A Martial Arts Hall True Inheritance disciple, one with considerable strength who seemed to specialize in physical prowess, was actually taken down in a single, simple move even after blocking his opponent’s attack.

Some of the newcomers and spectators at the Martial Arts Association tournament were in an uproar. Unable to grasp the intricacies of the technique, they broke into a flurry of discussion. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Zhao Xuanqi, of course, was not among them. He had seen the subtlety of the man’s technique with a single glance.

On the defensive, he utilized the constant vibration of his own muscles, skin, and fat, forming something like a natural protective layer that cleverly dissipated the force of his opponent’s attack.

And on the offensive, as he brought his palm down, he transferred all the vibrations from his muscles, skin, and fat into the palm strike. That intense vibration instantly traveled along the opponent’s bones and into their internal organs. It shattered all their defenses, inflicting severe damage and instantly robbing them of their ability to resist.

Formidable defense, terrifying offense!

The Primordial Saint Sect’s Secret Transmission is the Primordial Saint Fist, also known as the Primordial Saint Hammer. It is a terrifying Fist Technique inherited from a fierce battlefield general.

The battlefield is different from the world of Martial Arts.

On the battlefield, the goal is maximum lethality and the strongest defense.

The Primordial Saint Fist is founded on this very principle.

In a battlefield duel, when facing armored warriors, the most lethal attacks aren’t from Sword Techniques or Swordsmanship, but from Hammer Techniques.

A single hammer strike, even if blocked, would send vibrations deep into the bone marrow, devastating the body.

If a disciple of the Primordial Saint Fist were to don Battle Armor, mount a warhorse, and wield a warhammer, they would become a veritable god of death on the battlefield.

Even in a ring-based duel, this Fist Technique is still savage, and not something an ordinary person could withstand.

"As expected of an expert who almost made it into the Ten Heroes. He’s just too strong. Zhang Zhihe of Hanlun Martial Arts Hall is a master of above-average skill, yet he couldn’t even take a single move."

"Yeah, whoever faces him next is really unlucky. I wonder who his opponent in the next round will be?"

"If it were me, I’d just forfeit. No point in asking for a beating."

"..."

The buzz of discussion continued.

"Three years have passed, and Ruan Yuanhe’s Primordial Saint Fist has grown stronger. It seems he’s reached the realm of ’Hitting the Bull from Afar.’ This time, there might be a spot for him among the Ten Heroes."

On the second-floor platform, a tall young man with sharply chiseled features and a cold expression spoke.

This was Li Zhaotong of the Sha Blade Sect, one of last year’s Ten Heroes and a member of the Four Major Schools of Guangdong.

"He is indeed an opponent worth watching. Ruan Yuanhe of the Primordial Saint Sect, Cui Weining of the Duan Kong Style, Nie Hong’an of the Turtle and Snake Hand... This year, there are quite a few interesting opponents outside of the Ten Heroes."

On the other side, a young man with his hands clasped behind his back spoke nonchalantly. His eyes were unusual; when they swept over you, they seemed to glint with a sharp light that made it difficult to meet his gaze.

This was Du Zhan of the Radiant Star Sect, also one of the Ten Heroes and from one of the Four Major Schools.

In addition, although the Ten Heroes Schools who had advanced automatically didn’t need to compete in the elimination rounds, many of their members were present to observe and scout their potential opponents.

On the stage, the referee finished the countdown. The Great Han named Zhang Zhihe still couldn’t struggle to his feet and was ultimately declared the loser.

Having won the match, Ruan Yuanhe slowly walked off the stage under everyone’s gaze, his expression perfectly calm, as if he had just done something utterly trivial.

As he was stepping off the stage, he seemed to sense something and looked in Zhao Xuanqi’s direction, giving a slight nod.

This time, it was Zhao Xuanqi’s turn to be a little surprised. ’So many people are watching the match, so why did this guy have to nod at me? What’s his problem?’

The competition continued, but the subsequent matches held little of interest. They were all duels between True Inheritance disciples from ordinary Martial Arts Halls, and for the current Zhao Xuanqi, they were beneath his notice.

In less than half an hour, the first round of matches was over, and the second round began.

Anyone who could get through this second round would advance to the top thirty-two.

"Will contestants number thirty-three and number fifty-seven please come to the stage!"

The referee looked at the match schedule in his hand and called out the two numbers.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze fell upon Ruan Yuanhe, who stood to the side like a mountain of flesh.

Number thirty-three was his number.

Ruan Yuanhe was in the first match of the second round?

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The contestants waiting for their matches had all been tense; running into Ruan Yuanhe would basically mean an early end to their journey in this Martial Arts Association tournament. As long as they didn’t face him, they still had a chance to advance to the top thirty-two and make a name for themselves.

At the same time, they all wondered which unlucky soul from which Martial Arts Hall was number fifty-seven.

Hearing the referee call his number, Zhao Xuanqi was also slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected to run into Ruan Yuanhe. ’Is my luck a bit off?’

’Then again, if all my opponents were like Cheng Cuixing, it would be far too boring.’

On the stage.

"I didn’t expect to run into you so soon," Ruan Yuanhe said to Zhao Xuanqi with a smile.

"You know me?"

Zhao Xuanqi asked, a little puzzled. ’This guy from the Primordial Saint Sect is so strange. I’m sure I’ve never crossed paths with him before.’

"I don’t. We first met at the Mountain and River Hotel, but I have a strange ability."

Ruan Yuanhe pointed to his own round head and said, "My intuition is very accurate. The first moment I saw you, I could feel that you are very strong, that you could pose a threat to me. The way you looked at me made me feel as if I were being watched by a ferocious beast. It was very unsettling."

"But afterward, I did a little research on you. You come from a weak Martial Arts Hall and have been a formal disciple for less than a year. I’m very curious as to how you could possibly threaten me. Or perhaps... has my strange ability gone wrong? Now, maybe we can find out. I’d like to ask you to fight me with your full strength."

"Interesting."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuanqi’s expression became intrigued.

Just like animals, humans have certain faint, inexplicable feelings that simply can’t be explained by common sense.

But he had clearly suppressed his strength and hidden his spirit, yet the other man was still able to sense it. Such sharp intuition was indeed somewhat surprising.

"Well then, why don’t you try and sense it again? Just how strong am I?"

Zhao Xuanqi smiled. In that instant, the light in his eyes changed. The spirit of a hundred beasts, which he had been suppressing, was suddenly unleashed. The terrifying will, born from the pinnacle of the Hundred Beasts Fist in his past life, spread out like a nightmare.

Without the accompaniment of stances or techniques, an ordinary person would only sense that the aura around Zhao Xuanqi had suddenly become extremely tyrannical and savage, as if he were about to lash out and hurt someone at any moment.

But what Ruan Yuanhe felt was completely different.

Blood, stench, severed limbs, skeletons...

In that moment, within his perception, Zhao Xuanqi was constantly changing. His form slowly swelled, gradually losing its human shape, growing ever larger and more terrifying.

This immense will blotted out everything before his eyes. It seemed about to take physical form, to coalesce into some kind of horrifying entity that would instantly devour his consciousness—it was savage beyond all measure.

In all his life, he had never felt anything like this.

’Just who is this guy?!’

Ruan Yuanhe was utterly horrified.

’I can’t let that Exotic Beast take form!!’

BOOM!

In an instant, his body shot forward. His mountain-of-flesh-like physique displayed an unexpected lightness.

His entire body trembled violently.

Muscles, skin, fat, and even his Qi and Blood!

"HAAH!!"

He let out a sudden, mighty roar as his Qi Surge erupted to its absolute peak. He clenched his two massive fists, like a pair of giant warhammers, and all the terrifying vibrations from his body converged upon them as he brought them smashing down on Zhao Xuanqi’s head!