Martial Master

"Let’s fight if you want to fight. What’s with all this shouting? It sounds like a play," Qin Chen frowned as he saw Zhang Yi shouting for a long time without making a move.

Hearing Qin Chen's words, Zhang Yi, who had been holding back his momentum for so long, almost fell to the ground.

What the hell, I’ve been holding my breath for so long, and the other party isn’t affected at all? How is that possible?

Prince Zhao Feng also frowned and said, "Zhang Yi, if you want to take action, then do it quickly."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Zhang Yi, feeling frustrated, concentrated his energy and threw a punch.

"Extreme Path Savage Fist!"

With a loud roar, Zhang Yi's right fist flew like a peak from the sky.

The Extreme Path Savage Fist was a unique military technique of General Zhang Shaojun, and with this fist technique, he had grown from a lieutenant to a well-known military general of the Great Qi Kingdom. The number of soldiers who had died under this technique was countless.

The Extreme Path Savage Fist is a mid-level Mystic martial skill, divided into six layers.

After completing the first layer, one would possess the strength of ten horses.

After reaching the second layer, one would possess the strength of thirty horses.

At the third layer, one would possess the strength of fifty horses.

And so on, up to the sixth layer, where one would possess the strength of five hundred horses.

The version of the Extreme Path Savage Fist that General Zhang Shaojun obtained was only a remnant, capable of reaching at most the fourth layer, with a strength of one hundred horses.

But with this martial skill, Zhang Shaojun made extraordinary military achievements and gained prominence.

Although Zhang Yi’s cultivation was at the late Earth Level, he had already cultivated the Extreme Path Savage Fist to nearly the third layer, possessing the strength of forty horses, which was also the source of his confidence.

In terms of pure strength, he boasted of being nearly invincible among Earth Level martial artists.

Boom!

The enormous iron fist sliced through the air, creating a sharp whistle as it rapidly approached Qin Chen.

Zhang Yi could already imagine Qin Chen's outcome under this punch—bone fractures and falling to the ground in pain.

A trace of a cruel smile blossomed from the corner of his mouth.

In the void, the two fists quickly collided.

Bang!

What Zhang Yi imagined did not happen; instead, Qin Chen stood firmly, unmoved.

"What? It was actually blocked?"

Zhang Yi was shocked, his expression frozen.

Is this the source of your confidence? Qin Chen flicked his sleeves and said, "I thought you were really powerful, but you are this weak. Did you skip breakfast this morning?"

That punch just now was at most twenty horses of strength.

"Hmph, don't be so arrogant. I was afraid I would kill you with that punch, so I didn't use my full strength at all," Zhang Yi said angrily, his face turning red.

This wasn't an exaggeration; he genuinely feared that if he hit Qin Chen too hard, the Emperor would punish him. Zhang Yi indeed only used half of his strength with that last punch.

"Since you want to seek death, I'll fulfill your wish."

With blood surging in his body, Zhang Yi let out a sinister laugh, and his whole body emitted crackling sounds from his twisting bones.

He gathered his strength and threw another punch.

Boom!

With a punch, the void exploded as if a bomb had gone off.

This time, Zhang Yi used seventy percent of his strength.

Bang!

The fierce punch wind collided with Qin Chen in the void, yet Qin Chen remained completely motionless, not even shifting an inch.

How is this possible?

Zhang Yi's eyes widened; he had used seventy percent of his strength with this strike, which ordinary late Earth Level martial artists couldn't withstand. Yet, Qin Chen had actually blocked it?

"I don't believe it, let’s do it again."

Grinding his teeth, Zhang Yi attacked once more.

Boom boom boom!

His right fist struck out in rapid succession like a torrential storm, the intense wind in the void swirling as if a level seven gale had sprung up.