Chapter 133 – Innate Might Like Collapsing Thunder, Temporarily Avoiding the Edge

The moment Ye Kuang steadied himself, he couldn’t help but swallow another mouthful of fresh blood.

As the metallic taste violently shook his entire being, his rage only intensified further.

He abruptly raised his head, tapping the ground with his toes, sending several shattered stones shooting forth like lethal projectiles.

Seeing this, Ma Jiazhen pressed a single hand against the earth and rose from the ground, not only evading the stone barrage but also unleashing a fist wind from a distance.

Witnessing the incoming attack, Ye Kuang endured the dull pain in his internal organs as the power throughout his body surged and roared.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He threw both fists forward, directly meeting the fist wind. In that instant, the force was like evening drums and morning bells—deafeningly resonant.

Yet even with Ye Kuang’s stance as stable as Mount Tai, he was forced back repeatedly under this power, retreating several zhang away.

Even the ground beneath his feet cracked and fractured under his continuous steps, covered with dense fissures.

This startling scene made it evident just how ferocious the power contained within that fist wind had been.

By then, Ma Jiazhen had already closed in mid-air.

“Junior, try taking another palm from this old man!”

“You think I fear you?!”

As their words faded into nothingness one after another,

Ye Kuang swung his arms violently, gathering them inward from left and right. The moment his palms joined, he unleashed a colossal entity.

Ma Jiazhen: “Haha… It truly is the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!”

But then his tone shifted abruptly, roaring like thunder: “BREAK!!!”

Crack! Crunch!

Thunder rumbled across the sky, tiger roars echoing endlessly.

The intensity on the battlefield resembled countless troops charging into formation.

At a glance, nothing seemed amiss, but upon closer inspection, a coiled fierce tiger had materialized before Ma Jiazhen.

Swift as lightning!

When dragon and tiger met, heaven-shaking roars erupted. The two were like natural archenemies, tangling together upon sight.

By now, Ye Kuang’s face gradually paled.

Because, as he exerted his full strength, the depletion rate of his Dantian Qi Sea far exceeded expectations.

Had it not been for his one hundred thirty years of cultivated power, he would have long exhausted his energy, collapsing to the ground to sing defeatist nursery rhymes.

But now, he had no choice but to fully execute the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms against Ma Jiazhen.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

In that moment, close-quarters combat raged below, while a dragon-tiger struggle unfolded above.

Had any outsiders been present, they would have been terrified out of their wits, struck dumb by this spectacle.

Yet it must be said—if either made the slightest misstep, they would meet a bone-shattering end.

“Raaaaah…!” Ye Kuang screamed hoarsely, descending into utter madness like a tiger freed from its cage, roaring across mountains and rivers.

Conversely, Ma Jiazhen grew increasingly alarmed the longer they fought, momentarily bewildered.

Clearly, he hadn’t expected a mere junior to hold out against him for so long.

Though Ye Kuang hadn’t broken through to the Innate realm, he could contend to this extent using the Dragon Subduing Palm. If this youngster ever achieved Innate breakthrough, the consequences…

At this thought, Ma Jiazhen’s resolve to obtain the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms solidified. If the Ma family acquired this palm technique and combined it with Xingyi Fist, dominating the martial world would be within reach!

Southern Yuan, the various Martial World Sects—all would kneel at the Ma family’s feet, singing submission.”Hahaha…” Ma Jiazhen’s expression suddenly turned maniacal, as if he had already claimed this palm technique as his own, foreseeing the moment the Ma family would reach the pinnacle.

Amid the wild laughter, his strikes grew increasingly ruthless, each move and stance forming a destructive force.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

For a moment, the entire corridor exploded repeatedly under the two’s maneuvering, the Vigorous Qi leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

Under the night sky, thunder rumbled incessantly, white-gold lightning bolts darting chaotically, heralding an unprecedented collision between Junior and Senior.

At this moment, blood trickled from Ye Kuang’s nose and mouth, yet he refused to retreat even an inch, already exerting every ounce of his strength.

But astonishingly, the exquisite form and intent of Ma Jiazhen’s Twelve Divisions Hand were clearly not undeserved of their reputation. Empowered by the Innate Skill, he consistently gained the upper hand in every clash.

It must be said that the terror of the Innate Realm lay not only in the profundity of True Qi but also in its ability to project a protective aura, greatly enhancing one’s defense and the power of fists and feet.

Not only did it possess astonishing lethality, but it also contained countless embedded techniques, making it impossible to guard against.

Only at this moment did Ye Kuang truly understand: there is always a higher sky beyond the sky, and a greater person beyond the person.

Each of Ma Jiazhen’s strikes seemed to carry the force of shattering thunder, consistently dispersing the True Qi Ye Kuang had gathered.

This rendered every one of Ye Kuang’s attacks unable to unleash their full power.

The longer the fight dragged on, the more impatient and flustered Ye Kuang became. It was only after the prolonged stalemate that he sensed something amiss.

Though they appeared evenly matched, exchanging blows back and forth, he was actually at a disadvantage, subtly showing signs of dwindling stamina!

“Damn it…” At this thought, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of despair: Heaven, are you determined to destroy me?

Sudden Arrival!

Shocking Hundred Li!

Leaping from Abyss!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

In an instant, dozens of Wandering Dragons tore through the air, roaring furiously as they surged toward Ma Jiazhen.

Boom! Rumble!

As the deafening roars arrived, the entire world seemed to reverberate with countless claps of thunder.

The sheer breadth of the sound was like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting, shaking the night sky until it hummed violently.

Ye Kuang, meanwhile, drifted backward in retreat. As he leaped out of the combat zone, it was evident that his entire body trembled as if sieving chaff.

By now, the struggle between dragon and tiger in mid-air had reached a fever pitch.

The two entities entwined around each other, their massive jaws clamping down simultaneously before exploding apart!

Thud!!!

White mist billowed, violently surging toward the heavens. The scene was so breathtakingly spectacular it felt surreal.

Were it not for the blood streaming from his nose and mouth, Ye Kuang would have struggled to believe what he was witnessing.

Ma Jiazhen’s Realm was undoubtedly above Kongming!

And those four words seemed on the verge of being uttered aloud.

When Ye Kuang looked up again, his expression had turned exceedingly grim.

Despite repeated obstructions, Ma Jiazhen’s figure remained unyielding, charging forward with brute force.

His hand crushed the dragon’s head with overwhelming power, his foot trampled the dragon’s body into oblivion.

Breaking through these layers of barriers was merely a matter of time.

In that moment, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but entertain the thought of retreat.

For he knew well that stubbornly resisting when defeat was certain was the height of foolishness.

And Ye Kuang was no fool. He firmly believed: as long as the green hills remain, there will never be a shortage of firewood.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of him left at the scene of the battle.