Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

"Baka yarou!"

Wu Jiaotian roared, his bones cracking.

Together with the other grandmasters, they rushed towards the god-like and demon-like figure in the center from four different directions.

Even Zhushan, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, struggled to use his remaining left arm to support himself on the ground, trying to get up and fight again.

This battle is no longer a contest of victory or defeat.

Rather, it is the Japanese martial arts that, in the face of absolute power, are merely clinging to their last fig leaf, a pathetic and tragic situation.

Bang bang bang!

The arena transformed into a battlefield of carnage, with fierce winds whipping up and tearing through the air.

The floor, as hard as iron, cracked and flew apart inch by inch under the impact of several tons of force.

Li Chenzhou moved like a dragon, weaving freely through the encirclement of four grandmasters who were fighting for their lives.

His palms flew, sometimes striking like an iron hammer, sometimes smoothing like drawing silk, sometimes squeezing like a collapsing mountain, sometimes pressing like a sinking mountain.

The four fundamental movements of Tai Chi Chuan – Peng, Lu, Ji, and An – can be executed effortlessly and smoothly.

More than three thousand Japanese onlookers had been cheered on by their own country's grand masters.

At this moment, however, they were as if their throats had been choked, and they all fell silent!

The inhuman battle taking place on the field had long exceeded their understanding of "martial arts competition".

The earth groaned, each powerful collision like the crashing and trampling of an ancient beast, the sound of bones shattering as muffled as rolling thunder, exploding from the center of the field and impacting everyone's mind.

The feeling wasn't like five people ganging up on one person; it was more like five out-of-control heavy road rollers colliding with each other.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, making it hard to breathe.

Li Chenzhou moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers, his movements concise to the extreme, each dodge and counterattack carrying absolute control.

Like strolling leisurely in a garden!

During the stalemate, a cold glint flashed in Li Chenzhou's eyes.

His left hand, with its five hook-like fingers, shot out with lightning speed and precisely caught the strange palm that Tamura Naoyoshi was pressing against his chest.

In the center of that palm, a shiny, purplish-black lump, resembling a tumor, was clearly bulging out.

This is the Buddhist secret technique called "Earth Touching Mudra," which involves compressing and condensing the life's accumulated energy and blood into a single point using a secret method. Its hardness far surpasses that of refined steel, and it explodes upon contact, with enough power to split stone tablets and shatter rocks.

"Sizzle!"

Li Chenzhou unleashed a burst of power from his five fingers, like a gentle spring breeze or a steel clamp.

He forcefully grabbed the seemingly indestructible "tumor" and crushed it!

The violent force vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"Um?"

Tamura Naoyoshi's old face changed slightly as he felt an overwhelming force penetrate his very bones, causing his blood and qi to surge.

Li Chenzhou's face was icy cold, his words like ice beads falling onto a jade plate:

"Your footwork, your body like a bowstring, tearing through the wind and splitting the air, resembles the 'Yu Step,' your fist imprints are fierce and powerful, with an ancient meaning, even more like the 'Turning Heaven.' This kind of authentic and orthodox Xuanmen tradition originated from the creation of the ancient Chinese sage emperor Yu the Great. Stepping on the Yu Step, one's body is in harmony with heaven and earth. It has long been lost in our divine land. Where did you steal it from?"

Upon hearing this, the over-ninety-year-old Tamura Naoyoshi's old eyes flashed with surprise, and a sinister smile stretched across his wrinkled face as he responded in fluent and accurate Chinese:

"Hehe... naturally, it was 'obtained' during my 'travels' in your Divine Land back then. You unworthy descendants have been guarding a treasure mountain but not knowing how to access it, casting pearls before swine. Only in my hands has the true meaning of 'Yu Steps' been able to see the light of day again. The martial arts of the Divine Land will ultimately be carried forward and glorified by my Yamato people!"

This old devil's hands are stained with the blood of the people of China!

Li Chenzhou's brows, sharp as knives, suddenly furrowed!

Although he acted in a way that was both righteous and wicked in China, and his methods were ruthless, the blood of the Yellow Emperor flowed in his veins.

Never cooled down!

"court death!"

boom!

Li Chenzhou's aura has completely changed!

A chilling and fierce aura suddenly erupted, indescribable, as if carrying the blood and tears of eight years across the land of China.

The air in the arena was as thick as blood plasma, and all the onlookers were on the verge of suffocating.

"Hahahahaha!"

Naoyoshi Tamura, however, seemed to have grasped at the last straw, laughing maniacally.

"Boy! So what if you possess extraordinary abilities? Even if you slaughter us all today, it won't change the fact that the Yamato race is the most superior race in the world. The treasures of your Shenzhou will ultimately be ours. Watch closely, I still have a move, the 'Heaven-Turning Seal,' another 'spoils of war' from your rich lands back then. Taste it!"

After a series of fierce battles, these Japanese masters were already well aware that defeat was inevitable.

Tamura's move was intended to deliver a final blow to Li Chenzhou's spirit, so that even if he won, he would have to bear the humiliation and anger!

Before he could finish speaking, Tamura Naoyoshi stomped his foot hard.

The blue bricks on the ground shattered with a crash, and his body twisted strangely, stepping on the "Yu Step," his body pulling at the air, as if he had transformed into a black lightning bolt.

The wind howled around him, stirring up dust and pebbles, giving him an air of a great ancient sage communicating with heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, he raised one palm high, his bones and muscles cracked and popped, and his blood and qi surged wildly into his right arm, which instantly became thicker and the skin turned bluish-black like iron.

Before the palm print landed, a terrifying atmosphere of "the sky tilting to the northwest and the earth sinking to the southeast" enveloped the entire area.

It was as if Mount Buzhou had collapsed and the sky had crumbled.

It is precisely the ultimate secret art of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) —

The Heaven-Turning Seal!

The palm print slammed down on Li Chenzhou's head, and the air was compressed into white shockwaves by the force of the palm.

Faced with this desperate attack, Li Chenzhou's eyes flashed, cold and disdainful.

He spoke the truth, his voice booming like a great bell:

"Chinese skills are profound and vast, like the sea of ​​stars. How dare you, mere monkeys in human clothes, steal a few scraps and bark so arrogantly, claiming to be the authentic ones?"

"Today, I'll show you, you frog in a well, what the real—Yu Step! Heaven-Turning Seal—is!"

The words were spoken, and the body moved!

Li Chenzhou's previously rock-solid lower body finally made a move.

He lightly touched forward with his left foot, while his right foot drew an arc, mysterious and unpredictable, as if measuring the latitude and longitude of the heavens and earth.

hum-

This step, taken, is completely different.

It lacked Tamura's piercing shriek; instead, it produced a deep, resonant rumble, like an ancient giant stepping onto the earth.

The air beneath his feet was forcibly pushed aside, and a visible white wave of air rippled outwards from the center of his feet.

The ground cracked inch by inch, and the rubble shot out in all directions as if struck by a giant hammer.

This is the true Yu Step!

One step forward connects with the earth's veins and influences celestial phenomena!

His figure was ethereal and unpredictable, yet he carried a profound sense of power that suppressed all directions, as if he were completely integrated with the land beneath his feet and the sky above his head!

A profound sense of "harmony between man and nature," a hundred times grander, purer, and more mysterious than that of Naoyoshi Tamura, descended upon us.

At the same time, Li Chenzhou slowly raised his right arm. The movement seemed slow, but it contained a terrifying power that could shatter mountains and break through peaks!

With his five fingers slightly spread, the muscles of his knuckles twisted like dragons, and his palm concave, it was as if he were holding a collapsing sky.

His arm muscles vibrated rapidly, producing a buzzing sound, deep and muffled like thunder.

It's the same Heaven-Turning Seal, but when Li Chenzhou uses it, the artistic conception is more than ten or a hundred times stronger.

The sense of "Heaven's Collapse" under Tamura Naoyoshi's palm instantly became pale and laughable in the face of Li Chenzhou's true "Turning Heaven" artistic conception.

It was like a stray dog ​​barking wildly at a divine dragon soaring through the heavens.