6: Chapter 6 The Power of the Perfect Thunderclap Fist

Nerves tightly strained, his Special Ability running at overclocked speeds, Chen Moxuan's Mental Energy consumption was nearing its limit.

Head splitting with pain, his vision becoming increasingly blurred, his control over his body was worsening.

Finally, after dodging another sword strike, Chen Moxuan stumbled, his figure unsteady, his gaze unfocused; he looked completely exhausted, revealing a huge opening.

"It's over." Lin Muhan said indifferently.

She drew back her sword to gather momentum. A brilliant white light flared on the longsword, condensing extremely pure True Qi. Without the slightest mercy, she intended to deliver the most ruthless strike to Chen Moxuan.

"White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!"

This thrust was far faster than any previous strike, and Chen Moxuan no longer had the strength to dodge.

"Oh no!"

The one-armed teacher thought to himself, his True Qi erupting as he prepared to rush between the two to interrupt the match.

Even from tens of meters away, one could clearly feel the might of this sword strike; it was definitely not something Chen Moxuan could withstand.

If this strike landed, something terrible would definitely happen!

But the next moment, Chen Moxuan, who had appeared exhausted, suddenly stepped forward, his eyes regaining their luster.

"Just intentionally revealing an opening, don't get too excited." Chen Moxuan murmured, staring at the sword light inches away.

[Analyzing Thunder Shock Punch, current progress 100%]

[Thunder Shock Punch (Perfection) analysis complete]

In an instant, Chen Moxuan's whole body shook. Countless insights regarding this boxing technique surged forth, becoming an instinct he knew by heart, reaching Perfection.

"Boom!"

As his blood surged, it sounded like thunder. Chen Moxuan's muscles and meridians expanded, his skin took on a faint crimson hue, and his Aura climbed at an astonishing speed.

Although he was in the wrong first, this girl had repeatedly tried to kill him, so he would no longer hold back.

With his blood boiling, Chen Moxuan gathered all his remaining blood energy into this one punch. Without holding anything back, he intended to meet Lin Muhan head-on.

"I'll smash you with one punch!"

The Thunder Shock Punch, having reached Perfection, roared out!

He thrust his fist from his waist, carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt. Accompanied by bursts of thunderous sound, thick, tangible blood energy enveloped his fist as it collided violently with the white light.

The moment they made contact, the white light was directly shattered, revealing the sword body beneath.

Immediately after, the sword body began to tremble continuously, and cracks spread up from the tip.

"Bang!"

A visible shockwave blasted out from Chen Moxuan's fist. The longsword shattered, and countless sharp fragments shot backward.

The entire competition arena trembled violently. Dust and gravel danced wildly in the shockwave, smoke and dust rose, and Lin Muhan was sent flying backward by the impact.

"What?!"

In the spectator stands, all the students watched this scene in disbelief.

"Lin Muhan was blown away? How is this possible!"

"Is she hacking?"

Whether it was the students from Tianqing Martial Arts School or Henghuo Martial Arts School, none could believe what they were seeing.

A Blood Accumulation Realm Martial Artist and a Qi Control Realm Martial Artist attacking each other head-on with full force, and it was the Qi Control Realm one who was blown away?

And this wasn't even a case of a Peak Blood Accumulation Realm Martial Artist fighting someone who had just entered the Qi Control Realm.

It was a First Realm, Level 6, knocking away a Second Realm, Level 3!

To describe the difference in their physical foundations, it was like the gap between a kindergartner and a heavyweight boxing champion.

This fact, which completely overturned common sense, made all the students think their eyes were playing tricks on them.

"What is wrong with this world?"

The team-leading teachers on the high platform were similarly shocked.

"Such power... could it be a Perfection-grade Thunder Shock Punch?"

The team leader from Jiangshui Martial Arts School gasped.

"Impossible! Impossible, impossible..."

Teacher Xu, the team leader from Tianqing Martial Arts School, said "impossible" three times in a row, his voice gradually becoming weaker.

Thunder Shock Punch was not a rare Martial Skill; many people had practiced it, and he even knew it himself.

But precisely because of that, he knew deeply that with Chen Moxuan's martial cultivation, even if he executed a Major Achievement-grade Thunder Shock Punch, it would be impossible to have such momentum and power.

But if it were a Perfection-grade Thunder Shock Punch, it would be even more inconceivable.

The so-called Perfection is a Realm reached only by studying a Martial Skill to the extreme; one's understanding of the Martial Skill must reach the height of the founder.

Most people spend ten or even several decades just to practice a Martial Skill from Introduction to Major Achievement, and the difficulty of going from Major Achievement to Perfection is several times harder than all the previous steps combined.

Even he, having practiced martial arts for over forty years and mastered several boxing and Martial Skills—whether yellow-grade or otherwise—had all remained at Major Achievement, never able to take another step forward.

But Chen Moxuan was clearly only in his third year of high school. Starting to build his foundation at twelve, formally encountering martial arts at fifteen, the time he had spent practicing Martial Skills until now was at most three years.

Practicing a yellow-grade Martial Skill to Perfection in three years—could Henghuo Martial Arts School have produced a martial arts prodigy?

Teacher Xu looked meaningfully at the one-armed teacher; perhaps the "future Grandmaster" the other had spoken of was not really an exaggeration.

Unsurprisingly, Chen Moxuan's name had thoroughly made a splash in Dongchang City after this battle.

And the level of shock in the one-armed teacher's heart at this moment was no less than anyone else's.

Chen Moxuan's Thunder Shock Punch was taught by him personally; when did he practice it to Perfection?

Did he even give him a heads-up?

"Could Henghuo Martial Arts School actually make it to the finals?"

A thought that he originally dared not even fantasize about rose in the one-armed teacher's heart.

He really wanted to call the principal who didn't think highly of this match immediately.

Their Henghuo Martial Arts School might really be on fire this time!

The match that seemed to have no suspense had become unpredictable because of this domineering punch.

Taking this punch head-on, the teachers present felt that even Lin Muhan would not be unscathed.

The power of this punch had far exceeded the scope of the Blood Accumulation Realm.

The three of them turned to look at Old Liu simultaneously.

Old Liu stared at the smoke-covered arena, his eyes narrowing as he said:

"Chen Moxuan is at the end of his rope after executing this punch. If Lin Muhan still has the strength to fight, he loses; if Lin Muhan is injured and unable to fight, he wins."

The three teachers nodded silently.

After all, this was a martial arts sparring match, not a fight to the death. Regardless of whether both sides still intended to continue fighting, the match would be decided based on this criterion to terminate it.

Whether it was the teachers or the students in the spectator stands, everyone held their breath, nervously waiting for the smoke to disperse.

Chen Moxuan knelt on one knee, his hands supporting him on the stage, panting heavily. Sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead one after another, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably; he felt like he would faint in the next second.

Whether it was physical strength or Mental Energy, he had long reached his limit, and was only holding on by sheer willpower.

Chen Moxuan struggled to lift his head. The smoke and dust slowly dissipated a bit, and he saw Lin Muhan's figure first.

Lin Muhan's blue-green uniform was in tatters, revealing dozens of bloody marks and large areas of snow-white skin.

Her lower abdomen and thighs were wounded by several sword fragments, dyeing the blue-green uniform bright red; she looked quite tragically beautiful.

Her right arm hung limp, seemingly dislocated. Her left arm was struggling to cover the tattered cloth on her chest, and a glimmer of crystal-clear tears rolled in her eyes.

Seeing this scene, Chen Moxuan couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is this... is she crying from being hit?"