Chapter 1607: Engaging in Battle!

Chapter 1607: Clash!

Perfect Way of Combat?

After hearing what the other person had said, Zhou Zhan found himself pondering it deeply.

Did he mean the Heavenly Martial Master?

It must be so.

Only the Way of Combat mastered by Heavenly Martial Masters could truly be called the Perfect Way of Combat.

As for the Imperial Martial School he mentioned, it was likely a martial art at the level of Supreme Will.

What exactly is a martial art at the level of Supreme Will?

It is a way of combat that transcends the rules of martial arts and shatters the perfect constraints!

Watching the Martial Emperor charge forward, Zhou Zhan's face lit up with excitement.

He showed not the slightest fear, but instead charged straight forward, engaging the other in battle.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom...

The thunderous impact of their clash reverberated throughout the vast expanse of the infinite cosmos.

Unlike before, when the battle had been evenly matched, Zhou Zhan now found himself completely at a disadvantage, appearing utterly no match for the Martial Emperor.

The Martial Emperor had initially held himself with arrogance.

As he had anticipated, upon the first manifestation of his Imperial Martial Way, the Celestial Sovereign of the World had no chance to retaliate at all!

Imperial Martial Way!

That is, the Way of the Martial Emperor Supreme!

A name that truly lived up to its reputation!

Yet he soon discovered a grievous irritation—something that deeply unsettled him.

That was under His relentless assault, and although the Celestial Sovereign of the People had been consistently at a disadvantage, His physical defenses were terrifyingly strong—after all this relentless attack, not a single wound had been inflicted upon Him??

What kind of body is this??

The Martial Emperor was nearly driven to the brink, his blood boiling with frustration.

This body's strength—was it even approaching that of the Will Saint Artifact?

But soon, He discovered another thing that sent a chill through His very being.

Under His persistent attacks, the Celestial Sovereign of the People, who had initially been unable to counterattack at all, was now gradually beginning to respond, to defend, to strike back.

The Martial Emperor sensed it immediately—the Celestial Sovereign of the People possessed extraordinary potential in the realm of martial cultivation.

If this trend continued, He wouldn’t just be suppressing the opponent—he might even end up on equal footing!

How could the Martial Emperor accept such a development?

With a single punch, He sent Zhou Zhan flying to a distance, then stood still, his expression grave as he stared at his adversary.

"Why aren't you fighting?"

Zhou Zhan asked in surprise.

A look of untouched injury.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's face slowly broke into a smile.

"In battle, growing stronger with each encounter..."

He smiled faintly, "You... are indeed a born Emperor of Martial Might, just like me!"

At this moment, he shook his head again.

"Alas, alas."

"You have not remained focused on the path of martial cultivation. You have delved too deeply into the laws of existence. In the end, you can never achieve a true Emperor of Martial Might like me!"

"Today, let me show you what a true Emperor of Martial Might truly is!"

"Drink!"

His hands clamped together, palms facing each other, his face fierce and grotesque, his entire body thick with knotted muscle, as if gathering some immense force within.

Zhou Zhan saw this and immediately launched a punch.

Yet when the punch struck the Wudì, the Wudì remained unharmed, not even shifting an inch.

The Wudì merely sneered, saying nothing.

Zhou Zhan narrowed his eyes, observing the scene. With the knowledge of Wudao from a Tianwu cultivator, he had instantly deciphered the secret behind this stance.

It was a form—a stance that could unleash a devastating technique through the buildup of power. During this buildup, the opponent's physical defenses would reach an extraordinary peak, making ordinary external attacks utterly incapable of breaching their flesh and bone.

The fact that his own full-force, physical strike had failed to move the Wudì at all confirmed this perfectly.

He had intended to employ a few more techniques, to disrupt the other's stance.

But upon reflection, He chose not to intervene.

There were several reasons.

First: the other had not exerted their full strength, nor had He himself.

To this day, He had only fought using the raw physical power of his Supreme Holy Body—no techniques, no mastery of the Universal Laws of Stars and Combat.

Not to mention the two Divine Will Instruments—Yellow River Imperial Sword and Yellow River Stone Plate—that could slay Sovereigns of Supreme Will.

Second: the other spoke of a naturally occurring Emperor of Combat, a power that grows stronger with each battle—He indeed possessed that quality.

One reason was that He was a Heavenly Martial Master, capable of absorbing and mastering combat techniques and skills with extraordinary efficiency. In battle, He could rapidly evolve and even adapt the opponent's martial arts to suit his own purposes.

The Emperor of Combat believed himself to be such a master, which allowed him to grow stronger with each encounter, eventually threatening He himself—only now, compelled to unleash his full might.

Yet, the Emperor had miscalculated.

He possessed the innate talent of a Tianwu cultivator, allowing him to grow rapidly in battle—this was one factor.

Yet, alone this reason could not explain the astonishing speed of his development in combat.

The true reason lay in the mastery of the Wàn Fǎ Xīng Chén Palm!

This palm inherently absorbed opposing techniques during battle, refining and perfecting its own growth-based abilities.

And the rate at which these abilities evolved surpassed even that of a Tianwu cultivator.

That was why he refused to interrupt his opponent—so that, after witnessing the emergence of a more potent martial realm, he could replicate that power through the Wàn Fǎ Xīng Chén Palm and adapt it to his own use.

His heart burned fiercely.

The power of the Wu Di—equal in strength to the inheritance of a mid-tier Wúshàng Zhìxìng cultivator!

Though he held the fragmented inheritance of the Supreme Immortal Body, a state of eternal immortality, he still craved the transmission of the Wúshàng Zhìxìng realm more than ever.

He did not mind at all.

So.

Let the Emperor unleash his full power.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger I shall become!

And when the Emperor saw Zhou Zhan, and noticed there was no further reaction from his own buildup, he paused slightly—then smiled.

A smile of one who has encountered a perfectly matched adversary.

No wonder he is a Heavenly Warrior who masters the perfect way of combat!

When facing an opponent, he always craves the peak of their strength!

Good!

Then I shall defeat you with my utmost power!

And you shall die—fully convinced!

"Roar!"

He roared, and suddenly two heads and two pairs of arms erupted from his body.

"This is my martial form—the Three-Headed, Six-Armed State!"

"Let us fight until we exhaust each other!"

His eyes burned with fierce determination, fixed upon Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan's expression grew serious.

Three heads, six arms!

This ability seemed simple at first glance. Yet for a martial master who had attained the Supreme Will Realm, even this basic form of three heads and six arms was a terrifyingly powerful physical augmentation—boosting one's strength by more than tenfold!

But he did not fear it.

Instead, his excitement surged.

"Fight or die!"

He charged forward, clashing directly with his opponent.

The outcome was clear.

Originally, in terms of pure martial cultivation, He was already inferior to the Martial Emperor!

Now, with the opponent wielding three heads and six arms, their power had surged more than tenfold!

He was at a complete disadvantage!

Zhou Zhan found himself utterly overwhelmed.

Yet, thanks to the Supreme Holy Body, despite being relentlessly battered, Zhou Zhan remained unharmed—no wound, no scar.

Moreover, because his Universal Methods Star Palm was continuously absorbing his own martial cultivation, refining and elevating his innate strength, even though he was the one being mercilessly dominated, his eyes grew ever brighter.

The Martial Emperor soon realized this truth.

Shush!

Suddenly, two pairs of finger claws appeared on his hands.

The fists, now adorned with the claws, struck directly into Zhou Zhan's chest.

A searing pain erupted through Zhou Zhan's torso. His brows furrowed in agony, and he instantly vanished—teleporting out of the reach of the Wudi's attack, materializing in a safe position.

He glanced down at his chest.

It was torn to shreds.

Yet in an instant, the overwhelming regenerative power of the Supreme Holy Body erased the wound entirely—vanishing as if he had never been injured at all.