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"Mountain-Splitting Fist!"

Zhang Yu let out a low shout, and his internal energy circulated at full power. The vast and scorching innate true energy surged out and gathered on his right fist.

He lowered his waist and stood at attention, adopting the opening stance of the Yong'an Marquis's introductory boxing technique—the Mountain Opening Fist.

There was no other way. Zhang Yu had spent three years cultivating diligently before, and only reached the first rank of cultivation. Being able to master a low-level fist technique was already the limit.

As for the system, it only rewards one martial arts technique after ten days in prison, and it's not time yet.

Seeing Zhang Yu's crude starting stance, almost everyone in the prison was stunned, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion.

Mountain-Splitting Fist?

The name sounds impressive, but it's actually just the most basic introductory boxing style. The moves are simple and direct, and the power generation is rough.

In families or sects with a bit of history, these are used to lay the foundation for newly initiated disciples; they don't even qualify as martial arts skills.

In a fight of even a slightly higher level, no one would use this kind of thing.

Zhang Yu, you are a master of the Innate Realm, so why are you using such low-level moves to try and take the killing blow of a Grandmaster swordsman head-on?

At the very least, you could dodge it!

This isn't just being arrogant, this is downright... courting death!

Moreover, it's an extremely foolish and pointless way to commit suicide!

Xiao Xuan, who had initially held a sliver of hope for Zhang Yu, believing that he might have some hidden trump card, suddenly frowned deeply.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

He is neither a reincarnation of a powerful being nor possesses any special inheritance.

Otherwise, in a life-or-death situation, why would one resort to such crude and inadequate martial arts techniques?

Xiao Xuan even began to doubt his own judgment, feeling that Zhang Yu was doomed, and even regretted betting on Zhang Yu.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhang Heng laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he had seen the biggest joke in the world:

"Zhang Yu, my good brother, are you scared out of your wits?"

Or did they know they were doomed, so they decided to throw caution to the wind and try to make us laugh in this way?

How to use the Mountain-Opening Fist to counter Senior Sword's Autumn Water Sword?

You are... utterly ridiculous, hopelessly stupid!

Qin Xuehua and Qin Zhen felt a pang of heartache upon seeing Zhang Yu, the only heir of the Duke's family, act recklessly.

A complex emotion flashed in Qin Xuehua's eyes, but more than anything, it was an indescribable sorrow and despair.

For herself, and for her only son who was about to die.

Qin Zhen closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

Regardless of Zhang Yu's identity, he was ultimately his grandson by blood. Seeing him die such a foolish and tragic death inevitably brought a bitter feeling to his heart.

The last trace of interest in Jian Wuwei's eyes vanished, leaving only pure indifference and disdain, as if he were just crushing an ant on the roadside.

However, just when everyone thought Zhang Yu was doomed and the outcome was a foregone conclusion—

"BOOM—!!!"

The fist collided squarely with the condensed, azure sword energy, as clear as autumn water.

There was no devastating cutting sound as everyone had expected, nor the bloody scene of Zhang Yu being torn apart by a single sword.

With a deafening roar, a violent and unparalleled shockwave exploded outwards from the point of impact.

The bluestone slabs on the prison floor were instantly shattered into dust, the fragments shooting out like bullets and striking the surrounding iron bars with a dense clanging sound.

What shocked everyone even more was—

That incomparably sharp Autumn Water Sword Qi, capable of easily slaying ordinary peak-stage Innate Realm cultivators, actually... froze when it came into contact with Zhang Yu's fist, which was enveloped in blazing golden-red true energy.

No, it's not just a stalemate.

On Zhang Yu's seemingly ordinary fist, golden-red true energy surged wildly, actually scorching the indestructible sword energy, causing it to hiss and dim at a visible speed.

Zhang Yu himself only swayed violently, his feet sinking more than half a foot into the ground.

But that punch actually blocked the sword strike from the grandmaster Jian Wuwei.

The two sides are evenly matched!

Although Zhang Yu was clearly at a disadvantage and suffered a hidden loss, he did indeed manage to block the attack.

There was no rout, no instant defeat.

"How is that possible?!"

"This...this..."

Am I seeing things?

"Mountain-Splitting Fist... blocked the Grandmaster's sword?"

"Is he really born with it?!"

After a brief silence, the prison erupted in a cacophony of incredulous gasps and gasps of shock.

Xiao Xuan's eyes widened suddenly as he stared intently at the upright figure amidst the smoke and dust. His previous doubts vanished instantly, replaced by a deeper shock and a hint of ecstasy!

"He blocked it! He actually blocked it."

It wasn't martial arts skills, but his true energy, and his physical body, that scorching and domineering true energy.

This is definitely not ordinary innate true energy.

As a grandmaster, Xiao Xuan had incredibly sharp eyesight and instantly realized that Zhang Yu was able to block the sword strike not because of his crude "Mountain-Splitting Fist" technique.

He relied on the incredibly high quality and absurdly powerful true qi within his body, as well as the terrifying physical strength that far surpassed that of his peers and was even comparable to that of a Grandmaster in the early stages of body refinement.

Overcome skill with force; one force can subdue ten techniques.

Qin Xuehua and Qin Zhen also suddenly opened their eyes.

Qin Xuehua was shocked, and her eyes revealed an indescribable emotion.

Qin Zhen trembled all over, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Zhang Yu, as if he were seeing his grandson for the first time.

Zhang Heng's arrogant laughter stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat. His face turned red, and his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

He couldn't understand it, and he couldn't accept it!

That was a sword strike from a grandmaster!

How could that bastard Zhang Yu possibly stop him?

And it's using that kind of trashy boxing technique?

The coldness and disdain on Jian Wuwei's face froze instantly, turning into a look of surprise and doubt.

He knew all too well the power of his sword strike; although he hadn't used his full strength, it was enough to instantly kill any peak-stage Innate Realm expert.

But Zhang Yu actually accepted it, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

"This boy's true energy... is so domineering and intense."

The quality is so high that it's unheard of.

And his physical strength... Could it be that he has also cultivated some extremely advanced body-refining technique?

Jian Wuwei's mind raced, and his gaze toward Zhang Yu was no longer that of an ant, but rather held a hint of seriousness, and... an even stronger greed.

"For him to withstand a Grandmaster's attack while only at the Innate Realm, he must be hiding a shocking secret."

Master Huichen, who had been keeping his head down, slightly raised his eyelids, a strange light flashing in his usually calm eyes.

He gave Zhang Yu a deep look and whispered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, well done, well done."

It's unclear whether they were marveling or feeling regret.

Hu Qingxuan almost dropped the communication jade token in her hand. Her mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, and her beautiful eyes were filled with excitement and curiosity as she quickly typed:

"Sisters, an amazing plot twist!"

That Zhang Yu was the illegitimate son of the royal family of Dong Sheng Kingdom. He actually used the most rubbish "Mountain-Splitting Fist" to block a Grandmaster's sword strike.

My goodness, I underestimated him.

To directly confront a Grandmaster with one's innate cultivation level is something only the top ten on the Jade Flower Prefecture's Prodigy Ranking can accomplish.

He survived a master's sword strike without dying, and was not even seriously injured.

With this punch that overturned everyone's perception, Zhang Yu instantly changed everyone's opinion of him.

This suddenly made the seemingly one-sided encirclement and attack more unpredictable and confusing.