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The Fist God is obsessed with martial arts and will do anything to break through his limitations.
"Martial artist of the Central Plains, I hereby grant you death. Quickly accept my command!"
With a light flick of his fist, the Fist God's long fist suddenly condensed into a fist imprint.
The fist imprint burst forth and slammed heavily onto the city wall.
The seemingly indestructible city wall crumbled instantly, leaving behind a huge fist-shaped mark.
The entire wall almost shattered, and the defending soldiers were thrown off their feet and horses by the shock.
"Is this even human? He smashed down a city wall with one punch?"
"This battle is doomed to failure..."
Taking advantage of the situation, the secret agents of the Dragon Guard Villa stirred up trouble, and the morale that Wang Yangming had worked so hard to boost collapsed once again.
"Supreme Mythical Realm..."
Wang Yangming looked grave, knowing that things would not end well today.
He sighed inwardly, realizing that even peerless experts were rare in the past, but in this era of great strife, even supreme myths were emerging one after another.
This position of protector of the Ming Dynasty is becoming increasingly difficult to hold.
But if Japanese warriors dare to show their power in the Central Plains, he will never back down!
"Sir, the situation is not good?"
The Crown Prince of the South was pale, but he still tried to remain calm.
"Even if it is difficult, we must not retreat! How can the Central Plains tolerate the rampant arrogance of foreign powers?"
"How can the imperial aura of the Ming Dynasty fall into the hands of bandits!"
Wang Yangming brandished his longsword and shouted sternly:
"What fear is there of life and death? Wang Shouren is gone!"
He leaped off the city wall, using the momentum to unleash his life's most powerful skills.
This sword integrates the profound meaning of the philosophy of mind and combines the essence of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and is named "Three Absolute Heart Sword"!
Before the sword's edge even arrives, the clear sound of Zen echoes, the profound meaning of Taoism lingers, and the Confucian spirit is vast and boundless.
Where the heart leads, nothing is insurmountable.
As the sword intent erupted, Zhu Wushi felt a chill run down his spine.
"Fortunately, I didn't rashly challenge Wang Yangming; this sword is truly terrifying..."
The thirty-six Heavenly Generals behind him were also unconsciously immersed in the artistic conception of the three religions.
Some people raised whatever they were holding, trying to cut off their own heads.
Some people find the mortal world boring and want to ascend to immortality.
Seeing this, Zhu Wushi felt even more humiliated, yet he had no choice but to help.
They subdued the thirty-six Heavenly Generals in succession, rescuing them from danger.
But as a result, Zhu Wushi was all alone, looking like a lonely man!
"Young man, your sword intent is quite impressive."
"It's a pity that it's all flashy and seemingly a fusion of the three religions, but in reality it all depends on your own obsession."
"You have shackles in your heart, so you are always trapped in the Celestial Realm."
"If one can overcome mental barriers and enter the supreme mythical realm, I might still be somewhat wary."
"Now, prepare to die!"
Faced with the fierce sword intent coming at him, the Fist God remained calm and composed, instead launching into a long and detailed critique.
Before he could finish speaking, the sword energy was already close to his skin.
Chapter 149 Japanese pirates
The burly man suddenly roared:
"The fist strikes the void!"
His fists slammed out without warning.
This punch seemed ordinary.
However, it completely shattered the oncoming sword energy.
Even more terrifying, the force of the punch seemed to shatter space itself.
A pitch-black void vortex suddenly appeared in mid-air.
No matter how unique Wang Yangming's sword intent was, it was completely swallowed up when it encountered this vortex.
Even he himself was pulled by the vortex, his body swaying.
"Gah gah gah! People of the Central Plains, prepare to die!"
The Fist God grinned maliciously, his arm muscles bulging once more.
A surge of true essence erupted forth, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to inject into the vortex.
This makes its suction power even stronger.
"Sigh... I never imagined that there would be such a powerful figure in Japan..."
Wang Yangming knew he would find it difficult to extricate himself today.
"So be it! Even if it destroys a century of cultivation, I will still kill this fiend!"
He let out a long roar in mid-air.
His aura suddenly surged.
His late-stage Celestial Realm cultivation was approaching its peak.
The suction force of the void vortex also weakened.
"Kid... are you really going to fight to the death?"
"Unfortunately, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by fighting desperately!"
The Fist God clenched his fists and laughed wildly:
"Very well! Since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish—"
"The power of fists is boundless!"
The original void vortex suddenly contracted and condensed on his fist.
The void and the shadow of the fist intertwined, making it difficult to discern whether the iron fist of the Fist God transformed into darkness that devoured all things, or whether the endless void merged into his fist.
"Give me your life!" the Fist God roared, shaking the heavens.
"Is the wind moving? Is the tree moving?" Wang Yangming posed this profound question to the vast天地 (heaven and earth), and then answered himself: "It is only the mind that is moving."
Before he could finish speaking, blood suddenly bloomed on his Confucian robe, the crimson staining the white fabric.
"Roar--!"
The dragon veins of the Ming Dynasty trembled, and the vast earth energy, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all converged into Wang Yangming's body. In an instant, his aura surged, breaking through the shackles and reaching the realm of mythology. Amidst the flowing golden light, he appeared as if a celestial being had descended to earth.
"The Japanese pirates have invaded our territory and should be punished!"
Where the sword pointed, dragon energy roared and formed blades, colliding fiercely with the void black hole created by the Fist God. Where the shockwave exploded, Cao Zhengchun and the others were all thrown over, and the city wall defenders were scattered like falling leaves, the weak dying instantly.
The two forces were locked in a stalemate, but Wang Yangming was finally running out of steam—the power he had gained by burning the essence of the three teachings with his philosophy of mind was dissipating. As the sword's momentum waned, the dragon's energy returned to the earth's veins.
"In the end... I failed to protect this land." Wang Yangming's face was ashen, and he closed his eyes in sorrow.
"The people of the Central Plains are nothing more than this!" The Fist God grinned and swung his fist, the black hole-like fist shadow swallowing the last rays of sunlight.
He will likely kneel down and beg for mercy.
Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned!
"Die, you people of the Central Plains! I will use your skull to make a wine vessel to commemorate your defeat."
"This is my final act of respect for you."
The Fist God grinned maliciously, leaped into the air, and intended to deliver a fatal blow to the dying Wang Yangming.
"How dare these mere Japanese pirates run rampant in the Central Plains?"
Just then, a Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom suddenly appeared behind Wang Yangming.
He placed one hand on Wang Yangming's back, channeling a stream of emerald green true energy into him, while casually patting forward with his other hand.
This palm strike appears ethereal and otherworldly, yet it contains the most powerful and masculine force.
The Fist God was terrified, but the die was cast and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and throw a punch to meet the attack.
Fists and palms collided, unleashing a deafening roar.
The iron fist, which was originally indestructible and could even shatter the void, was shattered into dust inch by inch by this gentle palm force.
"No! You destroyed my cultivation..."
The Fist God roared madly, his life's power concentrated in his fists. Now that his fists were crippled, he was essentially reduced to a cripple!
The Taoist snorted coldly, and several ice pellets suddenly shot out from his palm.
The Fist God hurriedly tried to dodge, but couldn't escape. The ice crystals seemed to possess sentience, precisely piercing his major acupoints and then seeping into his meridians.
"what did you do to me?!"
He questioned sharply, knowing full well that this move was anything but ordinary.
"This is the Life and Death Talisman, specially designed to subdue arrogant fools, making you taste a fate worse than death!"
Before the Taoist priest finished speaking, the Fist God felt as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at his bones, causing unbearable pain.
He instinctively scratched his entire body, but his fists were destroyed, so he could only frantically tear at his flesh with his toes.
Amidst the dripping blood, his once robust body became grotesque and terrifying, and his screams echoed endlessly.
The 300,000-strong army, witnessing this scene, were all terrified.
"This is... far too cruel..."
Zhu Wushi felt a chill run down his spine. Who was this kind-faced Taoist priest in front of him?
"Master Daoist, Wang Yangming expresses his gratitude..."
"However, I have already severed my own heart meridian, and I am afraid I am beyond saving. There is no need for you to waste your true energy, Daoist Master..."
After the Taoist priest infused Wang Yangming with his true essence, his complexion became rosy.
But he knew perfectly well that his life force had been severed, the true meaning of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism had been exhausted, and his vitality was hard to continue.
However, it was somewhat comforting to witness the arrogant God of Fist in such a wretched state before his death.
"Indeed! My eternal youth technique can only prolong your life for a short while."
"To save your life, it seems we must seek the help of the Great Dragon King."
The Taoist priest sighed deeply.
He held Wang Yangming, a man who dedicated himself to serving his country, in high esteem.
"Great Dragon Head? May I ask who you are, Taoist Priest?"
Wang Yangming immediately understood and asked aloud.
"This humble Taoist is none other than Xiaoyaozi, one of the four leaders of the Azure Dragon Society!"
The person who arrived was none other than Xiaoyaozi, who had entered the Temple of the God of War with Li Bai and returned after completing his mission.
"Excellent! The Four Dragon Leaders have arrived! The Azure Dragon Society has come to our aid! The Ming Dynasty is saved!"
The Crown Prince of the Southern Kingdom, who was watching the battle from the city tower, wept with joy upon hearing this.
The soldiers defending the city cheered with joy.
The four dragon heads are present!