Chapter 145 – The Jade Void Creation Art Shows Its Power (Part Two)

Since ancient times, it has been said: Fists and feet have no eyes, blades and swords show no mercy.

Yet few realize that blades and swords are indeed blind, while fists and feet are even more merciless.

Ye Kuang’s steps sank as if bearing the weight of a thousand jun, leaving deep indentations with each tread. But that wasn’t the crucial point—what was truly deadly was how he grew increasingly fierce and frenzied the longer he fought.

And here, it must be mentioned: Ever since his defeat at the hands of Ma Wei’s Xingyi Fist, he had yearned for this day to arrive.

Thus, the domineering force of his fists and palms, contracting and expanding with each movement, was overwhelmingly unrestrained, his strikes brimming with ruthlessness.

Yet Ma Jiaying was no undeserving reputation. Sidestepping to temporarily evade the onslaught, he followed with a fist that vanished into emptiness, seamlessly targeting the three vital points at Ye Kuang’s crown.

Whether in timing or angle of attack, the Ma Family Head’s moves were impeccably precise.

In that instant, seeing the assault coming, Ye Kuang crossed his palms before his brow. As his True Qi erupted, a dazzling Golden Radiance burst forth, and a Wandering Dragon violently tore through the air.

Roar… Hiss—BOOM!

But who could have predicted that Ma Jiaying’s hands, shrouded in white light, would forcefully seize the dragon’s head and ruthlessly shred it into scattered fragments.

Even as the energy surged violently, it failed to harm the Ma Family Head in the slightest.

However, seizing this brief respite, Ye Kuang retreated several zhang in a single step.

Witnessing this, Ma Jiaying was unwilling to let it slide. Planting a foot, he propelled himself forward in pursuit.

In desperation, Ye Kuang clawed his hands into a wall. As power surged through him layer by layer, he tore off an entire section of the wall and hurled it with immense force.

Without retreating, he charged forward right behind it.

Unfazed, Ma Jiaying unleashed a relentless barrage of Xingyi Fist strikes, the air ringing with deafening explosions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the thunderous impacts landed, the wall shattered like tofu, fragmenting into countless scattered debris.

In that moment, dust billowed, obscuring everything in a haze of powder.

Suddenly, Ye Kuang emerged from the dust cloud, palms pressed together before thrusting out a long-accumulated, full-force strike!

This was precisely when Ma Jiaying’s old force had dissipated, and new strength had yet to form.

Realizing this, the Ma Family Head’s eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

“Break for me!”

“Shocking Hundred Li!”

Hiss—BOOM!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In an instant, the entire corridor lay in ruins, explosions echoing incessantly, the scene engulfed in billowing smoke.

Everyone paled in terror, some unable to suppress their panic.

Within the dust cloud,

Ye Kuang had descended into madness. Spreading his arms wide, he not only shattered the fabric over his chest, revealing soft armor beneath, but his eyes bulged with rage as he roared like a dragon.

Stomping the ground fiercely, his True Qi stirred, launching countless fragments of stone into the air. With a single punch, he struck the largest rock.

Bam!

The massive stone exploded under the impact, shards shooting out like a hail of bullets, carrying a destructive gale in their wake.

Whoosh—!

The speed was so extreme that it seemed as though countless demons were wailing in everyone’s ears.

Sensing the killing intent approaching, Ma Jiaying’s hair stood on end, his fists whirling like a tempest.

His footwork—advancing while evading, evading while advancing—alternated between guarding with clenched fists and stepping forward with raised legs, allowing him to dodge the barrage of rubble effortlessly.

In mere moments, he closed the distance of several zhang as if it were nothing.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang wasted no words. Raising his fist, he descended into a flurry of strikes, unleashing countless manifestations of the Subduing Tiger Fist Intent.Ma Jiaying couldn’t help but sneer at this: “How dare you display your fist techniques before me? This is like showing off one’s skill with the axe before Lu Ban the master carpenter!”

Ye Kuang: “Aaargh…”

By now, he was approaching madness, his ears incapable of hearing any sound except the incessant whispers of temptation.

“The fiercer your attack speed, the greater your power, the more astonishing your lethality becomes!”

“Increase speed! Increase power! Faster! Stronger! More! More! More!”

It could be said that although Ye Kuang didn’t know where this voice came from, he deeply understood how similar it felt to when he first created the Subduing Tiger Fist.

With the old scene repeating itself, his consciousness gradually blurred, as if some wild ambition was beginning to awaken.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

One might say that previously, when tree stumps had been shattered by countless chaotic fists, demonstrating the power of Subduing Tiger Fist, now with the Creation Art, both his punching speed and power had simultaneously exploded to unprecedented levels.

“Hmm…” When Ma Jiaying noticed this development, his eyes inevitably sharpened, but moments later, he responded with countless fist winds of his own.

The subtlety of “form without form, intent without intent” lay in the natural perfection of the fist technique – no discernible moves to speak of – which, combined with footwork, could always unleash astonishing destructive power.

Yet against this, Ye Kuang had subtly lost his ability to think, acting purely on instinct.

Not only did his fist strength grow increasingly domineering, but his entire person seemed to have descended into madness, resulting in every punch carrying tremendous force and weight.

Feeling the power transmitted through their exchanged blows, Ma Jiaying couldn’t help but be greatly astonished: “Has he fallen into demonic possession?”

But then his tone shifted, becoming highly excited: “Haha… Heaven itself aids me!”

Little did he know, Ye Kuang’s current state was quite peculiar – not only had he not completely fallen into demonic possession, but he was gradually entering an excellent Buddhist Zen state.

This realm was called: Mahā World, Three Thousand Thoughts!

For a moment, Ye Kuang’s eyes burned crimson like blood, appearing bewitched, yet his heart solely pursued strength, accidentally stumbling into some kind of cycle.

With his True Qi wildly swelling and violently circulating, his attacks became continuous and relentless, his power astonishingly immense.

Ye Kuang: “Roar! Roar! Roar!”

His feet suddenly feinted, closing the distance as his fists underwent countless transformations.

By the time Ma Jiaying realized what was happening, it was too late – a fist had already struck true directly at his chest, three inches deep.

Boom!

Pfft!

That instant happened too quickly; even the Ma family head failed to predict it. His eyes shocked, he inevitably spewed a mouthful of old blood.

“How is this possible?” Ma Jiaying roared in genuine astonishment.

To this, Ye Kuang remained deaf, his entire being unified as he pressed forward step by step.

His Dragon Subduing Palm and Creation Art intertwined here, remarkably merging into one body, his posture suggesting he might break through to the legendary Realm of Empty Clarity at any moment.

Only at this point did understanding finally dawn in Ye Kuang’s eyes.

His state of half-enlightenment, half-awakening propelled his fist and leg strength directly to its Peak!

Even his one hundred thirty years of cultivation power refused to remain dormant, erupting successively and causing Ye Kuang’s combat prowess to rapidly soar, clearly unmatched for the moment!

“Aaargh…”

Hiss! Boom!!

For a time, Ye Kuang’s every move targeted the enemy’s vital points, each strike intended to be fatal.

His furious, wildly dancing demeanor clearly indicated he would kill gods if they blocked him, slay buddhas if they stood in his way.

He was truly displaying divine might.