The Martial Saint of Humanity, I Have Transformed Low-Level Martial Arts Into Immortal Martial Arts - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Thunderbolt Fist! Thunder Roars!

In addition, once a martial artist enters the Cleansing Marrow Stage, their potential is unleashed. Even a single-arm strength of a Cleansing Marrow martial artist can exceed ten thousand pounds. With simply this incredible strength, they can easily hurl a thousand-jin cauldron several meters away and possess the power to drag an elephant. A typical Transforming Tendon martial artist, without using any martial techniques, can be killed just by relying on their physical strength!

Murong An is most likely on the threshold of the Cleansing Marrow Stage.

“I can kill ordinary Transforming Tendon martial artists with ease… Only those at the Cleansing Marrow Stage are worthy of me using my full strength!”

Su Hao’s gaze was intense as he casually tossed aside the bent iron staff, with his fighting spirit burning vigorously within him. As a martial artist, facing a formidable enemy brought about this exhilarating excitement. He was eager to see if this seemingly Cleansing Marrow martial artist, Murong An, could truly satisfy him.

Noticing the rising fighting spirit in Su Hao’s eyes, Murong An became enraged. Although he forced his way into the Cleansing Marrow Stage through certain means, being in the Cleansing Marrow Stage set him apart. How could a Transforming Tendon martial artist dare to provoke him?

“I will shatter every bone in your body and drain every drop of blood and flesh from you, making you experience what it feels like to live worse than death!”

Murong An spoke fiercely, his expression twisted in rage. This man had killed many of his subordinates, and now he dared to be so arrogant in front of him. With his methods, he would ensure Su Hao regretted this moment.

Overturning Heaven Fist!

As Murong An’s words landed, he moved. With a single step, he seemed to shrink space, instantly closing the distance to Su Hao. With bones ringing in unison, his right hand formed a fist and struck out, initially with the fist facing down, but midway through, it twisted to face up, as if overturning heaven and earth, making the punch not only more solid but also more versatile.

Moreover, as Murong An acted, a palpable aura locked onto Su Hao, as if no matter how Su Hao dodged, this strike was destined to connect with him!

Thunderbolt Fist!

Su Hao did not let his guard down. He formed a fist with his right hand, which seemed ordinary at first glance, but contained thunderous strength within his fingers. The Thunderbolt Fist, a technique derived from the Dragon Spring Gang, is characterized by delivering thunder-like killing blows, exploding upon impact with the enemy, sending currents of energy piercing through the body and damaging the adversary’s meridians from the outside in, with unmatched power!

“Crack!”

At the moment the two fists collided, it was as if two bodies of flesh were not clashing. The Earth trembled violently, and fierce cracks tore apart the ground. Many martial artists standing nearby lost their balance and fell to the ground.

The intense, thunderous explosion echoed for miles, creating strong winds that scattered the shattered stones like bullets, leaving the surrounding rocks and trees riddled with holes.

At the moment of impact, Su Hao sensed that the force of his Thunderbolt Fist was actually suppressed and reversed by Murong An’s palm, mixing together with Murong An’s fist strength to form a tangible gust of energy that surged toward Su Hao.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The energy surrounding Su Hao acted as a protective barrier, as if he was clad in an invisible suit of iron armor. The collision erupted into a series of metallic ringing sounds!

Murong An’s fist technique was quite exquisite and domineering, able to reverse the energy and send part of the opponent’s force back at them. Even Su Hao couldn’t help but be forced to take a step back.

Steadying himself after retreating, Su Hao raised his leg to kick. The Mighty Vajra Leg unleashed an explosive surge of energy, but Murong An was agile in his movements. Su Hao’s kick only struck at an afterimage, the blow missing its target, leaving him feeling quite uncomfortable as if he had stepped into thin air.

“Is this the peculiar ability of a Cleansing Marrow martial artist?” Su Hao marveled inwardly, realizing for the first time how challenged he felt in combat against someone else.

A Cleansing Marrow martial artist undergoes a transformation of their body and spirit, greatly enhancing their physique while also elevating their mental state. They can even lock onto their enemies with their spirit and energy, enveloping them like a mist. In the moment the enemy makes a move, the mist shifts, allowing them to intuitively assess the trajectory of the attack and respond accordingly!

Typically, when a Cleansing Marrow martial artist faces opponents of a lower realm, it takes just a few exchanges to defeat them. This is not about the proficiency of martial skills but rather the overwhelming advantage of realm; a Cleansing Marrow martial artist can detect the strength and trajectory of an opponent’s attack instantaneously, as if one player at a card table were showing their hand. Not only can they anticipate the enemy’s moves to counter effectively, but they can at least ensure they remain undefeated.

Unless, of course, both are Cleansing Marrow martial artists with similar abilities to counterbalance one another.

“Break!”

Evading Su Hao’s sweeping kick, Murong An approached seemingly like a ghost from the side. As his blood surged through him, it made a sound similar to a rushing stream. His left palm tore through the air toward Su Hao’s ribcage, striking with solidified strength aimed at breaking through the protective energy.

Murong An was confident that even if Su Hao was skilled in techniques like the Golden Bell Cover or Iron Shirt, this palm strike would still severely injure him, breaking bones and tearing tendons!

Yet, just as the palm was about to reach him, Su Hao focused his mind. The energy and blood circulating rapidly around his body surged forth, gathering into an incredible, solid force that enveloped his exterior.

“Hmm?”

At the moment this palm struck Su Hao’s body, Murong An’s brow twitched slightly in shock and disbelief. Although he felt his strike land, there was still an inch of distance between his palm and Su Hao’s body, as if there were an invisible barrier surrounding him!

What made Murong An’s pupils constrict slightly was that when his palm struck Su Hao’s surface, the overwhelming strength seemed to dissipate into nothingness as if it had fallen into the sea like a clay bull.

Astral Strength!

This was naturally the Astral Strength that Su Hao had refined. By practicing multiple Lower Grade martial arts to perfection, along with his astonishing talent and understanding, he had successfully completed the process of refining strength five times to achieve Astral Strength.

When his Astral Strength radiated outward for defense, it could completely repel the enemy’s strength, unless the opponent’s attack exceeded the limits of what the Astral Strength could withstand.

Moreover, when condensed for attack, the Astral Qi was unstoppable!

What shocked Murong An even more was that although he had originally locked onto Su Hao’s aura and spirit, enabling him to judge the trajectory and intensity of Su Hao’s moves the moment he struck, he now sensed that there seemed to be an invisible barrier surrounding Su Hao, cutting off his aura and mental lock, making it impossible for him to predict Su Hao’s strike trajectory!

It was as though a person suddenly lost their vision and hearing, leaving them disoriented and helpless.

“Boom!”

While Murong An was taken aback, Su Hao didn’t stop; he unleashed another Thunderbolt Fist. This time, the strength coalesced into a fist aura about an inch thick, invisible to the naked eye, but the air around Su Hao’s fist exhibited a noticeable distortion!

The power contained in this punch was visibly terrifying!