"BOOM!!!"

There was no time to mourn the severed arm! The next strike crashing toward his head was a knee-thrust charge! Like a heavy cannon shot from the barrel! The female demon did a super jump with a knee strike, and in the next frame crossed several zhang in one go, shattering the sound barrier! One hit smashed straight into the old Daoist’s nose bridge!

"SPLASH!"

Blood light flared, water sprayed everywhere! Jing Yuanzi was actually shattered into pieces by a single knee charge!

No! It was a residual image! It was a mouthful of old blood spraying out! Essence Blood accelerated! Tunneling away! The residual image was just a phantom!

But how could he possibly get away!

"BANG!!!"

The female demon tapped her toe, and the ground erupted in a rage of dust waves! She stomped the earth until it was like a wrinkled carpet! Acceleration, acceleration, and more acceleration! Breaking through the air in a sudden rush! Super supersonic! She tore open a dragon-shaped path across the sky! High-speed friction in the Qi Wall burned out a crimson glow! She burst into a sprint! Later yet arriving first! Surpassing the speed of the escape light! Chasing straight up to Jing Yuanzi’s face!

"KLANG!!!"

The sonic boom roared like thunder! Lightning in a clear sky! World-annihilating! Super Demon Rush Punch———!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

With the bonus from ultra-high-speed impact! The Super Demon Fist wrapped in rolling air pressure blasted in! One punch compressed millions of megapascals of air and smashed it down! Howling along the Chidao! Blasting a ruin tens of li long across the earth! Carving out a clearly visible, terrifying ballistic path!

Forget some one-armed old man! Even if it were this sky, this earth, these hundreds of mountains and rivers! One punch from you and they’d all be blown apart! Smashed to utter dust!!!

"SWISH!"

Yet he dodged again and again and again!

Clouds rolled, dust whirled and gathered! The rubble that had been blasted to pieces by that punch! Incredibly turned back into human form once more!

Undying and indestructible!? How’s that done! How is that even possible!

"THUD!"

But the female demon didn’t give a damn about what was possible! She just smashed, just went in! She swung her arm in a horizontal slash! A sudden hand-chop splitting straight down! Like a black long sword cleaving! One slash cutting at his waist! Gang Wind turned into a blade; with a single Cut she gouged a massive chasm into the earth!

Holy shit, Jing Yuanzi slipped past again.

He dropped back into a leaning bridge, head down, body slanted, like a roly-poly doll following the Gang Wind, sticking to that hand-chop, skimming along the edge of the blade! Dodging by a hair’s breadth!

If you dodged, then keep hitting!!

"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!"

The female demon’s attack mode was simple, straightforward, and brutal—machine-gun combo punches in rapid bursts, miss and pull back then hit again, hit and if the target doesn’t die, keep going. "BANG BANG BANG"—for a moment the sky and ground were filled with nothing but fist shadows, fist wind like a tide, like thunder, like hail, like storm rain. The overflowing Gang Wind scraped the ground into a mess of blade-carved scars, the tyrannical, peerless Fist Force blasting out ten zhang into the air before slamming down, punching pits a zhang deep into the earth. In the space of a few breaths, she pounded the land into utter devastation, full of craters and scars.

Yet weirdly enough, Jing Yuanzi actually lived through it—no, there was no "tanking" it—he just dodged and dodged and dodged and dodged again.

From afar, you could only see the escape light flickering, like a lightning bolt swaying and shuttling through this hailstorm of fists. Whenever he tried to land he couldn’t fully manifest before being blasted into pieces as a residual image. The ground was littered with broken limbs and shattered phantoms, fluttering like falling leaves. Every time it seemed he was about to be pulverized by a punch, at the last split second, just as the female demon’s flying fist arrived, he’d slip aside by a hair’s breadth again.

What? This world-annihilating offensive, and Jing Yuanzi actually, literally, physically dodged it all? Survived a hundred-fist barrage and stayed "undying and indestructible"? What exactly was he relying on?

Well, he was relying on this—because the Fist Technique she was using, he knew it too.

Yeah, that’s just Gang Fist.

Exactly, pure, authentic, Immortal Venerable original—Heaven-Breaking Gang Fist.

Compared with the various martial skills of the Taiji Realm, this Gang Fist set honestly couldn’t be called a technical Fist Technique. It’s purely about brute strength and raw speed, swinging fists and smashing hard, beating you to death, pounding you to dust—just break through, that’s it. There really isn’t any flashy, flowery technique to it.

In the end, it’s basically just a Body Refinement tutorial on how to pump iron and train your muscles, how to punch and generate force, how to use the human skeletal frame and muscle structure to deliver the strongest, fastest, most powerful single strike. So when you get down to it, it’s not much different from a radio calisthenics routine—if you’ve got hands and feet, you can practice it.

A three-thousand-year-old Old Xuan Sect master—how could he not be fully versed in this kindergarten-level stuff? So even though this female demon had her Magic Power and speed maxed out, every casual blow carrying at least the power of a Hundred Layers of Gang Fist, her stamina, physique, and agility attributes far surpassing those of the National Pillar General who once stood before the Three Palaces, she still couldn’t be faster than a Divine Sense sweep, nor beyond his intuitive grasp.

Thus, as long as Jing Yuanzi saw her shoulder twitch, he’d know she was about to punch; he’d instantly trigger a tunneling skill to dodge, using invincibility frames to slip past the fist blast.

Of course, while he could dodge, he couldn’t jump too far. From those last two or three exchanges, he’d already seen that if he pulled too much distance and gave this demon space to charge up, run up, and sprint into a flying punch, a single Super Demon Flying Fist coming in would be too much even for a Divinity Transformation to endure. Therefore, Jing Yuanzi kept his escape light swirling around at all times, only engaging in close-range entanglement, never giving her a chance to fully burst.

But staying too close didn’t mean there was no risk; her machine-gun combo punches alone were world-annihilating, enough to smash you to pulp. To avoid being drowned in that overly dense rain of fists, this old bastard ditched all dignity, dodging and slipping, rolling and crawling, twisting into all sorts of freakish poses, like he had no bones, as slippery as a mudfish you couldn’t get a grip on.

So while one side was going all-out in hot pursuit, the other was hugging his head and scampering like a rat; fist shadows poured down, escape light darted around, they tangled and rampaged, heavy punches landing in torrents, whipping up flying sand and rolling stones, the terrain wrecked beyond recognition, like a violent thunderstorm tearing the world to pieces, breaking everything into ruins.

But the spectators outside the field had already lost their patience.

"Tsk."

Gao Cheng was fed up.

"You can’t even clean up one rotten maggot, what else are you good for? Utter trash. Unlock Battle Mode."

"WHOOSH!"

As soon as the words fell, a Golden Egg shot out from the South Heavenly Gate.