediately following, a dazzling flash of lightning illuminated the scene, and countless cold lights flew across the ground, slashing with a "whoosh" sound, leaving numerous sword marks.

Hua Hua Hua.
The two remained standing, without moving.

"This punch, delivered with the power of the mind, is called 'Beware Punch'," Pang Ban said casually, flicking his fingernails. "And what is the name of the Sword God Ren's sword strike?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Sword Fiend!"

Pang Ban laughed heartily: "Your thirteen sword techniques are extremely vicious and ruthless, but it is difficult for you to use them with such awe-inspiring immortal energy, and you have created the 'Kunlun Three Elements Sword' by finding a new path."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "Same here, aren't you the same?"

Pang Ban nodded slightly and said softly, "Be careful."

Ren Shaoyang's expression suddenly changed. Why did it change?
When someone says "be careful," it means they're about to use their ultimate move.

But Pang Ban doesn't need any special moves; every punch and kick he throws now is the strongest and most terrifying move in the world.

Why did he say "be careful"?

As he just mentioned, this style of boxing is called "Beware Punch".

So when he said "be careful".

Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but think of that fist again.

That fist, as white as jade, was flawless and immaculate, seemingly radiating a glow.

And when he thinks of fists.

With a soft laugh, Pang Ban's imposing, demonic figure appeared before Ren Shaoyang.

At the same time, the jade-like fist changed from "illusory" to "solid".

This time it's true!
boom!
The churning dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, and lightning bolts darted through them as the rain intensified.

The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning that covered an area of ​​ten feet suddenly converged on that fist!

Even though Ren Shaoyang's martial arts skills had reached a high level, he still couldn't stop this strange fist that moved "at will".

With a cracking sound, Ren Shaoyang spat out a mouthful of blood. The force in his chest was so strong that his figure flew backward like a shooting arrow, flying dozens of feet before crashing into the cliff with a loud bang.

With a crash, rocks poured down, burying the figure in white.

Upon seeing this, the crowd of heroes watching from afar all screamed in terror.

Han Bai was anxious and quickly jumped off the ship, landing on a small boat. He approached Hongxiu and Ding'an and asked, "Sister Hongxiu, Brother Ding'an, did Brother Shaoyang lose?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "It's still early." As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Lanjiang Island.

"But, but Pang Ban's punch was really terrifying." Han Bai was still a little worried and continued to ask, "Is Brother Shaoyang alright?"

Ding An laughed and said, "Xiao Bai, let me ask you, does Pang Ban usually hit people with a single punch?"

Han Bai thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That's right. He's so strong that he can overpower anyone he beats with his power."

“Yes,” Ding’an said, “then why did you have to pull so many tricks when fighting the cripple?”

"Why?" Han Bai was a little stunned.

"You're so silly!" Hongxiu patted his head. "Because he's not confident of winning, he can only use this to seize the initiative."

"Oh! I understand!" Han Bai suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Sister Hongxiu, isn't this Cheng Yaojin's 'three-pronged attack'? Just to gain the upper hand?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Yes, that makes sense."

Han Bai said, "In other words, if Pang Ban is absolutely stronger than you, he will use his power to suppress you, and even give you enough opportunities to show your ultimate moves, and then crush you little by little. This sense of despair is the origin of his title 'Demon Master'."

"But facing Brother Shaoyang, he wasn't entirely confident, and even had a premonition of defeat. So he started with unorthodox boxing techniques and mental manipulation in order to create a better outcome!"

Han Bai spoke loudly, and as he spoke, he twisted and turned his two fingers like two little figures, constantly analyzing and changing them.

Ding An scratched his head and said, "You're absolutely right."

Han Bai laughed and said, "So, as long as Brother Shaoyang can get through these three blows, won't everything be smooth sailing from here?"

At this moment, Xi Yingzhen, who had been silent until now, said, "Xiao Bai, don't underestimate the Demon Master. Shao Yang's duel with him will definitely not be smooth sailing!"

On Lanjiang Island, Pang Ban looked at the cliff that had collapsed more than halfway, and raised an eyebrow slightly. Then, as if emerging from the ground, he appeared in front of the pile of rubble and threw a punch.

No words can describe the power and speed of that punch.

Without a single frill, it is indescribably wonderful and unparalleled in its power.

It's as if the wind and rain of heaven and earth have been dispersed and gathered together, and all things have been united and struck out fiercely!
boom!
With a powerful punch, a series of cracking sounds rang out, and the rubble flew up like falling leaves!

Just then, an extremely bright sword light, leaping like a shadow, broke through Pang Ban's fist force and slashed down from the air. The sword's momentum was bold and unrestrained, illuminating the dark sky and earth with a deep blue hue.

The fist and sword clashed, producing a loud bang.

Pang Ban felt countless sword energies rushing into his meridians, including masculine, feminine, icy, fiery, ferocious, elegant, turbulent, domineering, flowery, swirling, and many more.

These sword energies were condensed into a single force, and upon contact with the meridians, they suddenly dispersed into a sky full of fireworks, frantically attacking the meridians.

He felt a chill run down his spine: "This kind of supernatural power to control force, is it something Ren Shaoyang comprehended from 'Mind Moves'? It's incredibly powerful!"

Despite these thoughts, Pang Ban did not back down an inch. He waved his sleeves and said loudly, "So what if sword energy is ever-changing? Watch me unleash its full power!"

With a swing of his iron fist, the force was as vast as a galaxy, and he rose up from the ground with a thunderous roar.

(End of this chapter)