Chapter 359: Fist Suppressing Mountains and Rivers! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 359: Fist Strikes the Mountain and River! (Please vote for the monthly ticket)

Come?

Shuǐ Hé and Chen Yì stood facing each other, the latter not drawing the long spear from his sleeve. The former’s handsome face bore a trace of a smile.

“The ‘Dragon and Tiger’—the world says you’re equally skilled in gun and fist techniques, though there’s a sequence: gun comes first, then fist. You truly intend to face me with fists alone?”

Chen Yì regarded him without answering. “Shuǐ Brother claims to ‘striking down mountains and rivers with fists’—a man of fists.”

“Opportunities like this don’t come often. I simply must teach you a lesson.”

Shuǐ Hé chuckled, shaking his head. “Between perfection and completion, there’s a gulf as vast as heaven and earth, as if the sun and moon vie for the sky. You’ll never learn anything.”

Yet when he saw Chen Yì still not resorting to gun techniques, Shuǐ Hé acquiesced naturally.

“Never mind then.”

“Since Liu Five Brother wishes to spar fists with fists, I won’t spare your desire.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than Shuǐ Hé changed.

His tall frame tightened the robes, his inner energy coalescing into an extremely concealed posture—like a dragon lurking in the abyss, restrained yet coiled, eager to pounce on a worthy prey.

Rain fell steadily, the night breeze whispered.

At Pratyakṣa Temple, not a single raindrop fell, nor a single breeze stirred.

A place of absolute stillness.

In the dim darkness, Shuǐ Hé’s eyes gleamed, his handsome features softening into a smile.

“Come.”

Chen Yì scrutinized him from head to toe, a grin tugging at his lips. “Shuǐ Brother, so serious?”

“Chess meets a worthy opponent, and true talent emerges. I won’t hold back—even if you use fists.”

Before Shuǐ Hé could finish, Chen Yì had already moved.

He tore through the surrounding spiritual energy with a crack of thunder.

Under the influence of the “Great Completion” step, the Meteor Butterfly Step rendered Chen Yì’s form nearly invisible, his body materializing beside Shuǐ Hé in an instant.

He stepped forward in a bowing stance, twisted his waist, and clenched his right fist, poised to strike.

“Dinosaur Collapse Fist!”

Shuǐ Hé’s pupils flickered, a silent admiration escaping him. He sidestepped half a step, evading the incoming punch to Chen Yì’s chest.

Then he pushed both palms open, his strength, true sword energy, and the fusion of earth and heaven’s spiritual force converging into one, as if aiming to lift two mountains.

Chen Yì’s footwork shifted, the Meteor Butterfly Step transforming into the “Dancing Dragon and Phoenix,” narrowly avoiding the blow.

Even so, his protective true sword energy was grazed, a tearing sound echoing as his sleeve’s hem disintegrated into fragments.

“Excellent fist technique.”

Chen Yì praised without hesitation, his movements swift.

Around Shuǐ Hé, fists followed fists, each brimming with the force of mountains.

Shuǐ Hé met his palms, no longer dodging as before, blocking each strike.

Boom, crack, and shatter—the surrounding spiritual energy churned and rolled like clouds.

They intertwined, repelled, clashed violently.

The already ruined Pratyakṣa Temple’s broken walls crumbled further, shattered by unseen force.

Their feet struck the ground, splitting rocks into scattered stones, ripples spreading like a pond’s surface.

Trees, plants, and flowers snapped and scattered, petals and leaves flying like blades, their slicing sound sharp and piercing.

Chen Yì’s eyes flickered with admiration, then he unleashed all his power: the Dinosaur Collapse Fist, the Hundred Flowers Palm, and the Dancing Dragon and Phoenix alternating in use.

Sometimes attacking like fire, sometimes motionless as a mountain, sometimes swift as wind.

No matter how Chen Yì maneuvered, Shuǐ Hé adapted, his footwork circling, palms dancing.

In such intense combat, Shuǐ Hé remained rooted in place.

After a moment, Chen Yì’s assaults failed to penetrate, retreating by leveraging Shuǐ Hé’s returning palm force.

He adjusted his restless inner energy, praising, “Shuǐ Brother, your mastery in fist techniques is truly well-deserved.”

In just a moment, Chen Yì had assessed Shuǐ Hé’s strength—his flesh and blood solid, his inner energy dense, his palm techniques refined beyond measure, his martial arts foundation unshakeable.

Far stronger than the “wolf” Du Cang and Yan Qingfen.

If they were here, they could have withstood Chen Yì’s assaults, albeit embarrassingly.

As for Shuǐ Hé, his expression remained unchanged, his breath steady, as if no exertion at all.

Standing still, he smiled and said, “I’ve already warned you, Shuǐ Brother, the ‘Great Completion’ fist method holds no secrets for me.”

“Fist, palm, leg, step—all are merely two things: attack or defense.”

“Even your exquisite fist and palm techniques, reaching the pinnacle, cannot threaten me.”

“Moreover, your martial arts realm is low, your strength, true energy, and fusion with the earth and heaven’s spiritual force all lag behind…”

His eyes serious, he continued, “Your fists have no place to strike me.”

Chen Yì’s eyes twitched, then his face brightened with a smile. “Shuǐ Brother speaks truly.”

He tugged at his left sleeve, revealing the five-fold spear bound on his wrist, then flicked it with his hand.

Click.

The long spear materialized in his grasp.

A sudden surge of aura rose, golden mist swirling and rising.

Closer inspection revealed the mist to be strands of sharp, golden spear intent, spiraling and encircling, clearing the earth and heaven’s spiritual energy disrupted by Shuǐ Hé’s fists.

In an instant, the area around Chen Yì’s ten zhang expanded, clear and bright.

The spiritual energy now roared more vast and unrestrained, its sharp aura as if capable of tearing the void.

Chen Yì’s cultivation had reached the middle of the “Complete” realm, allowing him to unleash the full power of the “Complete” spear technique.

Combined with the “Heavenly Stair” Falling Dragon Spear method, which amplified its strength through the earth and heaven’s spiritual force, the two techniques merged, their might nearly matching Shuǐ Hé’s.

Shuǐ Hé looked at the long spear in Chen Yì’s hand, then at the spiritual energy beside him, smiling.

“Now this is more like it.”

He spoke these words, then stretched his hands, taking his first step forward.

Brother Liu, though I am usually gentle in my daily affairs, my martial arts style is one of fierce and dominant force.

Your techniques, compared to the ones I just demonstrated, are no match.

Shu He and I did not walk quickly together; each step he took was firm and deliberate, only then could he proceed to the next.

Yet with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

By the tenth step, his momentum had already surpassed its initial strength, his aura thickening with a terrifying density, as though the very spirits of heaven and earth had coalesced around him.

Especially when his true qi merged with his own, it was as if a towering pagoda descended from the clouds, pressing down upon him.

Until he reached five paces from Chen Yi, Shu He halted, his fists clenched tightly, his handsome face now blazing with a feral intensity.

His appearance, demeanor, and aura had transformed into someone entirely different.

“Master once told me, ‘My martial arts are too deadly, violating the harmony of heaven. Use them sparingly.’”

“I do not agree.”

“I only believe in the principle that ‘one force can subdue ten,’ that power can ascend to the heavens, and that a fist can slay gods, so…”

“Be careful, Brother Liu!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Shu He was about to charge forward.

But in the next instant, his trailing foot touched down again, his expression aghast as he stared at Chen Yi.

Meanwhile, Chen Yi remained unmoved, staring directly at Shu He, his aura slowly rising.

In truth, he had never revealed his perfected realm’s body technique.

First, it was his trump card, one that could turn the tide in critical moments, turning misfortune into fortune, or turning defeat into victory.

But Shu He, a disciple of the immortal White Deer, had mastered the highest of the highest arts, his foundation rock-solid and flawless.

Not to mention Du Cang and Yan Jingfen, nor any other martial artist of the same cultivation and skill level as Shu He, they would likely be a step behind him.

Especially since Chen Yi’s cultivation had not yet surpassed the third-grade upper realm?

Thus, Chen Yi did not hold back.

A rare opportunity to claim a single breath.

Thinking this way, his perfected realm’s body technique was unleashed without reservation.

The Four Symbols Technique, as it reached perfection, began to unfold.

Within his palate, four divine statues of spirit essences burst forth, an impenetrable, inscrutable aura coalescing around his long spear.

—The Golden Tiger Spirit Statue, infused with the Falling Dragon Spear Technique, enhanced its cutting power.

But that was not all.

Under the influence of his perfected realm’s body technique, his stance and internal skills were flawless.

In no time at all, Chen Yi’s body was filled with strength, his true qi and spirit wind surging like rainbows, flowing endlessly.

The spirits of heaven and earth around him also began to shift.

The range of those spirits, previously limited to ten zhang, had been compressed by Shu He’s domineering aura to five paces.

Yet now, they had swollen to twenty zhang.

Shu He stood frozen, a hint of surprise subtly etching his fierce face.

“Brother Liu, your… your spear technique…”

Before he could finish speaking, Shu He immediately dismissed his suspicions, scrutinizing Chen Yi for a moment, his expression of awe deepening.

“It’s body technique!”

“Perfected?”

Chen Yi nodded without answering, his long spear held aloft, his golden mist swirling like rippling water.

Gently, the spear tip carved a pit into the ground, roughly five chi deep, within which the mountain stones vanished silently.

“Shu Er, come.”

“Let me try, if I may have the right to test my martial arts?”

Shu He stood still for a moment, then steadied his mind, a smile forming on his handsome face.

A grotesque yet fierce smile.

“How could I have expected it to be Song Jin Jian, not Brother Liu?”

Shu He’s grin turned savage, and he took two more steps, his aura rising to a new height.

His terrifying martial arts essence condensed the spirits of heaven and earth, pressing toward the sky.

It pierced the cloud-filled cavern above the Bell Sound Temple.

Rain ceased to fall, the bright moon hung in the sky, and starlight bathed the mountain peak where the two stood.

Shu He’s clenched fist revealed his true qi, like silver gloves on his hands.

Though not as sharp and brilliant as Chen Yi’s spear tip, it was still formidable.

He gripped it tightly, his hands emitting dull, resonant sounds, as though the air itself were being crushed.

Shu He’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of the hunt, his voice booming:

“Forward!”

In the next instant, a thunderous sound erupted.

In the midst of the roar, the stone turtle beneath Shu He’s feet cracked open, forming a pit a zhang long.

Cracks spread like spider webs, their edges nearly reaching Chen Yi’s feet.

Yet Shu He reached them first.

He soared through the air like an eagle, his fist striking directly.

Chen Yi’s long spear blocked his path, feeling the force of the punch, his feet sliding back a step, then grounding himself, dispelling those spirit winds.

“Good!”

Shu He grunted, and pressed on without holding back, unleashing everything he had learned.

His fists, like those of his current self, raged like fire.

Each punch he threw was like a mountain pressing down, dominating to the extreme.

Just as Shu He said, his martial arts were even more fierce and dominant than Chen Yi’s.

His power, true qi, spirit wind, and the spirits of heaven and earth were flawless in every way.

But—

Even so, Chen Yi still held a slight advantage.

He did not stand still like previous encounters, but moved with footwork and gun techniques, advancing and retreating with precision.

In an attack, he could force Shu Haoxin to dodge the edge.

In a retreat, he could reduce the strength of Shu Haoxin’s boxing to its minimum.

Moreover, the characteristics of gun techniques—after all, an inch longer is an inch stronger.

For gun techniques are the sovereign weapons of the battlefield, their blade pointing wherever the path of conquest leads.

Especially Chen Yi’s Falling Dragon Gun Method.

Grand openings and closures, the edges fully exposed.

Each gun strike, the concentrated sharp gun energy above it could easily pierce the true essence of Shu Haoxin’s boxing surrounding him.

Disrupting the gathered vital energy of the universe and earth.

In no time at all, the peak where Lingyin Temple stood was flattened by their clash.

Not only was Lingyin Temple gone, but the surrounding mountains and forests within a hundred feet were rendered nonexistent.

Some had only the dust and debris rising into the sky, scattered and flying, spreading a thousand feet around.

Like a miasma hanging in the air.

At this moment, from a distance, their figures were no longer visible.

Only two vague shadows—one black, one blue—remained, like two long dragons entwined.

Golden gunlight threads wove through them.

Clashing with swirling silver-white radiance.

“Exhilarating!”

“Exhilarating!”

“Brother Liu, the ‘Dragon-Tiger’—ha ha…”

“I must admit, you are the most gifted person I’ve encountered in my life.”

“Your boxing may be of low cultivation, but with gun and body techniques mutually reinforcing, your boxing will surely one day attain the complete realm.”

Shu Haoxin’s techniques exhausted, fists, palms, and legs unleashed, yet he could not move a hair against Chen Yi.

Not only that, his clothes were nearly torn to rags.

Thread by thread, smoothly sliced, revealing blood seeping from wounds beneath.

He had sustained some light injuries.

In contrast, Chen Yi remained unmoved, his clothes intact, gripping the long spear, continuously swinging.

After hearing Shu Haoxin’s words, he glanced at the sky, then spoke softly:

“Clouds, arrive!”

The clouds Shu Haoxin had torn open surged in instantly, thunder rumbling ominously.

*Clang.*

A bolt of lightning cleaved the sky,

Not hidden in the clouds, but falling straight from the heavens onto the spear in Chen Yi’s hand.

The golden gunlight was streaked with silver-white sparks.

Then, Chen Yi slowly swung the spear, pointing it toward the distant Shu Haoxin:

“Brother Shu, the hour is late; this contest should end now.”

Shu Haoxin seemed undisturbed, his eyes reflecting the bright, intersecting gunlight.

Yet his fists moved not at all, suddenly clashing together with a thunderous *Bang!*

The loud noise rang out like a great bell, shaking the surroundings.

The previously condensed layers of the universe and earth’s vital energy rose like a towering stack,

Layer upon layer, reaching toward the heavens.

In an instant, Shu Haoxin’s momentum grew even stronger, striking first, his fists thrust forward.

“Steady!”

That tower-like momentum crashed down with a roar.

Chen Yi saw this, neither flinching nor dodging, his hands gripping the spear, immense force bending the shaft like a bow.

From below upward—

“Falling Dragon!”

(The chapter ends.)