Chapter Thirty-Four: One Sword for Six Fists

  Dong Dong Dong!

  The sound of clashing metal was incessant, the speed of this light was as fast as the sword. The light was boundless, and so was the sword. It struck Lin Huang's body, leaving behind shallow white marks. The seven people were shocked and trembling with fear, until the leader coldly shouted: "Change formation!"

  At a single command, seven people moved in unison, changing and transforming, their feet stomping out a rhythmic pattern, their swordsmanship shifting, majestic, scorching hot, like the stars transforming into a blazing sun.

  "Open Sesame!"

  With a loud shout, the sword's momentum changed, its aura majestic and powerful. The originally undulating Star River suddenly condensed, split apart, and transformed into seven scorching suns. One sword strike was like one sun charging forward.

  Seven days rise into the air, transformed into seven long swords that pierce through, each sword seemingly carrying a scorching power of a giant sun, overwhelmingly powerful beyond imagination.

  Lin Huang's face was pale, his finger joints cracked, a spark of fire ignited in the palm of his hand, and with a grasp, it turned into a lotus flower of flames, flickering, blooming, wrapping around the seven long swords that pierced the sun.

  Suddenly, after the silent and soundless blooming of the flame lotus flower, seven long swords were grasped in Lin Huang's palm.

  The seven people in the Zhen Wu Dojo were shocked and disbelieving.

  Lin Huang's palm turned over, his powerful strength twisted, and the seven people exclaimed in unison. The long sword flew out of his hand, his body flipped over, and he fell to the ground. His feet stepped forward in succession, taking advantage of the moment to change formation.

  "Tiān jī!"

  One loud and clear cry, the leader of the seven men suddenly transformed into a ray of light, the other six people groaned in unison, turned their hands to their chest, spat out a mouthful of heart's blood, stretched out their fingers, and wrote six bloody characters in mid-air, which were superimposed on the body of the leader. In an instant, the leader was completely transformed into a sword light, his body turning into a sword, with a tragic and stirring aura.

  As if in the final days of heaven and earth, fighting for that one thread of life.

  This sword is fast, accurate and ruthless.

  But what's even more breathtaking is the kind of momentum displayed, a desperate struggle between life and death, with only a thin line separating them.

  Lin Huang's eyes lit up, unexpectedly these seven people were also decisive, under his pressure, they broke through again, abandoning life and death, stabbing out a fierce sword.

  "Kill him!" The disciples of the Zhen Wu Dojo growled in unison, their eyes fixed intently on Lin Huang.

  This is a sword that will either bring life or death, if this one strike doesn't succeed, they will only have one outcome - death.

  Lin Huang stepped forward, raised his hand, and clenched his fist. Without making any gestures, this punch suddenly transformed into a vast ocean. The sword pierced through, but it was as if it had encountered an invisible force, exerting immense pressure that shocked the man who had merged with his sword.

  "This fist is called Water!"

  Lin Huang nodded, acknowledging their battle formation. His fist technique changed, and a brilliant light burst forth. The sea surged, and a massive creature emerged from the waves, its head raised high. Its voice was loud and clear, rising suddenly.

  "Will you become a giant turtle?!"

  The disciples of Zhenwu Hall were also knowledgeable and saw the origin of the giant beast in Lin Huang's fist at a glance, exclaiming in surprise and disbelieving.

  In legend, there is a divine Kunpeng, whose body transforms into the vast ocean, with the power to rise straight up to the ninth heaven and eclipse the sun and moon.

  Lin Huang obtained this water fist technique which is the intention of Kun Peng. Kun has no quantity, Peng has no boundary.

  One punch was thrown, and the disciples of the True Martial Arts Hall turned pale.

  Fists flying horizontally and vertically, shocking waves crashing against the shore; with one punch, it's a disaster that can destroy the top.

  He withdrew his hand, Lin Huang lowered his head and thought for a moment. This true martial art's battle array was exceptionally ingenious, and it was a rare insight for him.

  He raised his head, Lin Huang's gaze was like lightning, looking towards a not-too-distant place, he nodded with his hands behind his back, "Come out."

  Qian Shan's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Lin Huang, who had been discovered by Lin Huang and was now slowly walking out with the Sword Saint's disciple beside him.

  "With two fists, the North Dipper Seven Star Formation of the Zhenwu Dojo was completely destroyed. It's truly an unimaginable strength."

  "Qian Shan Huo, let's join hands together, perhaps we're still no match for him."

  The disciple of the Sword Saint couldn't help but be shocked and whispered to Qian Shanhuo.

  They arrived just in time to witness Lin Huang unleashing his divine might, effortlessly breaking through the fragmented True Martial Dojo's Big Dipper Array, leaving them shocked and speechless.

  Especially Chi Shan Huo, he recognized Lin Huang at a glance, but the difference in cultivation between before and after was so great that it made him somewhat uncertain.

  In the end, Qian Shan Huo was unwilling to admit that there were such terrifying people in this world, who could raise their cultivation to an unimaginable level in just two short days.

  "Or was he playing with me from the start?" The thought flashed through Qian Shan's mind, but he quickly denied it. From that day's battle, he could see that Lin Huang had indeed gone all out.

  "Maybe they're not the same person."

  Qian Shan Huo still held onto a glimmer of hope, but Lin Huang's words shattered his thoughts.

  "See you again." Lin Huang nodded and looked at Qian Shan Huo.

  "It's really you?" Qian Shan Huo exclaimed, his face looking extremely unpleasant.

  The person who could only barely support himself with his own hands on the same day, in just two days, unexpectedly even when joining forces with others, there was no guarantee of victory, this progress is truly astonishing.

  "One sword on that day, I gained a lot. Today, I will return you six punches, how much you can understand depends on your comprehension."

  Lin Huang waved his hand decisively, leaving no room for doubt.

  The person who came forward to challenge him was given a glimpse, and Lin Huang also generously displayed the Six Paths Divine Fist he had grasped. But no more than two punches.

  Only Qian Shan Huo's knife cut off the six paths, bringing Lin Huang a lot of harvest, and today he is not stingy with his teachings, deciding to display all the six-path divine fist he has comprehended to Qian Shan Huo.

  "You're too arrogant." The disciple of the Sword Saint snorted, although he had already acknowledged Lin's strength, but Lin's condescending tone, as if trying to lecture them, was unbearable for someone who considered himself a genius.

  Lin Huang didn't even look at the disciple of the Sword Saint and punched him as soon as he shook hands.

  "This fist is for the earth!"

  One punch was thrown out, and the disciple of the world's sword saint didn't even have a chance to draw his sword, and was directly blown up. The power of one punch was terrifying.

  Qian Shan's face changed greatly, his heart was shaken and he didn't dare to believe it.

  Lin Huang threw a punch, raised an eyebrow, and let out a loud shout, as if he had been suddenly enlightened, and the sound of his voice was like a wake-up call that instantly calmed down the raging flames.

  "You still have five chances, you're on your own."

  Lin Huang spoke again, and then another punch, this punch originated from the earth, soared in the sky, exhausted all changes, and was unpredictable.

  "This is the Wind Fist! The wind rises from the earth and soars into the sky, it is the beginning of all changes, the master of life."

  Qian Shan Huo only felt a gust of wind, and then heard countless mournful cries rising and falling. This punch actually directly killed to the edge of Yong Ji Ping Yuan, passing through as if like a mad wind entering the border, no one could stop it, no one could resist.

  With one punch, Lin Huang's hand changed, and with a press of his palm, the fierce wind instantly entered the sea, containing all things. A loud and clear cry sounded out as his fist transformed into a Kunpeng.

  "This is Water Fist!"

  "This is Fire Fist!"

  "This is Yin Fist!"

  "This is Hard Fist!"

  Rumble!

  It was as if the heavens and earth had opened up, Lin Huang practiced the Six Paths God Fist in front of Qian Shan Huo with one breath, Qian Shan Huo received Lin Huang's head-on blow, suppressing the shock, jealousy, and various emotions in his heart, his mind clear and empty, comprehending Lin Huang's Six Paths God Fist, as if he had gained something, opened his eyes, and saw Lin Huang standing with an expressionless face, hands behind his back.

  "One knife for six punches. From now on, I don't owe you, and you don't need to owe me."

  After finishing speaking, Lin Huang's figure gradually disappeared.

  A thousand mountains and fires shocked in his heart, and then a tardy voice echoed in his ears.

  "Two survivors remain. The game is over."

  The line of sight was blurry, but the thousand mountains and fires were another shock. Only then did he realize that Lin Huang's six punches had actually killed everyone on the entire Yongji Plain cleanly, with a speed so fast that even the Dream God Realm hadn't reacted in time. It was truly terrifying.