The First Sage of Military Strategists

However, he didn't panic too much. Maintaining the same momentum was one thing, but actual combat was another.

He had personally experienced how terrifying Jian Wuhen's strength was, and he was completely powerless to fight back. He felt that Han Qing was too arrogant. He dared to challenge Jian Wuhen alone, and he was most likely to die here.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Jian Wuhen moved, disappearing from his original spot without warning and appearing directly above Han Qing's head, raising his hand to strike down with a palm.

Han Qing also raised his hand at the same time and unleashed a palm strike. The two palms collided with a crackling sound, and invisible ripples spread out, stirring up a destructive storm between heaven and earth.

Both men trembled and took a step back simultaneously, their fight ending in a draw.

Jian Wuhen was somewhat surprised. Even though both had 9999 acupoints, there were differences in strength. He had thought that he could completely suppress Han Qing in terms of physical strength, but he did not expect to have no advantage at all.

However, this did not shake his resolve; on the contrary, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

"Through countless battles throughout my life, I have cultivated an invincible spirit, determined to annihilate everything, to discover my true self, and to achieve myriad goals. The stronger the opponent, the more excited I become. Your performance has satisfied me greatly. I will use you as a whetstone to verify my recent progress in martial arts."

As Jian Wuhen spoke, his body disappeared once again, and Han Qing also disappeared at the same time.

In an instant, two figures flashed continuously in the sky and collided repeatedly at an extremely high frequency.

Bang bang bang!
In an instant, a series of muffled roars filled the heavens and earth, and both the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons and the Great Sage of Nine Yin had solemn expressions.

They could barely make out the two figures; they could only sense a breathtaking power surging within them.

This power is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, and can easily severely injure a cultivator at the Rainbow Transformation Realm.

They weren't surprised that Jian Wuhen was so terrifying, but Han Qing's strength was beyond their comprehension.

"Han Qing has only practiced martial arts for less than ten years, how could he have such terrifying strength?" The Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor couldn't help but ask.

"Could this person truly be the chosen one of this world, selected by the Heavenly Dao to lead the transformation of the human and heavenly paths?" the Nine Yin Great Sage murmured.

At this moment, Jian Wuhen suddenly stopped and burst into laughter: "That was exhilarating! It's been a long time since I've experienced such a thrilling battle. Your physique is indeed very strong. It would be impossible to determine a winner in close combat alone. What happened just now was a warm-up. The real battle has just begun."

"Flying Shadow!"

Jian Wuhen suddenly moved, his martial arts intent surging throughout his body, combining with the power of his Dharma thoughts to form an extremely mysterious power that enveloped his body. Then, his body swayed, and he actually split into thousands of afterimages, each with the same aura, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake. All these afterimages rushed towards Han Qing in an instant.

Han Qingfa swept his mind across the area, unable to distinguish between the real and the fake. However, this move broadened his horizons and gave him a completely new understanding and knowledge of martial arts.

He had seen many techniques that combined martial arts and magic before, but they were mostly combinations of fist techniques and magic. This was the first time he had seen a combination of movement techniques and magic.

A thought flashed through his mind. Han Qing's hands moved swiftly, raising his hand to deliver a punch—a move combining magic and martial arts, Heaven-Shattering!

Since we can't tell the difference between the real and the fake, let's just smash them all to pieces with one punch.

As the punch was unleashed, a terrifying force surged forth from the fist's tip, causing the leading phantoms to collapse first, but the phantoms behind them continued to advance relentlessly.

Rumble!
Each phantom would collapse after a fierce collision, and each collapse would produce a thunderous roar. As more and more phantoms collapsed, the power of Han Qing's punch was continuously consumed and weakened. Finally, when only one-tenth of the phantom remained, the power was completely annihilated and dissipated.

Hundreds of illusory figures surrounded Han Qing from all directions and charged forward at lightning speed.

Han Qing now understood the power of this move. Each phantom was equivalent to the force of Jian Wuhen's punch. Thousands of phantoms were equivalent to Jian Wuhen throwing a thousand punches at someone in an instant.

Although each punch was of ordinary power, when added together, they reached an extremely terrifying level.

It's no exaggeration to say that no more than five people in this world could withstand this single move.

Just as these illusory figures were about to pounce on him, an even more turbulent and violent martial intent surged from Han Qing's body, suddenly surging out in all directions.

These hundreds of phantoms shattered in an instant. After reaching 9999 acupoints, the true meaning of martial arts was no longer ethereal but truly possessed the power to destroy the world. It could not only destroy the laws, thoughts, and souls, but also directly kill everything in the real world, and even affect time and space to a certain extent.

"Interesting. Your martial arts essence actually has a sense of overturning the universe and recreating order." Jian Wuhen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The world is corrupt and the people are suffering. Then I will destroy this decaying world and create a new world for the people," Han Qing said in a deep voice.

"Then let's compete in the true essence of martial arts!"

A surge of fighting spirit welled up within Jian Wuhen, and Han Qing's true martial arts essence aroused his even stronger interest.

He not only wanted to win, but also to outmaneuver Han Qing in every way. In this way, he not only wanted to destroy Han Qing's physique, but also to shatter Han Qing's confidence.

In an instant, an even greater martial intent surged forth from Jian Wuhen's body, transforming into a thick white mist that rapidly expanded between heaven and earth.

Although the two of them had previously released their martial arts essence into the world, it was mostly for instantaneous movement, and they did not use their full strength or directly collide.

But this time, the situation was very different. Both sides exerted all their strength and pushed their martial arts essence to the limit, causing the world to be shrouded in a thick fog.

These wisps of white mist were rapidly transforming into different scenes, and Han Qing's martial arts essence transformed into scholars, each carrying a sword and holding a book, their reading voices ringing out.

The true essence of Jian Wuhen's martial arts first transformed into various exotic flowers and plants, which then withered and died at an extremely fast speed, conveying a sense of destruction and rebirth, and the cycle of life and death.

At this moment, the world suddenly returned to silence, but in reality, the confrontation between the two was even more intense than before.

Whoever possesses the superior martial arts essence will be able to control this world and gain a significant advantage. Therefore, this confrontation is of paramount importance.

The situation changed rapidly. At first, the two martial arts intents were locked in a stalemate, but in an instant, Han Qing gained a huge advantage, completely suppressing Jian Wuhen and taking full control of the sky. Jian Wuhen's martial arts intent was suppressed to a certain range around him.

"Sword Without Trace, it seems your true martial arts essence is nothing more than this," Han Qing sneered.

A surge of killing intent suddenly welled up in Jian Wuhen's eyes. He couldn't refute this statement, because in the clash of martial arts essence, he had indeed lost.

This was unacceptable to him; he couldn't tolerate losing to Han Qing, a mere native from the lower realm. Therefore, a stronger desire arose within him: he wanted to kill Han Qing. (End of Chapter)