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The exclamations kept coming and going.

The eyes of the young monks were full of longing, while the older generation of strong men had complicated expressions.

After the battle seven years ago, the three words "Li Chungang" have become a legend.

Some admire his skills in swordsmanship, some admire his unrestrained and free-spirited nature, and some secretly target him.

But no matter what they think, everyone has to admit that he is the undisputed number one in the world.

Li Chungang looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Wang Xianzhi slowly walked onto the stage from the other side.

Seven years have made this once green boy more mature.

His eyes were firm and calm, without any sign of nervousness.

"Sword Master Li." He saluted with his fists clasped together, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

Li Chungang nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes: "Not bad, you've improved compared to last year."

After some greetings, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath, and his aura gradually increased.

He slowly made an ancient starting posture, pulling his right fist back slightly, as if accumulating some terrifying power.

Just as everyone was surprised, Wang Xianzhi's fist was already emitting a brilliant golden light.

The bluestone beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and invisible air waves spread out in all directions with him as the center.

"Shake the Heavens!"

With one punch, the sky and the earth changed color.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the space was distorted.

The weaker cultivators on the viewing platform were directly knocked over by the aftermath, and even several demon kings couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Li Chungang's eyes lit up.

He didn't expect Wang Xianzhi to use his trump card right from the start.

The power of this punch far exceeds the full-strength attack of an ordinary Great Demon King.

"it is good!"

The wooden horse and ox were unsheathed, and the sword's edge trembled slightly.

Li Chungang did not evade or give way, and thrust his sword forward with a simple and unpretentious move.

"Two sleeves of green snake!"

A green sword energy emerged like a dragon from the sea, colliding with the golden fist shadow.

"boom--!!!"

The entire Wudang Mountain trembled with the deafening explosion.

A blinding light burst out from the center of the collision, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The gust of air swept across the entire venue, and Zhang Fuyao had to wave his sleeves to set up a barrier to protect the spectators.

When the light faded, the arena had disappeared, replaced by a huge pit with a diameter of dozens of feet.

Wang Xianzhi stood at the edge of the pit, his fists trembling slightly, and a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Li Chungang was still standing there, with his iron sword pointing diagonally at the ground, but there were a few more cracks on his sleeves.

"Good, what a great 'Shaking the Sky'!" Li Chungang exclaimed in admiration.

"Although I've experienced this before, I still couldn't help but marvel when I felt it again."

"I've been fighting with you for so many years, but I've never asked you the name of this boxing style."

Wang Xianzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes brightening with fighting spirit: "This fist is a fist technique I created myself, the first move of the 'Heaven Shaking' style in the 'Emperor of Heaven Fist'."

"'Emperor Fist'? It's an extremely overbearing name, but he can live up to it!"

Li Chungang finally got serious.

"One sword breaks all laws!"

No fancy moves, just a simple straight stab.

But when this sword was thrust out, time seemed to stop.

Wherever the sword pointed, the golden fist shadow shattered like foam.

Wang Xianzhi groaned, flew backwards, and hit the distant mountain wall heavily, creating a deep human-shaped dent.

The audience was silent.

Everyone was shocked by the power of this sword. Those monks who had originally harbored the intention of challenging him were now filled with only deep awe.

The rubble on the mountain wall fell down, and Wang Xianzhi climbed out with difficulty.

His robes were torn and his arms were bloody, but the fighting spirit in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

"Great swordsmanship, come again!"

After saying this, he clasped his fists together and the golden light appeared again.

This time, the punch was more restrained, but it gave people a feeling that it was impossible to dodge, as if the entire world was covered by this punch.

Wang Xianzhi's figure seemed to merge with the fist, turning into a golden stream of light and rushing straight towards Li Chungang.

Wherever he passed, the ground undulated like waves, countless pieces of gravel floated in the air, and were crushed into powder by the wind from his fists.

The two figures intersected in the void, and every collision caused the earth to tremble.

Wang Xianzhi's fists were like an upside-down river in the sky, and each punch carried the power to shatter mountains and rivers.

Li Chungang's sword light was like a flying dragon and each sword contained the sharpness to cut through the heaven and earth.

"boom--"

During the 365th collision, the air waves dispersed all the clouds in a ten-mile radius.

Wang Xianzhi's right fist burst into golden light and struck out with a loud bang. Wherever the fist passed, the space shattered like a mirror.

The sword light and fist shadow collided, but there was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined. Instead, they strangely melted into each other.

The people watching the fight only saw a flash before their eyes, and when they looked again, the two men had already retreated a hundred feet away from each other and were facing each other in the air.

"It feels so good!" Li Chungang laughed, his blue shirt was soaked with sweat.

"You, Wang Xianzhi, are the only one in the world who can fight me to this point!"

Wang Xianzhi's breathing was slightly disordered, but his eyes remained sharp as a sword: "I am also grateful to the Sword God for his guidance over the years."

The mountain wind howled, blowing up the fallen leaves all over the ground.

The viewing stands were completely silent, and everyone held their breath, afraid of missing any details.

This duel has lasted for three full hours. The two sides have exchanged nearly a thousand moves, but it is still difficult to determine the winner.

"Please judge this next move, Sword God."

Wang Xianzhi suddenly closed his eyes, and his aura suddenly became restrained.

Li Chungang raised his eyebrows, holding the iron sword across his chest: "The Heavenly Emperor Fist?"

Wang Xianzhi suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned into bright gold.

"Suppress the world——!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the entire world seemed to be contained in the fist, and the shadows of the sun, moon, and stars flowed behind Wang Xianzhi.

This punch has transcended the scope of martial arts and touched the edge of the law.

Li Chungang was not surprised but delighted. He and the wooden horse and ox also revealed their jade-like swords: "Alright! Then let me see what the 'Heavenly Emperor Fist' is!"

"One sword destroys everything!"

When the sword is drawn, heaven and earth become silent.

There was no gorgeous sword light, no terrifying momentum, just a simple straight stab.

But when this sword was thrust out, time seemed to stand still and space seemed to solidify.

Wang Xianzhi's punch, which contained the power of the universe, was shattered inch by inch by this sword.

"Crack—"

The crisp sound of shattering echoed across the mountaintop.

At this time, Wang Xianzhi's right fist was already covered in blood.

At this point in the battle, everyone held their breath.

The situation at the scene seemed to be that Li Chungang had the upper hand.

But that was just the surface situation. Some powerful people had already noticed Li Chungang's situation.

Courtside.

Tushan Yaya looked towards the battlefield in the center with a worried look on her face.

To be honest, she naturally hoped that Wang Xianzhi would win this duel.

But after all, the other party is the number one in the world today, and not everyone can shake him.

She had been worried from the beginning, and now she saw Wang Xianzhi injured and bleeding.

Chapter 98 "Emperor's Fist" vs. One Sword to Open the Gate of Heaven!

Tushan Yaya stood on tiptoe, her snow-white fox tail swaying restlessly.

Her blue eyes were fixed on the two people fighting fiercely in the field, and her small hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.

She stamped her feet anxiously, "Even the stinky sesame seeds are bleeding!"

Tushan Rongrong's slender fingers firmly grasped the other's wrist: "Second sister, going over now will interfere with the competition."

A glint flashed in her narrowed eyes. "Besides... 8848 doesn't want to be interrupted by you."

Tushan Yaya was startled when she heard this, her fox ears trembling slightly: "But, Stinky Sesame is already like this, if you keep hitting it..."

She turned her head and looked at the field. Although Wang Xianzhi's punches were earth-shattering, Li Chungang's sword moves were always smooth and easy, as if he was conducting a dance with a predetermined ending.

In the distance, three figures, two gold and one blue, were looming on the tops of ancient pine trees.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, his whisk unconsciously stirring the surrounding spiritual energy: "To be able to fight Li Chungang to such a level with his own boxing style, how powerful his talent is.

Even compared to Master, I'm afraid he's not much behind."

Aolai San Shao stared at the two people in the field: "It's more than that."

His golden pupils reflected the figures of the battle. "Besides Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi can also take on the important task."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced sideways: "You mean..."

"The reckoning is about to begin." The voice of the Third Young Master of Aolai suddenly became solemn.

The mountain wind blew suddenly, blowing up Zhang Sanfeng's robe.

The founder of the Wudang sect, who had lived for five hundred years, was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Is there a problem with the passage again?"

"Yeah." The third young master of Aolai nodded and pointed his gaze to the north.

"Those things are piling up. I need to clean them up again."

Zhang Sanfeng's shadow swayed slightly in the wind.

As a remnant soul, he can no longer roam the world like he did in the past.

Hearing about the unusual movements outside the circle, worry appeared in his eyes.

"What do you need me to do?"

"What's the use of a remnant soul?" Aolai Third Young Master teased without any politeness, but there was no contempt in his eyes.

"Until you find him, at least nothing can happen to you now!"