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

"What?! Impossible!"

Tamura Naoyoshi's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the sinister smile on his face was replaced by fear.

He felt as if he had become the Six-Eared Macaque in Chinese mythology who tried to impersonate the Monkey King, and in the face of true supernatural power, his true colors were revealed and his ugly side was exposed.

A chill ran through him from the depths of his soul, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

The Japanese onlookers, just a moment ago, were feeling a morbid excitement and a twisted sense of "pride" as they watched Naoyoshi Tamura demonstrate Chinese skills and use them to mock his opponent.

look--

The treasures of your divine land have become the weapons of our great Japanese warriors. Even if we lose the contest, we win in terms of culture.

We are the most outstanding nation in "learning"!

However, this humble sense of pride vanished instantly, like snowflakes under the scorching sun, when Li Chenzhou truly revealed the vast and profound meaning of those two divine skills.

Like a mirage, it shattered with a crash.

Before Li Chenzhou's "Tianfan Seal" even landed, the aura of "the pillars of heaven breaking, the earth's axis collapsing, and the sky overturning" had already spread out.

Compared to that, Tamura Naoyoshi's powerful palm strike was pitifully small and laughably fragile.

Boom!

The two "Heaven-Turning Seals" collided with a deafening roar, like two meteors.

There was no stalemate, no probing, only a crushing and overwhelming defeat.

Click!

puff-

The sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing rang out simultaneously.

Under Li Chenzhou's palm print, Tamura Naoyoshi's arms broke, twisted, and exploded inch by inch!

White, blood-stained bone fragments pierced through the tattered flesh.

"ah--!"

The scream had just escaped his throat—

Li Chenzhou's palm print did not stop at all, and continued to press down, landing solidly on Tamura Naoyoshi's crown.

Pfft—

A loud bang, nauseating and utterly depressing.

Tamura Naoyoshi's entire head, along with a large portion of his upper body, exploded and shattered instantly, like a rotten tomato struck by a ten-thousand-ton press.

Red, white, pink...

Various viscous substances splattered everywhere, indescribable in nature.

The ground was cracked, and a large patch of steaming minced meat was spread on it, a shocking sight.

Only a headless, twisted lower body remained standing for half a second before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"hiss--!"

"Ahhh—! Grandmaster Tamura!"

"Baka! Demon!"

After a deathly silence, the crowd of onlookers completely broke down, their fear distorted.

They had never seen such a bloody and violent death.

Their grandmaster, a monument to martial arts, a legend of martial arts, was actually smashed into mud with a single palm strike.

That divine skill, which originated in China but was stolen and proudly learned by them, turned out to be so vulnerable in front of its true owner.

That pitiful illusion of "cultural victory" was utterly shattered by this bloody blow.

"Murder!"

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

"We can't let him go! He committed murder! He must be punished according to Japanese law!"

The crowd was shouting hysterically.

They tried to restrain this humanoid beast with their "rules of civilization".

Li Chenzhou, who was in the middle of the arena, ignored the commotion around him.

His eyes held only a chilling killing intent, like a wildfire that not only did not extinguish but burned even more fiercely.

"I spared your lives because I knew you had worked hard to learn martial arts and this battle was just for you to practice your skills."

Li Chenzhou's voice was icy, devoid of any human emotion, "But these beasts, driven by their own nature, have sought their own demise. So—die!"

After he finished speaking, murderous intent surged like boiling water!

He took another step, demonstrating the Yu-style footwork.

hum!

boom!

His figure was like a ghost, and wherever he passed, the air was violently torn apart. He appeared in front of Takeyama Daichi and Kikume Ennosuke, who had already been severely injured.

It was still that extremely powerful and fierce seal, representing divine punishment—the Heaven-Turning Seal.

Bang! Thud!

Snap! Boom!

Two slaps!

Just two palm strikes!

Like smashing two ripe watermelons, the top of the bamboo branch burst open, red and white spraying three feet high.

Kikume Ennosuke's chest cavity was completely caved in, and his spine pierced through his flesh, protruding grotesquely.

The two corpses were blasted away and crashed heavily against the dojo wall in the distance, leaving two glaring blobs of blood.

Next goal—

Known as the "Demon Sword of the East," it is Ito Oto, whose skill level is the highest.

Seeing his three companions die in an instant, Ito Osamu felt a fierce, all-consuming aura wash over him, overcoming his fear.

He roared:

"You killed my comrade! If Ito dies today, you will die with him!"

Clang—!

The cherry blossom-shaped longsword at his waist transformed into a sharp, cold glint.

With a flash of light, an intensely concentrated killing intent locked onto Li Chenzhou. Itō Osamu seemed to become one with the blade, moving with it and the blade drawing power from him.

The blue bricks beneath his feet turned to dust, and his figure seemed to teleport, covering a distance of more than ten meters in one step. The cold light carried the determination to cut through everything, and went straight for Li Chenzhou's neck.

It was his long-awaited, deadly strike!

The demonic sword is drawn, and even gods and demons tremble in fear!

however!

Li Chenzhou's eyes remained cold and indifferent. Facing this deadly strike that was enough to kill an expert of the same level, he simply raised his right hand unhurriedly.

With long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, they now seemed to have transformed into five divine pillars that could shake the heavens and the earth.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Five crisp metallic clangs rang out, almost in a single line, as his five fingers moved faster than the limits of vision, striking different parts of the blade five times in a lightning-fast sequence.

Boom——!

The renowned sword "Sakura Snow," forged through countless hammer blows, snapped into five pieces, as fragile as glass.

The instant the long sword snapped in two, Li Chenzhou followed closely, grabbing Ito O's right wrist, which was holding the sword.

Click! Click!

A series of sickening cracking sounds rang out.

Ito felt an irresistible force instantly destroy his entire arm, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black.

"Want to die a glorious death?" Li Chenzhou's voice was as cold as ice. "I'll grant your wish! You're not worthy of anything else!"

Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his arm and easily lifted Ito's body, which weighed over 100 pounds, as if he were a chick.

"Ugh—!"

Ito Osamu's body transformed into a human-shaped cannonball, slamming into the last remaining grandmaster—the judo god, Takeda Sakae.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Takeshi Takekata's mind went blank, and he instinctively reached out to catch Ito.

But suddenly his vision blurred!

A strong wind is blowing in my face!

A chilling aura of death instantly gripped him.

puff!puff!

Two powerful forces pierced through metal and stone, instantly striking his eyes and causing his eyeballs to burst.

"Ugh—!"

Excruciating pain overwhelmed his senses. In an instant, Takeshi Tadashi felt a giant, iron-like hand press down on his head, and a tremendous force slammed him violently to the ground.

Boom!

A deafeningly loud bang!

The hard, unyielding bluestone ground was smashed into a deep crater. Wu Jiaotian's head exploded at the bottom of the crater, red and white matter seeping into the soil.

At the same time, Li Chenzhou's right foot, like a mountain crashing down, landed on the neck of the thrown Ito man.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound of a neck bone breaking rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Li Chenzhou looked down at Ito, who was still conscious.

"Now, as you wish!"

With a slight push of his feet, Ito's head tilted to one side, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out completely.