Martial Arts: Starting with Bajiquan, I will prove my divine power through the ultimate path!

"What a pity, kid. You could have had the chance to transcend decay."

"In truth, you too could have truly transcended this wicked sea after the ceremony and served by the side of the Holy Son, but unfortunately, you ruined it all yourself!"

Ying Kuang walked towards Shi Wen with light, quick steps.

The murderous intent on his square face grew even stronger.

With each step he took, he grew taller, his Taoist robe being stretched taut by his massive muscles, revealing his enormous body!

When we got to within ten meters of Shi Wen.

He grew to a height of three meters, his size more than doubling.

His entire body resembled a steel skeleton cast from metal, with the muscles and ribs on his chest as solid as tightly packed iron blocks, and his collarbone to pubis as a naturally formed, thick iron plate.

Every time he takes a step.

The mud was too heavy for him to bear as he walked, and the mud went up to his insteps.

Deep footprints were revealed!

"Boy, you must die today!"

boom!!

Ying Kuang left a half-meter-deep crater in his tracks, then charged toward Shi Wen like a cannonball, delivering a straight punch without any attempt to conceal his intentions.

Shi Wen dodged, and the old banyan tree behind him, which was as thick as several people could hug, was instantly smashed into countless wood chips. As the flying wood chips obscured his vision, Shi Wen used his strength from his feet, and ten drops of blood energy surged into his fist, and he suddenly launched a powerful punch that struck Ying Kuang's side.

The fist slammed into his side ribs, but no fleshy sound was heard.

It sounded more like the dull thud of stone striking metal!

The camp remained unmoved, its body seemingly weighing over a thousand pounds.

On the contrary, Shi Wen was pushed back several steps by the recoil, each step leaving a pit more than ten centimeters deep in the ground.

"A clotting period? You sure have something wrong with you!"

Ying Kuang grabbed at him, roaring, "I've investigated you! You've only been cultivating for half a month, how could you possibly have reached the Blood Condensation stage?"

Despite its large size, Yingkang was surprisingly agile.

The enormous, fan-like hand slapped Shi Wen viciously, and the resulting gust of wind stung his face.

"The King of Hell is beckoning!"

Shi Wen leaped up and slammed his fist at the other's palm, but was sent flying by the immense force. However, his legs remained firmly planted like pillars, standing steadily in place.

"Why did your vital energy seep into my palm? And why is it capable of causing explosions and corrosion?"

"Your mastery of martial arts is so proficient?"

Ying Kuang stared at the white spot showing on his palm.

A sinister smile crept across his face. "Interesting, very interesting. A poor kid like him has so much hidden inside?"

"I'll break both your legs first, then I'll have some fun with you!!"

boom!

Yingkang's height has increased again.

His skin was covered with layers of blood membranes, dozens of them, resembling frost, with faint wisps of frost-like vapor clinging to his surface. "Boy, do you know what these things on my body represent? This is a blood membrane!"

"Martial artists in the Yuan Blood stage condense their blood membranes to generate Yuan Blood as rich as lead and mercury, using Yuan Blood to give them a transformative baptism."

"Generally speaking, one can attempt to cultivate blood energy by condensing a blood membrane, but the more blood membranes formed, the stronger the foundation, and the stronger the blood energy condensed upon entering the Refining Energy Realm!"

"My body is forged from 36 layers of blood membranes, making it as indestructible as if cast from bronze and iron, impervious to blades and spears. My body weighs a full 1,600 jin, and my basic strength reaches a staggering 23,000 jin. One palm strike can turn you into a meat patty!!"

"And the Xuanming Hunyuan Technique I cultivate, along with the immortal pills specially bestowed upon me by the Holy Son, makes my primordial blood as cold as frost."

"Wait a minute, I'll crush your legs into ice shards!!"

The camp looked ferocious; as it walked, its feet sank into the ground, eroding the soil and causing a thin layer of frost to form.

Shi Wen did not interrupt the other party.

Instead, they listened silently and memorized the martial arts knowledge they did not understand.

As for why this mad Taoist priest talked so much when he killed him, it was probably because the environment in the Fusheng Society was too oppressive, and he was psychologically abnormal due to being suppressed by others everywhere.

She wanted to find a sense of existence from him.

"23,000 jin of force, 1,600 jin of weight?"

"It is indeed very powerful. I happen to have mastered the breathing technique, but I don't know what stage I am at right now. Perhaps I can use you to test it out."

Shi Wen silently recited in his heart.

There was no fear in his eyes; instead, there was a look of eager anticipation.

Since I mastered the perfect breathing technique last night at midnight.

With each breath he takes, his entire body is tempered, and the tempering process is still progressing rapidly.

He spared no expense in allocating resources.

Gnawing on elixirs, drinking precious blood, eating the flesh of exotic beasts...

Under these circumstances, his physical body was rapidly improving.

Throughout the entire day, he himself had no idea how much his strength had increased or how powerful his physique had become.

All that is known is that he can easily lift a stone lock weighing a thousand pounds with just one finger.

The original two hundred drops of blood essence have now transformed into an incredibly powerful and viscous torrent of fire, raging through the body like a surging river.

As they intertwine, they seem to be sketching something.

And various improvements...

Even he himself didn't know what level he was at now.

Shi Wen originally thought that the breathing technique would bring him a gradual improvement, and that it would take years of accumulation to reach that level.

But I didn't expect the breathing technique to improve so quickly.

Far beyond his imagination!

As Shi Wen was deep in thought, Ying Kuang's muscles tensed instantly, and he leaped up from the spot like a vicious eagle swooping down!

"Well done!"

Shi Wen took a deep breath, and the cool air inside his body surged and roared like a storm, like the low growl of some unknown beast. The rolling blood energy flowed into every muscle like a stream of fire, and his whole body exuded a tungsten-iron luster, faintly revealing a dark reddish-black color with the light of a dark fire.

It feels like it's inside the skin.

It was scorching red-hot lava!

Each muscle looked like a rock that had been baked by the scorching sun.

As Shi Wen truly unleashed his physical strength, his height increased to two and a half meters, and he slammed a palm towards the flying figure!

"die!"

"kill!"

Two voices rang out in succession.

A thunderous sound, like two iron mountains colliding, followed, and the ground beneath their feet simultaneously sank and collapsed, sending dust swirling everywhere.

The camp was filled with murderous intent.

He stared intently at the figure that had only retreated a few steps after exchanging blows with him, a look of disbelief on his face!

Is it blocked?

How could his opponent possibly block his casual strike?

"You really have a big problem."

"Die!"

Ying Kuang's eyes widened in anger, and hundreds of muscles in his upper body tensed up in an instant, making his arm several times thicker, and he came crashing down like a pillar!

"Taibao Shakes the Mountain!"

Shi Wen neither dodged nor flinched, but took a deep breath and channeled it into his arm.

With a palm strike as powerful as a mountain, he was overwhelmed by the immense force of his opponent and was thrown off balance, but his figure remained firmly planted on the ground.

After being sent flying backward, it charged forward again like a cannonball.

"You brat, you must die today!"

Ying Kuang's face was full of murderous intent. He really didn't expect that this kid had hidden so many things.

He began to unleash a devastating attack without reservation. Black and blue patterns appeared on the 36 layers of blood membrane on his body. The frost and coldness permeated into Shi Wen's body as he pushed his palm, causing Shi Wen's blood energy to be eroded by the coldness and his movements to become increasingly slow.

at first.

Shi Wen was still quite wary.

However, it was discovered that the coolness within the body could devour all the invading cold.

Then I felt relieved.

The two were as ferocious as two humanoid beasts, causing the ground to collapse and crack wherever they went.

Countless fragments of stone and mud flew out like cannonballs, smashing through graves and trees with terrifying force!

If we compare physique and strength...

Shi Wen was indeed no match for the camp's situation.

Whenever he was hit by the enemy's powerful, corrosive energy and chilling aura, snowflake-like patterns formed on his body.

Flesh and blood were frozen and shattered, and the blood and qi within the body were frozen.

Every punch and kick from his opponent was incredibly powerful; even if he unleashed his full power, he could probably only reach sixty or seventy percent of his opponent's strength.

If he hadn't taken a big gulp of precious blood before the battle...

The extent of his physical damage is likely even more severe now!

However, in the midst of a fierce battle, the degree to which the breathing technique tempers the body increases tenfold.

He emitted the thunderous roar of tigers and leopards from his body, and stood barefoot on the ground as if he possessed the strength to support the sky. His injured wounds were rapidly healing, giving him the power to fight!

However, after exchanging a hundred breaths...

The trees in this desolate forest were broken, the ground was blown apart, and the place was a complete mess!

Ying Kuang's murderous intent grew stronger and more ferocious, his face contorted with savage rage.

He had thought that the ant he could crush at will actually possessed the strength to contend with him, and no matter how much he unleashed his power, the ant could not die. How could he not be furious?

Especially this time, he acted alone.

Fearing being followed, he deliberately concealed his scent, cutting off any means of being searched.

If this child were to escape now, how would he face the elders?

After fighting for dozens more rounds.

Shi Wen was bleeding profusely, and countless wounds appeared on his body. It was clear that he could not defeat his opponent in a head-on confrontation.

"well……"

Shi Wen stopped dodging and let the enraged Ying Kuang grab his shoulders.

"Damn ant, you finally stopped hiding!"

Ying Kuang was overjoyed and grabbed Shi Wen's neck with his large hand.

Unexpectedly, Shi Wen moved even faster, his hands sliding towards Ying Kuang's neck like eels, and he sighed softly, "Yes, I can't beat you, so I won't dodge anymore."