The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1367 - 707: The Might of the Divine Fist

Are people nowadays inferior to those in ancient times?

Li Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he promptly turned his head to look around.

This saying has been around for a long time.

It's somewhat like the Confucian doctrine, frequently criticising current events using "Ancient Sage Kings" and "Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns' governance."

Some martial artists believe that ancient times were the golden age of martial arts, especially during wars, when warriors who could defeat many were abundant.

Nowadays, martial arts have always been in decline, and many secret techniques have thus been lost.

Li Yan was not concerned by this saying.

Kong Hui, being unconventional and even having been an Imperial Tutor, was well-versed in the rise and fall of dynasties, and was unlikely to be a stubborn person.

The only possibility is that he is stalling for time!

Could it be that he's waiting for Zhao Qingxu to come to his rescue…

Beside him, Luo Mingzi and Pei Zongti evidently thought of this too.

With a single glance, they immediately ordered, and the people patrolling and defending the perimeter swiftly retreated to a distance.

The Captain Bureau also dispatched several squads of gunners.

These individuals had all awakened their Divine Skills and coordinated seamlessly, covering the area with comprehensive firepower.

They are the court's elite unit specifically intended to deal with Grandmasters.

Li Yan was somewhat curious if Zhao Qingxu would still dare to show himself under such defense…

While the perimeter was turbulent, the center remained deathly silent.

With sands blowing, Kong Hui's mocking words seemed to linger in the air.

To everyone's surprise, Wan Shengying, who barely lost a move, was not angry.

He merely stood in place, closed his eyes in contemplation, seeming to savor the battle moments ago.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and with a calm demeanor, clasped his fists and said, "Indeed, I still have a ways to go, farewell!"

With that, he picked up his spear and left without turning back.

The people from Wansheng Escort Agency watching from the perimeter were all left gazing at each other.

They had mobilized this time with the intent of establishing their prestige, as the livelihood of an escort agency depends on this.

Wan Shengying is relatively young among the Grandmasters and frequently active.

But no one expected him to directly lose a bout.

Just then, Dong Changxing, who was on the left side of the wall, suddenly shouted with a clear voice, "Seems like Brother Wan has gained some insight, with his age and talent, if another selection of the Ten Grandmasters were to occur, he would surely occupy a seat."

His cousin, Wan Sanshan, the Chief of Wansheng Escort Agency, heard this and gratefully clasped his hand before leaving with his men.

With Dong Changxing's remark, no one in the pugilistic world dared to gossip further.

Even Grandmasters were beholden to social nuances.

Kong Hui gave a slight glance, similarly sneering, "Seems you're indeed getting old, building incense affections for your disciples, only to see if they prove themselves, producing a failure would mean absolute loss of reputation, ultimately only oneself is reliable, how about I guide you on a path?"

"No need."

Dong Changxing sighed while stroking his beard, "I've lived my life brightly enough, no desire to be a rat."

"You've said enough nonsense!"

At that moment, Huo Yin broke his silence abruptly.

Before he finished speaking, the repressed majestic aura surrounding him exploded suddenly!

Boom!

It was like a volcanic eruption, or waves rising on flat ground!

A terrifying pressure, indescribable and overwhelming, instantly enveloped the entire area.

The horses nearby neighed, and the Spirit Dogs were so frightened that they soiled themselves.

Even the Little White Fox and Mouse A and Rat Two whimpered and burrowed into Lv San's arms.

The air seemed to become thick and heavy, like mercury-lead, akin to a city wall pressing against the sky.

Li Yan's eyes twitched slightly, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Among the Divine State's Ten Grandmasters, Huo Yin was the personal guard of Emperor Xiao Qixuan, following him through his rise to power and battles across the land.

Though serving as the Divine Fist President, known in the pugilistic world as the Eagle Dog Grandmaster, his combat strength was undeniably top tier among the Grandmasters.

In his prime, he had a match with Cheng Jianxian in his heyday, resulting in a draw.

Now with his aura unleashed, even though primarily targeting Kong Hui, Li Yan instinctively felt all his muscles tense.

This is the true realm of a Grandmaster!

After Alchemy Dao comes Astral Force, and once the True Meaning of Martial Arts is consolidated, one steps into another realm.

The weaker ones can still intimidate with their aura.

Those strong at the peak of Astral Force can even invoke Astra Bane Qi, using strength to break techniques.

Above this is Innate, where Astral Force operates at will, ordinary Magicians are no match.

After reaching the peak of Innate, one then has the chance to compete for the position of Grandmaster.

It is both an honor and an opportunity to refine one's True Meaning of Martial Arts to another level.

For instance, Wu Qu's father, the Cangzhou Iron Lion Martial Tomb, similarly at the peak of Innate, with illustrious fame.

Yet he failed to secure the Grandmaster title and the path forward became sealed, resulting in lifelong regret.

This aspect seems to involve a spiritual level of combat.

Li Yan didn't understand it, but witnessing Huo Yin's aura made him lose all will to fight, with his body instinctively wanting to retreat.

They were like this, and Kong Hui, positioned at the storm's epicenter, bore most of the pressure.

"Well, well, indeed extraordinary!"

Kong Hui's left foot inadvertently retreated half a step, his body slightly bent, as his left hand in the sleeve began another Mantra.

Facing Huo Yin, he dared not speak nonsense anymore.

Without a hint of hesitation, Huo Yin immediately took action.

Boom!

He stepped forward, causing the surrounding ground's blue bricks to instantly crack and cave in, forming a web-like fissure with a five-meter diameter.

The wind roared fiercely, sand and dust swirling, flipping the entire street into chaos.

"Good heavens!"

Sha Lifei exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly shielding his eyes from the dust.

Even Li Yan was taken aback.

If Cheng Jianxian's moves embodied an ethereal immortal style, akin to a gazelle hanging its horns, transcending worldly matters, then Huo Yin exuded the dominant might of collapsing heavens, with invincible presence.

"Divine Fist…"

Luo Mingzi was also drawn in, staring intently at the scene as he murmured.

Indeed, "Divine Fist" was Huo Yin's nickname.

Both due to his position as Divine Fist President and his already divinely aware boxing techniques.

Legend says his talent is astonishing, mastering boxing techniques from various sects, integrating them into one, reaching the Returning to the True Self state.