348: Chapter 348 Dragon Fist Shaking Seal - Arena Collapses

The Burning Mountain Punch came with the force of thunder, but Jiang Chen didn't budge an inch, simply swinging his arm and striking out with a casual punch.

In an instant, a wild wind howled as a violent tornado that tore through the void rose from the ground, sweeping out with an unruly force that could crumble mountains and crack the earth!

Boom!

The Crimson Flame Punch Aura collided with the tornado and instantly dissipated, unable to hold its ground for even half a breath.

The tornado's momentum remained undiminished, fast as a flash of lightning, as it slammed heavily into Quan Wuque's chest.

He was sent flying backward, crashing a full thirty feet away. Yet, one had to marvel that the Divine Fist Sect was, after all, the number one sect for body refinement; after taking a direct hit from Jiang Chen, Quan Wuque's robes were only slightly torn, his breathing remained steady, and he didn't even stumble.

He stood firm, his eyes burning bright, and a hint of praise actually rose at the corners of his mouth: "Your punch strength is passable, but if you have no further breakthroughs, don't even think about budging me an inch."

Jiang Chen laughed heartily: "Then what if it's like this—with that physical body of yours, do you still dare to take it head-on?"

Before his voice had even faded, he punched again! The fist intent was like a mountain collapsing from the heavens, the aura like the sea crashing against the shore; a hundred-meter-long giant tornado exploded out of thin air, carrying a destructive power that could crush all things, as it twisted toward Quan Wuque's head to strangle him!

Quan Wuque's pupils constricted, and his hair stood on end—no matter how strong his physique was, once he was drawn into that, he would surely be turned to dust!

He held his breath and focused, knowing there was only one way: he had to shatter the tornado, or else this battle was already lost.

"Divine Fist First Style: Ten Directions Prison Suppression!"

He roared like thunder, the fist intent around his body boiling and surging as if he were possessed by an ancient Fist Saint, a vast fist power exploding violently from his iron fists!

Boom!

The void trembled and the sonic boom was ear-piercing as ten crimson punch seals condensed out of thin air, crisscrossing to seal the heavens and lock the earth, all of them crushing toward Jiang Chen together.

Jiang Chen's expression turned solemn, and he immediately activated a fist dao secret technique he had been deducing for a long time.

"Mad Dragon Heaven-Breaking Punch!"

Boom! A dragon's roar split the air, and golden light shone brilliantly! Where his fist pointed, ten golden-scaled dragons soared into the sky, their claws tearing through the clouds and their heads swallowing the heavens, carrying the power to submerge mountains and rivers and shake the nine heavens as they met the ten crimson seals!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

High in the sky, the dragon shadows and punch seals collided frantically, the explosions continuous and the aftershocks sweeping out like a tide; the martial arts stage crumbled inch by inch, and several violent turbulence storms were kicked up all around.

The people of the Divine Fist Sect watching the battle were all shaken to their cores. They had always firmly believed that Quan Wuque was already at the pinnacle of the fist dao in this world and would surely crush any newcomer.

After all, he was a fist dao genius seen only once in a thousand years in the sect, an insurmountable mountain in everyone's eyes.

Who could have expected that Jiang Chen would appear out of nowhere, every move and style like a thunderclap to their ears, teaching them the most painful lesson.

It turned out there were heavens beyond heavens and mountains beyond mountains; the so-called limit was merely the starting point for others.

"Lord Jiang Chen's fist intent is so deep, I'm afraid it already surpasses Elder Quan... It's simply staggering!"

"No wonder he dared to say he would subdue our Divine Fist Sect—only with such peerless cultivation could one have such breadth of mind and confidence!"

"Elder Quan's talent is unrivaled in the world, but his path of the fist dao had long ago hit a bottleneck; perhaps only Lord Jiang Chen can split open a new sky for him!"

"Our previous verbal offenses were truly unpardonable; we must definitely apologize to his face later!"

"Don't panic, Lord Jiang Chen has a magnificent bearing; why would he bother with the likes of us?"

The entire field of Divine Fist Sect disciples was shocked into silence, all of them putting away their arrogance, their eyes filled only with awe and admiration.

Wuming watched coldly from the sidelines, a faint smile in his heart: the world had always been thus—strength was the only passport.

And at this moment, the true contest between Jiang Chen and Quan Wuque had only just begun.

The ten golden dragons and ten crimson seals perished together, and before the light and shadows had even dissipated, Jiang Chen had already reached Quan Wuque like a ghost, his punch taking the center path with a momentum as heavy as a mountain and as vast as a tilting sea, impossible to avoid!

Quan Wuque's brow furrowed tightly, and without hesitation, he immediately unleashed the Divine Fist Second Style—

"Invincible in Battle!"

His punch came like thunder, and behind him, a Fist Saint Dharma Image that reached between heaven and earth suddenly appeared, its fist intent surging like the heavens as infinite power poured into his arms, meeting the attack head-on with a roar!

In the next moment, Jiang Chen's iron fist was like a falling star hitting the ground as it slammed hard against Quan Wuque's fist—

Crack! A crisp sound, ear-piercing like breaking wood or splitting stone, or perhaps like metal snapping. A sweetness rose in Quan Wuque's throat, and before his muffled groan could finish, he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the green rock ground a hundred paces away, sending shattered stones flying and dust rising.

The entire field was dead silent.

Who didn't know that Quan Wuque had achieved great success in body refinement? He could tear spiritual artifacts with his bare hands and shatter divine abilities with his naked fists; the strength of his bones was nearly equal to that of ancient dragon descendants, and even True Immortals marveled that his physical body was almost immortal.

But with this one collision, the skin on his entire right arm was torn open, white bone protruded grimly, blood gushed like a fountain, and his knuckles were dislocated inch by inch.

"Lord Jiang Chen, your fist intent is like a mountain; it has truly humbled me."

His breathing was ragged, yet he threw his head back and laughed, his voice shaking the surrounding area, "But the backbone of the Divine Fist Sect would rather break than bend—today, I will use all my hot blood to let you experience what 'Fist Suppressing Mountains and Rivers' truly is!"

Quan Wuque was a tough character. Even with his arm bones completely shattered, he didn't even frown, simply forming a seal to draw in Qi and activating a secret healing method—his flesh writhed, his broken bones returned to their places, and amidst the circulation of golden light, his injuries actually healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The True Immortal Realm was originally the foundation of immortality. As long as the Primordial Spirit was not extinguished and the origin remained, even if one was ground to dust, they could still reform and be reborn.

This was the power of a True Immortal, and also the reason why everyone on Azure Blue Star feared and revered them as gods.

But Quan Wuque never cared for power or honor. He lived only for the fist, and was mad for the Dao.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to knock down Jiang Chen and prove that his fist dao was not an illusion or a minor path, but a truly supreme path of ultimate hardness!

"Though your realm is inferior to mine, your battle intent is as scorching as the sun—it seems you really are going to risk your life."

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his smile warm, yet a spark of eagerness burned in his eyes, "Fine! I'll play this crazy game with you and see what kind of world-shaking punch you can throw."

Before his voice had even faded, eight arms forged of golden light suddenly appeared behind him, each one with bulging muscles and fist winds that tore the air; eight paths of immortal battle intent wove into a net, carrying a sharp edge that could crush all laws as they pressed down with a roar!

Just as the fist light was about to hit him, Quan Wuque's figure expanded, his skin taking on a molten gold luster, as if he were a war god statue awakening from ancient times.

"Indestructible Vajra Divine Art!"

He roared toward the sky, his voice like tearing silk. All eight fist lights slammed into him, but they only triggered ripples of golden light, failing to leave even a shallow mark.

"Lord Jiang Chen, this is the body I have cultivated all my life—releasing it with all my strength today is my greatest respect to you!"

His voice was loud, every word like a bell, echoing repeatedly among the peaks.

Jiang Chen clapped and laughed: "Good! A fine Indestructible Vajra! Then I shall also stop holding back and let you see with your own eyes what it means when 'the punch is the Dao, and the completion of the Dao is the end'."

Quan Wuque laughed heartily: "If I can see such a realm, what regret would I have even in death!"

"Rest assured," Jiang Chen's smile faded slightly, but his tone was certain, "I have a use for you—when I subdue the faith of Azure Blue, I will still need a pillar of heaven like you."

Quan Wuque cupped his fists and stood solemnly, his voice like the clashing of gold and stone: "Please, Lord Jiang Chen—grant me your guidance!"

As his words fell, the aura around him suddenly sank, as if the world had abruptly lost its weight.

A primitive, violent, and unstoppable fist intent soared into the sky, like a raging sea throwing up waves, or a mountain range collapsing.

The observers all felt their spines tingle and their legs go weak; some even knelt on the ground, their hands digging deep into the soil—

That was not a human throwing a punch; it was clearly a prehistoric beast opening its eyes, and with the lift of a claw, mountains and rivers changed course, and stars shifted their positions!

Wuming's fingertips trembled slightly; even though he believed Jiang Chen would surely win, his heart still felt as if a giant stone were pressing on it, and his breathing became labored.