All Heavens: Becoming a Saint Begins in Deep Space

If he didn't intervene, Aoki would get injured; if he did intervene, Aoki would also get injured.

Didn't I waste my time?

Wang Li felt increasingly distressed: "No, I can't let my mind wander. Qingmu, lead me there. I want to see who is so vicious."

Wang Li, Wang Xuan, and Qingmu walked over together. It was still at the reed pond in the manor. The surrounding space was quite large, and many people were watching the old-style martial arts practitioners exchange techniques.

"Brother Aoki, you're here again. Do you want to have a proper spar with me?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

The two had only exchanged a few blows casually at first, and no one noticed anything unusual.

"I think I'll pass. It's Xiao Wang who wants to spar with you," Aoki said.

The arrival of Wang Li and Wang Xuan attracted a lot of attention, and many people looked over at the brothers who had been dominating the Congling Mountains.

Wang Li stepped forward and, without exchanging pleasantries with the man, immediately attacked.

After only a few exchanges, Wang Li realized that the unassuming middle-aged man in front of him was a grandmaster, no wonder he had the confidence to attack Qingmu.

"The Palm of Penetrating the Netherworld." Wang Li directly pointed out the old secret technique used by the middle-aged man. After hearing this, many people's gazes towards the middle-aged man instantly changed.

Wang Li exchanged a few blows with him and found that the middle-aged man in front of him was indeed not simple. Before breaking through, it would not be easy to kill him. He was considered a master in the field of old techniques.

"Xiao Wang has made his move, let's go take a look!" Da Wu was by the reeds, accompanying Lao Wu as they watched the people from the old arts field spar.

Wang Li and the middle-aged man fought fiercely, exchanging no less than a hundred blows in just a few minutes. Wang Li wanted to use the middle-aged man as bait, as he didn't believe that only the middle-aged man himself would dare to attack them.

Wang Li mentally estimated the time; about fifty more moves had passed, and he figured it was about time.

He then took a deep breath and threw a punch that created an afterimage, shattering the air in front of him with a sonic boom. The middle-aged man was caught off guard and unable to defend himself.

Wang Li punched the middle-aged man squarely in the chest, sending him flying seven or eight meters away, breaking many of his ribs.

In the distance, Zhong Qingsu, with her face bare and delicate features, was quite surprised to see the punch. She turned to look at the old man beside her, her gaze seemingly asking something.

"No, even I, an old man, couldn't withstand that punch. This punch is pure, built on Wang Kong's powerful physique. There are no fancy moves, just pure brute force." The old man paused and lowered his voice, "I suspect that this young man in front of me is not just at the Grandmaster level, but at the pinnacle of Grandmaster. I think that with two more years of honing his skills, he will become a newly promoted Grandmaster."

"After receiving the definite answer, Xiao Zhong was immediately stunned and walked over with light steps." Wang Li's expression was calm, as if he had just swatted away some kind of fly.

"There were clearly people in the crowd who knew the inside story. They knew that the middle-aged man who had just been sent flying had secretly broken through to the Grandmaster level two years ago, and was not weak even in the Grandmaster realm. They were secretly shocked."

Thinking to himself, Wang Li's performance was already very close to the pinnacle of the Grandmaster level. Even in their current camp, there were very few people at the pinnacle of the Grandmaster level.

"Friend, you've gone too far. You hurt someone with a single punch, sending him flying several meters away with a single blow. His chest is caved in. How could you be so cruel?" Someone came over and spoke up for the injured man.

He wasn't alone; four or five people suddenly rushed up and surrounded Wang Li, their emotions running high.

Outside the crowd, Wang Xuan and Qingmu remained calm, showing no concern for Wang Li. They had already known from within the inner realm that Wang Li had broken through to the Grandmaster level, and that one of them was enough to kill them all.

"To commit a crime in public and still remain so calm," a middle-aged man said, pointing at Wang Li with righteous indignation.

"You've mastered the Tongyou Palm, feigning to get close, but actually intending to strike. That's your accusation. A group of you are all grandmasters, pretending to suppress yourselves and spar with Qingmu, but actually wanting to cripple him," Wang Li said coldly.

Seeing that they had been exposed, the group of people stopped suppressing themselves, and different kinds of light emanated from each of them.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "They're people using the new techniques! They're pretending to be people using the old techniques, getting close with malicious intent!"

Almost simultaneously, Wang Li showed no mercy and made the first move.

He flashed and appeared like a ghost in front of a burly new master of martial arts. He was so fast that many onlookers did not even see his movements.

Wang Li's palm was like a knife, slashing towards the man's neck. The burly master instinctively raised his hand to resist, but felt an overwhelming force coming towards him. His arms felt like they had been hit by a steel hammer, and a clear "crack" sound of bones breaking rang out. The intense pain almost made him faint.

Immediately afterward, Wang Li swept out with lightning speed, kicking the burly master in the stomach. The burly man in front of him flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, unable to move.

call!

The air exploded, and the resonant light of the four people either condensed into knives or swords.

The four men slashed at Wang Li's head, heart, dantian, and waist from all directions.

Wang Li remained calm and composed, neither moving nor dodging. The seventh level of the Golden Body Technique gave him enough confidence. Wang Li let them slash at him, but simply reached out and grabbed the arm of a Grandmaster. The man felt as if his arm was firmly locked by a pair of iron clamps, unable to move.

Wang Li delivered a punch to the man's back, and the man was immediately struck by the immense force, coughing up blood and breaking his spine.

Immediately, Wang Li activated the Bodhisattva Fist, causing his internal organs to vibrate. Bang bang bang, the light around the remaining three was scattered, their chests collapsed, and they were sent flying backward.

The speed was simply too fast; Wang Li's displayed strength was still at the pinnacle of a grandmaster.

The few people who were beaten and lying on the ground were, after all, grandmasters. Although their injuries were serious, they were not enough to kill them.

Wang Li coldly looked at the group: "If it weren't for not wanting to splatter blood on Old Chen's place, I wouldn't have let you new people dare to act like this."

The people on the ground struggled to their feet, their eyes bloodshot. They realized that they were still far from reaching the pinnacle of Grandmaster. This time, they were essentially crippled, and even if they recovered from their injuries, their strength would drop below that of a Grandmaster.

If they cause trouble again later, it won't be that simple.

Old Wu's head was throbbing. What kind of logic was this? He crippled them and then told his enemies not to hate him.

Several people were carried away for treatment. Among the crowd, someone glanced at Wang Li with a gloomy expression before turning and leaving.

Soon, four people appeared. The leader was a blond man who looked to be in his thirties. He made a fist with his right hand, and a golden spear appeared in his hand.

"Supernatural matter condensation! This person has the ability to manipulate matter!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Without saying a word, the blond man hurled his spear from a distance. As it approached Wang Li, it exploded, creating a large crater in the ground.

Wang Li's figure moved like lightning, disappearing from his original spot and rushing towards the four people. During this time, two more spears were thrown at Wang Li, but Wang Li neither dodged nor avoided them, and smashed them with two punches.

In an instant, Wang Li rushed to their side. None of them were weak; they had all reached the Grandmaster level.

The blond man conjured a long sword in his hand.

With a swift movement, Wang Li dodged the attack by flashing a sharp, cold light from his longsword.

One of them was full of energy, and a white streak of crimson light seemed to condense before his eyes, striking Wang Li directly with his spiritual energy.

Wang Li's spiritual realm underwent multiple qualitative changes, even breaking through to the Grandmaster level. He merely glared at that person, who immediately covered his head with both hands and rolled on the ground in agony.