I am a high-level martial arts master.

Outside the Jieyou General Store in Tianjin.

With Zhang Chengjun's victory, the entire city was instantly immersed in immense jubilation!

The old master had just been repeatedly defeated by the strongman from the Eagle Country and was surely going to die.

He then broke through in the face of death, comprehended the true meaning of the Elixir Embracing Realm, and killed the Eagle Country's strongman with a single punch!

"Master Zhang is mighty! May Chinese martial arts prosper forever!"

"See that? You foreign devils! This is my Chinese martial arts!"

"Beyond the Transformation Realm lies the Embracing the Elixir! The path of martial arts is not yet closed!"

"Waaah... Father! Can you see this from heaven? We won!"

Countless people surged into the streets, waving their fists, tears welling in their eyes, shouting hoarsely.

The humiliation and indignation that had been suppressed for too long were finally released in this battle!

Ye Li could see that the entire fortune of China seemed to have been injected with a powerful stimulant, and national pride and martial arts beliefs had reached their peak at this moment! This was the will of hundreds of millions of people, a complete eruption after a desperate reversal!

"We really won!" Yue Yao exclaimed, looking at Ye Li with delight.

"See? I told you Old Zhang could turn things around."

"It's also because he proved himself capable!" Ye Li commented.

The good fortune of those thousands of people is merely a matter of going with the flow; sufficient accumulation is required to ignite it.

His seemingly random words left Yue Yao with a strange expression, but she didn't dwell on it; her face flushed with the satisfaction of victory.

However, this nationwide jubilation lasted for less than ten breaths!

Because the cosmic projection screen in the sky was not turned off, trillions of compatriots clearly captured the breathtaking scene atop the North Sea: in space, several enormous starships, each occupying tens of kilometers in size, their cold metallic hulls revealed under the starlight. Star-destroying cannons, powerful enough to pierce stars, protruded from within, gleaming with a blinding white light!

Even through the projection screen, the terrifying energy fluctuations sent shivers down the spines of all the viewers!

The target of the cannon was none other than Zhang Chengjun, who was unconscious and dying on the ice.

Inside the starship, the white men who had bet heavily on Oleg were filled with rage:

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey! That Oleg is a complete waste of money too! All my bets are gone!"

"Fuck! Kill that yellow-skinned monkey! I don't want to see these East Asians again!"

This blatant scene instantly ignited outrage among countless compatriots across China!

"Inconsistent!"

"Shameless! Despicable!"

"What are these white devils trying to do! Are they trying to kill us to silence us?"

"Master Zhang just won a life-or-death battle for us! How dare they?"

On the streets of Tianjin, ecstasy instantly turned into raging fury!

The crowd that was just cheering suddenly erupted into a deafening roar and curses!

The wine bowls were smashed to pieces on the ground, the tables and chairs were overturned, and countless people pointed at the light screen, trembling with rage, wishing they could rush into the light screen and fight it to the death! Despair and grief swept over like a tsunami, a hundred times greater than before!

The newly rising sense of national pride was instantly trampled into the ground, igniting the most violent anger in everyone's hearts!

And at the top of Beihai.

In the frigid vacuum of space, several planet-destroying cannon beams, powerful enough to annihilate planets, tore through space, carrying a deathly white light that annihilated everything, and ruthlessly blasted down towards the two tiny figures on the ice!

Yang Shaohou held Zhang Chengjun firmly with one hand, and never even put his other hand down.

Faced with the torrent of energy powerful enough to pierce through the star's core, his pale face was filled with a chilling aura.

A hint of murderous intent, fueled by rage, flickered in his eyes!

"court death!"

A cold snort, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounded in the vacuum of space!

The area within a radius of millions of miles trembled violently under this roar, and even space itself seemed to buzz.

When martial arts reach the Gang Jin level, one becomes like a terrestrial immortal, completely transcending the mundane world!

At this level, a master of internal strength not only gathers their vital energy within their body, but can even distort the rules of space and time, striking outwards through the air. They can unleash the power of their entire body, transforming it into internal energy.

This step achieves a dual circulation system, both inside and outside the body, meaning the external environment is also part of the internal system!

With a flick of his sleeve, Yang Shaohou unleashed a burst of powerful energy that protected his entire body!

The beam of the planet-destroying cannon, powerful enough to burn a planet's surface into glass and blast a continental shelf into dust, fell as light!

But when they were still a hundred miles away from Yang Shaohou, it was as if they had run into an invisible and intangible wall of sighs!

"Buzz!!!"

The blinding white light exploded wildly on the invisible barrier of qi, turning into billions of blazing streams of energy fire, like towering waves crashing against reefs, scattering in vain!

A hundred miles away, the icy plains instantly turned crimson!

The ancient ice, harder than steel, didn't even have time to vaporize before being crushed into a stream of particles by the violent energy shockwave!

The earth was instantly evaporated, forming a terrifying, bottomless crater, from which billowing smoke and plasma storms rose!

The shockwave, like a world-ending ring, spread outward at the speed of light, silently obliterating the ice peaks and snow-capped mountains within a thousand miles!

However, at the heart of this destructive storm...

Yang Shaohou steadily supported the barely breathing Zhang Chengjun with one hand, while maintaining the gesture of flicking his sleeve with the other.

His simple clothes fluttered in the turbulent energy currents that could tear a starship apart, but his full head of white hair remained perfectly still.

The golden protective barrier, like a fortress, kept all destruction at bay.

Within the barrier, all was calm and still, not even a single snowflake disturbed the peace.

On Yang Shaohou's clear face, only his deep eyes held a chilling killing intent that, like a tangible cold current, pierced through millions of miles of void and precisely locked onto those starships.

"FUCK! These lunatics! Idiots!!"

Inside the starship's command center, a high-ranking Freemason wearing a monocle, his composure completely gone, his face ashen, roared furiously into the communication channel: "Who gave them permission to fire? That's internal energy! Internal energy comparable to a sage's!"

"You bunch of gamblers with shit-filled brains, what do you think a Star Destroyer is? In Gang Jin's eyes, what's the difference between it and a toy!" The other members in suits and ties were equally pale and horrified.

They knew better than anyone that technological weapons were extremely weak against martial artists who had honed their physical bodies and wills to the extreme!

For martial artists of the Gang Jin level, the cicadas sense the coming autumn wind before it even blows!

Within the cone of light lies destiny!

The moment your murderous intent emerges, it can be detected by the opponent at the speed of light!

Unless it exceeds the opponent's perception and is launched at faster-than-light speed beyond their mind, they will detect it before they even make a move.

With the enemy already on guard, the trajectory of the cumbersome energy weapon, the Star Destroyer, is as slow as a snail in the face of the powerful perception and spatial control of the Qi Realm martial artist!

"Oh no... I've angered him..."

Another Freemason looked at the main screen with a trembling voice.

Sure enough, in the scene, Yang Shaohou, who was in the eye of the storm of destruction but was unharmed, slowly closed his five fingers.

Even though it was just a slow clenching of the fist, it felt like holding a blazing star in the palm of my hand.

That sentiment transcended the screen, pressing down on the hearts of all viewers as information, making everyone feel unprecedented pressure.

It was a strange feeling; the figure was clearly millions of miles away, yet it felt incredibly close.

Beneath this clenched fist lies the power of the stars!

Everyone swallowed silently; even through the screen, they could feel the ferocity of that punch.

Ye Li's pupils contracted slightly, then he suddenly laughed:

"Interesting. Martial artists who have reached the Gang Jin level have already slightly transcended the boundaries of the natural rules."

The old man gazed at the vacuum of space millions of miles away. The instant he made his move, his eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, as he extended his fist from afar. "Thud!"

A deafening shattering sound echoed, a terrifying shockwave caused by space being pierced through by extreme power!

An invisible fist imprint instantly traversed space and time, slamming into the starship's shield, which was strong enough to withstand an asteroid impact.

The next moment, what happened left everyone speechless.

Under this punch, the Star Destroyer did not shatter or explode, but flattened out instantly!

Under the old man's full-force attack, the starship, which was tens of kilometers in size, was forcibly blasted into two-dimensional spacetime!

The starship, which originally had three dimensions (length, width, and height), was forcibly turned into a flat plane with no thickness!

This is like turning a sandcastle into a sand painting!

The entire massive starship, along with the life within it, was blasted from a three-dimensional existence into a two-dimensional one by Yang Shaohou under this punch!

The whole process took only a moment.

The ship's structure collapses, extends, and flattens in an instant.

The menacing turrets, the intricate piping, the terrified, contorted human figures… everything transformed at the speed of light into a gigantic, abstract painting! "Hitting people is like hanging a painting!"

Above Tianjin, countless martial artists who witnessed this scene gasped in shock, their blood boiling with excitement!

This is a technique from the legends of Chinese martial arts.

Supernatural powers can only be displayed when one's control over power reaches its pinnacle!

To force a living, three-dimensional existence into two dimensions, creating an eternal painting!

Yang Shaohou's actions did not stop!

The second punch! The third punch! The fourth punch!

Each punch was accompanied by a heart-pounding thud in the air.

"No! Stop! Mr. Yang! This is a misunderstanding!!" In the Freemason command room, the man with the monocle tried to explain.

But Yang Shaohou's eyes were as cold as ice, unwavering in the slightest.

Their only response was a devastating fist that came from afar, impossible to dodge or defend against!

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

One! Two! Three...

In an instant, Yang Shaohou unleashed fifteen punches in mid-air.

One after another, massive starships were blasted into two-dimensional spacetime under the gaze of billions of shocked and bewildered eyes.

Only fifteen bizarre and distorted two-dimensional abstract paintings remain in the original location!

These paintings float in the sea of ​​stars, silently telling the terrifying power of the martial arts masters.

Yang Shaohou slowly withdrew his fist, and the golden aura around his body, which was as solid as a substance, slightly subsided.

He glanced down at Zhang Chengjun, whose life force was waning, in his hands. A fleeting, almost imperceptible pity flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by a deeper, colder chill. Zhang Chengjun had grasped the Dao of Core Formation; in the ancient, spiritually abundant environment, nourished by a vast amount of spiritual energy, his strength should have skyrocketed instantly. But now, with the Heavenly Gate severed and no extraordinary material to nurture him, Zhang Chengjun, let alone break through, with his life force depleted, might only live for a few months. He ignored the white figures in the distance, silent and trembling under the power of the罡劲 (gang qi).

After doing all this, Yang Shaohou's figure quietly disappeared from the spot, leaving everyone with endless imagination.