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Chapter 355 Battle of Celestial Realm Martial Artists
The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were few, only the lanterns hanging high on the eaves of the Zhenwu Hall provided light, faintly illuminating the square outside the Zhenwu Hall.

Supported by the disciples of the Demon Master's Palace, Pang Ban's gaze shifted back and forth between the two people standing ten feet apart in the arena, and a hint of tension unconsciously crept onto his face.

Zhang Songxi and Yu Daiyan, who were watching the battle from the Wudang Sect, were in the same situation.

Compared to the others, Gu Shaoan's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Although Zhang Sanfeng had given Gu Shaoan guidance several times, Zhang Sanfeng's true strength remained a mystery to Gu Shaoan.

An ordinary martial artist at the Celestial Realm might not be able to force Zhang Sanfeng to exert his full strength.

But standing opposite Zhang Sanfeng now is the number one expert of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

The battle between the two also allowed Gu Shaoan to clearly understand how big the gap was between him and a martial artist in the Celestial Realm.

Inside the arena, looking at Meng Chixing opposite him, Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "Actually, if you hadn't come this time, things wouldn't be like this now."

Meng Chixing's voice remained indifferent, but his tone now carried a hint of composure.

"Those who are prepared may outmaneuver those who are unprepared; they may avoid it for a while, but they cannot avoid it forever."

After a pause, Meng Chixing said, "Moreover, my days are numbered. My original intention in coming to the Great Wei Kingdom this time was to visit Wudang again."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng remained silent, but began to circulate the internal energy within his body.

Seeing this, Meng Chixing remained silent.

Two distinct auras began to emanate from Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing respectively.

Gradually, the wind subsided and the chirping of insects disappeared.

A chilling stillness, mixed with a somber atmosphere, began to permeate the mountaintop.

A moment later, Meng Chixing took the lead.

He didn't step forward, nor did he assume any starting stance. Instead, his abyss-like eyes suddenly lit up with two needle-like, captivating glints!

"boom--!"

A vast, pure, and icy spiritual energy, like a tangible black tide, erupted from his center and then spread out in an instant.

The instant Meng Chixing's spiritual energy touched Gu Shaoan, Gu Shaoan's mind jolted, and a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to appear before his eyes.
However, as the effect of the "Immovable as a Mountain" attribute was triggered, the environment that had just filled his mind shattered instantly.

However, compared to Gu Shaoan, it took Gongzi Yu and the others nearly two breaths to successfully break free from the illusion in their minds.

After regaining their senses, even Gongzi Yu, Zhu Wushi, and Gu Santong couldn't help but feel a bit horrified when they recalled what they had just experienced.

At the same time, the bluestone slab beneath Meng Chixing's feet silently cracked and sank, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

Within a five-zhang radius around him, the air distorted slightly, as if all light was being sucked in, forming a blurry, dark outline.

The night breeze naturally swirls around Zhang Sanfeng, causing his robes to flutter slightly, blending him seamlessly with the surrounding nighttime forests, creating an atmosphere as harmonious as a lake.

Gu Shaoan stared intently, feeling as if the ten-zhang space had been split into two worlds by an invisible force.

One is as deep and still as an abyss, the other as pure and ethereal as nature itself.

With Gu Shaoan's current martial arts knowledge, how could he not see that both of them were mobilizing their own martial arts to create a special domain around their bodies by using the method of "converting intention into domain"?

Judging from the current situation, Meng Chixing's domain only covers an area of ​​one zhang around his body, while Zhang Sanfeng has expanded his domain to a range of nearly nine zhang centered on himself.

The superiority or inferiority is immediately apparent.

Seemingly surprised that his own domain was so suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng, Meng Chixing slightly raised his face and then took a half step forward with his right foot.

The moment that half-step was taken, the entire square suddenly trembled.

This tremor was not caused by Meng Chixing stomping the ground, but by the sudden surge of dark energy around him.

Immediately after taking that half-step, Meng Chixing's right hand emerged from his black robe and made a feint towards Zhang Sanfeng.

"boom!"

The air ten feet in front of Zhang Sanfeng suddenly exploded. The invisible pressure and the mental impact condensed to the extreme mixed together, turning into a transparent shock wave that was visible to the naked eye. It lifted and shattered all the bluestone slabs in its path, and rushed forward like a stone dragon roaring.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Sanfeng remained calm.

Just before the stone dragon reached his body, Zhang Sanfeng lightly moved his left foot half a step, and naturally raised his hands from his sleeves, drawing an arc in front of him.

The movements were slow and graceful, like looking at the moon through a window.

The raging stone dragon rushed into the area defined by his arms, its speed suddenly decreasing, as if it had crashed into a sticky substance.

Immediately afterwards, the raging stone dragon, infused with special internal energy and spiritual power, took a strange and erratic trajectory, almost brushing past the sides of Zhang Sanfeng's hempen robe, before carving out two symmetrical arc-shaped stone ridges in the ground.

A glint of light flashed in Meng Chixing's eyes, and he suddenly opened his arms wide.

In an instant, the light in the entire square dimmed, centered on him, as if its radiance had been swallowed up by something invisible.

A cold, heavy, and unsettling force field enveloped the entire area.

The onlookers felt their breath catch in their throats, as if a huge weight was pressing down on their hearts, and they seemed to hear countless tiny, demonic sounds.

In the next instant, Meng Chixing had already crossed ten zhang and appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng, his right fist striking out straight at Zhang Sanfeng's chest without any fancy moves.

Wherever the fist passed, the air produced an extremely compressed explosion, and the pitch-black aura surrounding the fist seemed capable of swallowing even light.

As if summoned by a premonition, streams of heaven and earth power rapidly gathered towards Meng Chixing's fist.

This punch was fast, heavy, and simple, condensing power, speed, and the "sinking" force of heaven and earth to the extreme.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his fist to his chest. He then brought his hands together with a seemingly slow but actually swift motion, pressing down with his left hand and raising his right, which landed precisely on Meng Chixing's wrist and elbow.

There was no direct contact; it was touched and immediately moved away.

But Meng Chixing felt as if the force of the punch was falling into a whirlpool, and involuntarily deviated by three points.

Faced with the change in his own fist force, Meng Chixing, with his rich combat experience, almost simultaneously with his right fist being deflected, his left fist, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, lashed upwards towards Zhang Sanfeng's chin.

The punches became more cunning, the force more concentrated, and the dark energy almost materialized.

The two figures suddenly joined and separated, then collided in an instant.

Meng Chixing's fists were like heavy hammers, like raging waves; each strike caused the ground to tremble slightly and the air to explode.

The most bizarre thing was that Meng Chixing's fist contained a strange corrosive force, which surged like a poisonous insect, trying to burrow into Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Zhang Sanfeng's figure swayed and moved like a lotus leaf in the wind or a fish swimming in the water, amidst the raging storm of his fist techniques.

His hands were always drawing arcs of varying sizes, sometimes leading, sometimes guiding, sometimes pulling, sometimes squeezing, always deflecting and dispersing the thunderous force of the punch at the last second.

His footwork may seem simple, but it subtly aligns with the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, allowing him to always find a sliver of space even in the most dangerous situations.

The ethereal Tai Chi force field clung tightly to his body, continuously dissolving and transforming the encroaching dark corrosive power. In an instant, one could see dark fist energy crisscrossing and clear light flowing in arcs.

The muffled thuds of clashing energies sounded like raindrops hitting banana leaves, occurring in rapid succession.

The two men were surrounded by a ten-zhang-wide area of ​​bluestone slabs that had long since turned to dust. The dust was then swept into the air by the intertwined energy, forming a chaotic gray mist.

Terrifying shockwaves continuously erupted from the two of them.

The seemingly insignificant shockwave was enough to injure even a martial artist who had condensed their Qi into Yuan.

Even Gu Santong, Gongzi Yu, Zhu Wushi, and others felt as if they were on a lone boat at sea, facing a tsunami, when these waves of energy approached. Only when they circulated their own internal energy to condense a wall of internal energy to resist them were they able to remain unharmed.

Gu Shaoan also protected Zhang Songxi, Yu Daiyan, and the others within the condensed qi wall to prevent them from being injured by the force of the qi.

As he watched the battle unfold, Gu Shaoan's expression of amazement grew stronger.

At first, Gu Shaoan was able to barely keep up with the traces of the two fighting.

However, as the two continued to fight, Gu Shaoan began to feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of moves.

Moreover, when the two fought, their timing, their strength, and their moves were all incredibly skillful.

The power of heaven and earth surrounding Wudang surged forth like a swarm of fish, filling the area around the two men.

The moves the two made during their fight, though seemingly simple and ordinary, were actually the result of simplifying their own martial arts techniques and using them in the most direct and effective way.

Speed, power, and versatility have far exceeded the imagination of ordinary martial artists.

Gu Shaoan put himself in that situation and realized that, with his strength, the gap between him and either Zhang Sanfeng or Meng Chixing was too great.

However, watching the two fight, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

In Gu Shaoan's perception, the power of heaven and earth around Meng Chixing was constantly changing, and the power of heaven and earth around him was also constantly flowing into Meng Chixing's moves as he attacked.

Although there was a considerable amount of natural energy gathered around Zhang Sanfeng, Gu Shaoan perceived it as a stagnant pool of water, remaining unchanged from beginning to end.

That feeling was like the power of heaven and earth surrounding Zhang Sanfeng, which was merely an ornament.

Inside the arena, in just over ten breaths, Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing had already exchanged a hundred blows.

Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Meng Chixing suddenly changed his fist technique again. He let out a low shout, and the dark energy around him suddenly receded and was completely absorbed into his body.

The next moment, his speed increased by 30%, and his fists turned into a blurry black afterimage, like countless black meteors crashing down on Zhang Sanfeng.

Instead of pursuing complex changes, he engaged Zhang Sanfeng in battle with the purest speed and power.

Faced with this sudden increase in speed and pressure, Zhang Sanfeng's hands moved faster in arcs, his Tai Chi phantom spinning like a wheel, his movements suddenly slowing down, like an old man practicing his fists.

At the very moment Zhang Sanfeng's movements slowed down, Meng Chixing suddenly felt his entire body filled with thick resistance, causing the area below his head to sink into the mud, and his movements to slow down instantly.

Sensing something was wrong, Meng Chixing's eyes flashed with ferocity. He roared, and his blood and qi surged like a furnace. His skin turned dark red, and steam rose from his pores, scorching the viscous air around him and causing it to distort slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chixing clenched his fists together, raised them high above his head, and gathered the dark energy and the power of heaven and earth around him, all of which were contained to the extreme at the peak of his fists. He seemed to transform into a black giant hammer that wanted to smash the sky, and with an indomitable and all-consuming momentum, he smashed down on Zhang Sanfeng.

His actions were brutal and violent.

Before the fist even landed, the violent air pressure had already created a shallow crater in the ground beneath Zhang Sanfeng's feet, sweeping away all the suspended dust within a radius of several dozen feet.

Faced with this earth-shattering hammer blow, the slowly rotating Tai Chi phantom around Zhang Sanfeng suddenly contracted inward.

In an instant, it converged between his outstretched hands, transforming into a fist-sized Tai Chi ball formed entirely of special energy.

He wrapped his arms around the Tai Chi ball and slowly lifted it upwards.

The movements were incredibly heavy, as if they were supporting not just a burst of energy, but the very fabric of mountains and the universe.

The instant Meng Chixing's fist, as powerful as a giant hammer, made contact with the Tai Chi ball between Zhang Sanfeng's hands, the force, energy, spiritual energy, and power of heaven and earth within the fist were separated and guided.

Part of it was introduced underground, and where Zhang Sanfeng's feet tread, the ground sank and rose in a ring-like pattern, spreading out like waves.

Part of it was swallowed and rotated by the yin-yang tai chi sphere, and the inside of the sphere seemed to be a world of its own, with yin and yang rotating and constantly eroding that destructive power.

However, Meng Chixing's attack was too powerful. The rotation speed of the Tai Chi ball gradually stagnates as it frantically devours the energy, and its surface begins to flicker.

Just as the sphere of light was spinning and about to stop, its old power exhausted and new power yet to emerge, Meng Chixing's attack, which gathered all his essence and spirit, was combined with the power of heaven and earth. Due to the sphere of light's absorption and transformation, a very subtle and fleeting disharmony and discontinuity appeared.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly flicked out his right middle and index fingers, which had been held in a half-open position, and pointed them like swords at Meng Chixing's brow.

This finger strike was silent and stealthy, without the slightest gust of wind breaking through the air.

A tiny glimmer of light at the fingertip, condensed to its fullest extent, is not sharp, but rather gives one a natural feeling like a spring breeze.

A soft, water-drop-like sound rang out, and Meng Chixing, whose brow had been struck by Zhang Sanfeng's finger, trembled violently, his dark red face instantly turning a ghastly gold.

The light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, his raised arms fell limply to his sides, and his burly body trembled violently.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed from Meng Chixing's mouth, and he staggered backward.

One step, two steps, and when he took the third step back, his right knee could no longer support him and he fell to his knees with a "crack," kicking up a cloud of dust as his knee hit the ground.

Meng Chixing, on the other hand, pressed his left fist firmly against the ground to stabilize his body.

Judging from Meng Chixing's complexion, Gu Shaoan could tell that Meng Chixing's internal energy was in complete chaos, his meridians were damaged in many places, and his severely injured body had no strength to fight anymore.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly withdrew his fingers, his hands, which had been clasped in a loose embrace, naturally fell to his sides, and the chaotic sphere of light around him had long since dissipated.

“You are too kind, benefactor.”

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Meng Chixing raised his head and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with astonishment.

"What level have you reached?"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "Several years ago, I happened to have some insights and was able to glimpse a bit of them."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing's face showed a look of sudden realization.

"No wonder, no wonder you had such strength in the battle just now without even drawing upon the power of heaven and earth. No wonder you were completely unaffected by the spiritual techniques of my 'Tibetan Secret Intelligence Book'."

"Zhang Sanfeng, you truly deserve to be called the number one martial artist in the Great Wei Kingdom. In just a hundred years, you have managed to surpass all of us and reach that level first."

In conclusion, Meng Chixing sighed, "It's a pity that my talent isn't enough. Otherwise, if I could savor today's battle, perhaps I could also reach that level."

Listening to the conversation between Meng Chixing and Zhang Sanfeng, Zhu Wushi, Gongzi Yu, Shangguan Jin Hong, and others all showed some strange expressions.

They carefully considered the implications of their words.

(End of this chapter)