Two Dragons, Ten Elephants, the "Peak Fist!" Imprinted with the (Fist Intent) of the desert, which had existed in lonely solitude for millions of years, the White House ruins were swept up in a gigantic yellow whirlwind. This was the sand and dust of the earth, all drawn out by the eruption of Qin Fen's punch, forming a massive, visible yellow sand-tornado that shot straight into the heavens.

Yang Duhong floated a hundred meters away in the sky, staring blankly at the center of the battlefield. Even from hundreds of meters away, the ancient, mysterious, yet vast aura in the air caused the lips to dry, as if one had truly fallen into that immense desert crucible, feeling the moisture within their body being sucked dry.

After spending nearly two months alone in the desert, gambling his life to gain insight, absorbing and merging with the soul of the Sahara accumulated over millions of years, seizing the Tai Bai history of Pei Chengjun's boxing will, and digesting the enlightenment gained from the Master's battle against Qilin—Qin Fen unleashed the strongest punch since leaving Qilin Mountain. All insights, all Fist Intent, were poured into the ultimate technique, [Fengshen Bang]!

Yang Duzun’s face showed neither sorrow nor joy. How could the path of the Hegemon Fist retreat? How could it yield? Facing a junior successor, if he backed down, how could he still be called the Hegemon Fist?

There was no tentative probing, no starting with minor ultimate moves before escalating to major ones—none of that childish playing house. A real martial artist's battle is decided by who gathers their energy faster and who releases their ultimate move in the shortest time.

It was not uncommon for the very first exchange of blows to decide the victor instantly.

The Hegemon Fist Intent, which had absorbed the historical imprints of all hegemons throughout Chinese and world history, possessing an almost unrivaled power, seemed like a strong mouse facing a giant cat when set against the Fist Intent Qin Fen had comprehended through a rapid series of fortuitous encounters.

The instant the Hegemon Fist collided with the Fengshen Bang, the toxic miasma of the Five Poisons Divine Universe—enough to instantly kill dinosaurs from the ancient era—felt like millions of drills boring into Qin Fen’s fist. The colossal clash of power immediately erupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground beneath both Qin Fen and Yang Duzun seemed hollowed out. The area within a hundred-meter radius instantly sank into the earth, extending for kilometers in the blink of an eye! The buildings caught in the ripple effect began to tilt haphazardly, no longer possessing their former rigidity.

The ground under their feet did not stop collapsing; in an instant, a hundred-meter-deep pit was gouged out. Broken water pipes sprayed high jets of water with no regard for cost, and thick severed cables, flickering with blinding blue electrical sparks, danced wildly.

The White House was completely gone. The True Qi, sweeping countless dust and rubble into the sky, dispersed outwards. Many nearby residents violently spat out mouthfuls of blood and immediately fainted; some even had blood seeping from their eardrums and nostrils.

Yang Lie and the others released their True Qi externally, pushing away the flying debris and True Qi, anxiously monitoring the changes within the battle zone.

The collision of fists lasted less than a hundred-thousandth of a second. Qin Fen's transparent arm began to fade, quickly reverting to its glass-jade state. Even his complexion flushed slightly red. His entire set of clothes had been shredded into rags by the surging True Qi, the impact force, and the chaotic churning power, with every strand of his hair standing on end like steel needles.

Qin Fen drove his stance forward forcefully. The Fengshen Bang, which had momentarily halted, transformed into a sky-piercing cannon, erupting once more! Yang Duzun’s face, displaying opposing black and white aspects, spurted a stream of crimson ichor from his nostrils. The downward-pressing Hegemon Fist violently snapped backward. The skin of his body, composed of black and white energy, cracked inch by inch. This was not the cracking of skin, but the Body-Integrating True Gang, fused into an iron plate, which finally could no longer maintain its integrity under the intense vibration.

The Body-Integrating True Gang that Yang Duzun had painstakingly refined for several years, never pausing, was what brought it to its current state. Even a Star-level martial artist would struggle to shatter it with a single punch—this was a special protective True Qi far more praiseworthy than standard protective divine arts.

Yang Duzun had once believed that even standing still, the Sixteen-Star martial artists of this world could hardly harm him in the slightest. Years of frenzied cultivation had finally managed to transform the previously inert Body-Integrating True Gang (which could not transform Qi into Essence) into this special True Gang, surpassing the ordinary Body-Integrating True Gang by countless degrees, though still falling short of Qi-to-Essence transformation.

Burst! As soon as Yang Duzun's Body-Integrating True Gang shattered, blood mist erupted uncontrollably from his pores. In an instant, he became a figure drenched in his own blood.

Before anyone could react, the sky-piercing cannon Qin Fen sent out struck Yang Duzun directly in the lower abdomen, bending his body ninety degrees. The domineering Human Gang Qi pierced through his body, blowing a fist-sized hole in Yang Duzun’s stomach, sending his body flying high into the air.

The municipal structures within a thousand meters of the White House had been reduced to ruins—utter ruins. The ground for several kilometers beyond was violently shaking, as if struck by a magnitude twelve earthquake, with all buildings swaying side to side like they were dancing.

Pfft..........

No matter how much Yang Duzun could endure, being struck into the air with a transparent hole blasted through his abdomen, he could not hold it in any longer. He opened his mouth and spewed a mass of glaring bloody fluid. The muscles in his lower abdomen writhed violently; the hole, recently the size of an infant's head, rapidly shrank to the thickness of a man’s arm.

Regeneration! After the fourth-level fusion of the Bio-Beast, any kind of Bio-Beast possessed powerful regenerative capabilities. As long as the head or heart wasn't completely annihilated, the Bio-Beast, stimulated by sufficient energy, could facilitate rapid division and regeneration of human cells.

Yang Duzun, being a Seventeen-Star Divine Beast, possessed strength and martial prowess rarely seen. Energy was certainly not lacking for him, and coupled with his powerful life force, a mere hole in his abdomen would not kill him.

With his body propelled upward, Yang Duzun used the momentum of the Wukong Technique to retreat rapidly, seeking to create distance from Qin Fen first. The quality of this Human Gang Qi surpassed imagination. Even though Seventeen-Star True Qi vastly surpassed Sixteen-Star True Qi in quantity, it was still broken through by this tightly condensed True Qi! Even the toxins from the Five Poisons Divine Palm could not instantly breach that protective Human Gang Qi. As fast as Yang Duzun retreated, Qin Fen advanced faster, launching a sky-piercing cannon punch, his legs slightly bent, propelling his body upward to chase Yang Duzun, combining his might with the Wukong Technique.

After the battle at Hallasan Mountain, Qin Fen already understood how terrifying a four-level Bio-Beast fusion was—that powerful regenerative ability was enough to make one believe they were dreaming.

Yang Duzun was not the likes of Pei Chengjun. The Fengshen Bang directly penetrated Pei Chengjun's entire body, shattering his heart, but it could not do the same to Yang Duzun.

Bang bang bang.........

In the sky, the arm Yang Duzun used to strike the Hegemon Fist suddenly exploded, revealing stark white bone with almost no flesh. In the blink of an eye, a layer of flesh began to rebuild upon it, showing signs it could recover in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!" Seeing Qin Fen arrogantly charging towards him, Yang Duzun instantly kicked out with a hundred feet, forming a net of feet to trap Qin Fen. However, he realized Qin Fen had vanished in an instant, reappearing silently behind and below his body like a slippery loach. The overwhelmingly imposing Fist Intent had vanished without a trace. The hand blade he coldly stabbed out was soundless, its target unexpectedly the organ necessary for human excretion.

This series of flashing, dodging, and reappearing, coupled with the silent attack method, made Yang Duzun feel as if he had switched opponents. The gentleman who had met him head-on was gone; now there was an incomparably despicable opponent using such maneuvers! Moreover, as this hand blade approached, it kept changing, his fingers flicking wildly like a blooming peony flower.

The ultimate technique of the King of Despicable Acts, Zeng Yicheng—The Orchid Blossom Hand! Ten Thousand Blossoms Bloom!

Yang Duzun ignored the painful state of his lower abdomen, forcefully twisting his body, causing his stomach to spray out more blood. He kicked out another net of legs, but found Qin Fen had appeared on his left side at some unknown time, his body swaying like a flower blooming in the wind.

The Peony Blooms Everywhere! The exclusive signature of the King of Despicable Acts, Zeng Yicheng—every step, every evasive leap was a petal of the peony. Qin Fen's hands were like fully blossomed petals, targeting the eyes, throat, ear canals, and the two crucial excretory orifices—almost innumerable vital points were covered.

Yang Duzun had faced many enemies who fought without scruples, but never one so utterly shameless. Others used unscrupulous means with the goal of killing; but Qin Fen gave him the feeling that he wasn't fighting to win, but simply enjoyed using despicable methods, deriving pleasure from seeing his opponent exhausted and flustered.

Others fought to win; Qin Fen’s battle gave Yang Duzun the distinct impression that he was playing.

Behind him again? Yang Duzun looked at the charging Qin Fen, his first thought being that he was about to execute a grand shift in position.

No! Yang Duzun started, the utterly shameless Qin Fen from the earlier exchange had vanished! What stood before him now was a martial artist overflowing with killing intent!

Yang Duzun integrated his not-yet-fully-recovered Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, Myriad Supremacy Technique, flipped his wrist, and violently shook his arm, transforming it into a long spear, piercing through Qin Fen’s incoming punch, aiming directly for his throat.

Three Nots, Three No-Hands! Omnipresent! Yang Duzun roared inwardly, intending to use Qin Fen's own tactics against him. The first two moves of this technique were specifically for striking acupoints, targeting vital human areas, while the final move struck the opponent's vital parts. Combining the intent of the Snake Form Fist with the spear techniques of a long shaft, it was truly inescapable.

Qin Fen’s murderous look suddenly dissipated, his eyes filled with intoxicating, gentle affection. Before Yang Duzun could feel the goosebumps rise, the Snake-like Spear of the Three Nots, Three No-Hands was surprisingly entangled by Qin Fen’s crossed and twisted arms. When he tried to pull free, he found the entanglement only tightened.

Yang Duzun exerted force twice in succession but could not break free. Then he heard Qin Fen's voice: "Want to pull it out? Fine! I'll grant your wish?"

A crushing force surged through his arms. Yang Duzun could no longer maintain balance in the air. What came from Qin Fen was not just supporting energy, but true brute force! In the exchange of punches and kicks, True Qi could generate powerful impact, but brute strength was not supposed to have such a large advantage.

However, once they were locked together, Qin Fen’s brute force became terrifyingly effective. As he rotated his body, Yang Duzun was like a kite being swung around, possessing a reservoir of True Qi that surpassed Qin Fen's, yet completely unable to utilize it.

Qin Fen in the air was like a hammer thrower, swinging a hammer, rotating himself at high speed without any intention of stopping.

One rotation, two rotations... three rotations... a hundred rotations... three hundred rotations...

Qin Fen spun like a giant windmill, rotating three hundred times in just a few seconds, showing no sign of slowing down.

Five hundred.......... Eight hundred.....

Yang Duzun was flung about as if in zero gravity, and his True Qi briefly became somewhat erratic. After all, he had not experienced the zero-gravity state Qin Fen endured in the Sacred Martial Hall. Even a Seventeen-Star martial artist, suddenly entering zero gravity, would experience a momentary dispersion of their True Qi!

Qin Fen clearly felt this dispersion. The two arms wrapped around the snake-like spear suddenly loosened, and Yang Duzun shot toward the ground like the most magnificent meteor.

A Seventeen-Star martial artist, possessing the Wukong Technique, should never crash to the ground, but in that instant of weightlessness, Qin Fen seized the opportunity.

The ground exploded with dust. The yellowish-brown dust erupted like spewing mud. Qin Fen, pulling back from the air, unleashed ten consecutive Cleaving Sky Palms with both fists, making the entire ground look even more ravaged.

PS: Today I'm short by 1600 words; I'll make it up tomorrow. Time for sleep! I am not a shirker!