Man’s dominance lies in his fist! No matter the foe, crush everything with an overbearing punch!

This is a special fighting technique that infuses the spirit of dominance directly into the fist! This technique, the Ba Quan (Overbearing Fist), was created by Tian Lianling Guan as a tribute to Qian Xuanxuan, intended to be his ultimate move to seek guidance from Qian Xuanxuan during the Newcomer King Tournament.

With this Ba Quan unleashed, Tian Lianling Guan’s essence, energy, and spirit surged to the absolute peak of his existence. The imposing aura, the sound, the light, and the sheer power astonished every spectator, especially the roaring beast-king cries, one wave higher than the last, perfectly synchronized with his counter-attacking forward step, giving the impression that the very tide of the world was sounding the horn for his comeback.

In an instant, having stepped into the Half-Saint realm, Tian Lianling Guan launched a ferocious counterattack! His Half-Saint level was no ordinary one.

Even Half-Saints have strengths and weaknesses! With years of accumulated reserves, the moment Tian Lianling Guan reached Half-Saint, his strength instantly neared its apex, merely a threshold away from true Sainthood.

Among Half-Saints, few could stand against him in battle! His profound strength, coupled with pure, high-quality fighting Qi and Soul, meant that against an expert at the peak of the Fighting Soul realm, a single punch was enough to shatter his opponent to dust!

Half-Saint! For many warriors at the peak of the Fighting Soul realm, Tian Lianling Guan’s current Half-Saint status was virtually indistinguishable from true Sainthood; both could shatter them with one blow, killing them outright.

He had no intention of allowing Qian Jin to regain control or the upper hand; he aimed to finish Qian Jin right here, right now. Facing Tian Lianling Guan’s sudden, overwhelmingly dominant counter-assault, Qian Jin’s expression remained as still as an ancient well.

His countenance resembled a steadfast, ancient stone atop a mountain peak, unmoved by millennia of wind and rain—no joy, no sorrow, no anger, not even a trace of killing intent remained. A series of roars erupted from within his body; his one hundred and eight Dou Qiao (Vital Apertures), spurred by his Fighting Soul, spun and roared like a dragon's whirlwind.

The hand loosely gripping his battle saber relaxed, casually pressing downward. His entire body dipped slightly, his battle armor flowing with the motion.

His fist clenched into an empty hammer-grip, as if hoisting a heavy maul—this was the Sheng Feng Shiba Chui (Eighteen Hammers of Ascending Peak), a technique learned from Uncle Black. Tian Lianling Guan’s counterattack rose from below, like a griffon king soaring toward the heavens, aiming to pierce the stars!

In contrast, Qian Jin’s fist descended, enveloping the earth. BOOM!

The two fists met! Simultaneous, immense sounds erupted from within both Qian Jin and Tian Lianling Guan, as if metallic skeletons were groaning under the strain of colossal force, creaking incessantly.

Or perhaps like a massive ship being tossed in a hurricane upon the ocean, shuddering, on the verge of falling apart. This was the sound of their exceptionally potent fighting Qi tangling and grinding against each other, a friction noise that resonated in everyone’s ears.

Tian Lianling Guan, having broken through to the Half-Saint realm mid-battle, displayed the majesty of an established powerhouse among the younger generation, seizing the initiative in adversity, showcasing the sheer ferocity of his new status. Hearing this grinding resonance, the onlookers suspected that the next moment, the bones of either man might simply shatter under the pressure, causing them to collapse powerlessly to the ground.

Blue electric light surged from the battle saber, and from the fist, like a tide finding an inlet, it rushed frantically toward Qian Jin’s core! The crowd momentarily feared Qian Jin would instantly be electrocuted into a charcoal husk.

But neither body shattered, and Qian Jin did not turn to charcoal. He didn't even exhibit the numbness expected from a high-voltage shock.

With one punch pressing down on the Half-Saint Tian Lianling Guan, Qian Jin’s shoulder dipped slightly, and his foot advanced another half-step rather than retreating, drawing even closer to Tian Lianling Guan! The blue current entering Qian Jin’s body vanished as if into a bottomless sea.

Qian Jin showed no discomfort whatsoever; countless prior applications of the Volcanic Potion had already rendered his body exceptionally robust, granting him far superior resistance compared to any bloodline warrior of the same rank! Yet, strangely, this time, Qian Jin’s body generated no resistance.

The currents seemed to have returned home upon entering him—thrilled, they integrated naturally into his Wind and Cloud Fighting Qi without causing any destructive effect. At that moment, the Wind and Cloud Fighting Qi visibly split into two distinct streams due to the current: one rapid and swift, the other free and chaotic.

The current flowed between these two streams, and as they rubbed against each other, it began to grow, little by little. Wind, Cloud...

When the wind blows the clouds, the current is born, and the rain falls! The Wind and Cloud Fighting Qi inherently absorbed the traits of wind and cloud.

Even without the external current today, as Qian Jin’s strength continued to improve, the electrical aspect would have naturally emerged eventually. At this instant, Qian Jin understood why the teachers in the Four Seasons Valley always looked down upon all other forms of Qi when discussing the Wind and Cloud variant; this specific Qi truly possessed aspects beyond his previous comprehension.

With his forward step, Qian Jin’s loosely formed fist suddenly solidified, as if grasping a genuine hammerhead. His shoulder pressed down and rotated slightly, as if wielding a hammer forged from a true star.

As this punch was drawn back, Qian Jin seemed to transform completely into another person. The placid gaze in his eyes exploded with a sharpness never before seen, his vision as piercing and cutting as blades splitting metal, as if he commanded the myriad stars in the heavens—a true Star God.

At this moment, it wasn't just Tian Lianling Guan who had broken through; in the clash against the Half-Saint, Qian Jin had unintentionally grasped a thread, a faint connection, allowing him to integrate the Sheng Feng Shiba Chui with that unique star-related technique. The change in his fist instantly manifested a distinct artistic conception.

"What is this? Why is my current ineffective?" Tian Lianling Guan’s heart pounded wildly.

Pan Hongji’s eyes widened even further. He immediately activated his Wan Jie Zhi Yan (Myriad Release Eye) to scrutinize Qian Jin’s strike, seeking enlightenment from this single move.

The last time he fought Qian Jin, growth hadn't been exclusive to Qian Jin; Pan Hongji had also gleaned insights. Through countless life-and-death battles, Qian Jin’s every casual movement now faintly carried the shadow of En and Uncle Black.

However, he himself was oblivious to this transformation; having constantly observed powerhouses like En and Uncle Black, it was difficult to perceive subtle changes unless they were glaring. But for a grandmaster among warriors like Pan Hongji, such a shift was undeniably apparent.

This punch! Pan Hongji narrowed his eyes.

Qian Jin was executing a genuine, raw integration and summation of all the combat experience he had accumulated in recent days! This integrated, summarized punch truly shook the very earth!

Rumble, rumble, rumble... The explosive sounds of swirling, colliding airflow erupted again.

The Wrathful Lotus Fighting Qi beneath Qian Jin’s feet blossomed completely, transforming into a massive lotus that carried him forward, never yielding ground! Qian Jin’s fist resembled a colossal forging hammer, or perhaps a massive star plummeting from the heavens, encompassing the entire landscape.

The star-like, forging hammer fist smashed heavily onto Tian Lianling Guan’s own fist! The dual impact of the fists sent force directly into the opponent’s very marrow, sounding like wagon after wagon of steel colliding heavily.

The spectators could only hear the sound of collision, disbelieving that it came from fists; they were more inclined to believe two fully loaded steel carts had crashed at high speed. The two fists met in solid, intimate contact.

Tian Lianling Guan’s feet scraped backward nine steps before he finally stabilized himself, his eyes filled with disbelief. Not only had this brat Qian Jin managed to receive his new Ba Quan, but he had immediately been struck by an even more ferocious counterattack.

Pain! Tian Lianling Guan felt as though his bones were truly about to shatter.

Qian Jin’s fist was as hard as if it were forged from something beyond a standard Fighting Weapon, exhibiting an unimaginable density. Moreover, that was not the most terrifying aspect—it was the chilling intent within the punch!

Though it was a single strike, a single technique, it seemed to contain several distinct fighting methods intertwined. Especially that bizarre chilling and burning energy of the Bing Yan Dou Qi (Ice Flame Fighting Qi).

Contact with it made one feel as if their marrow would freeze solid, yet simultaneously, it possessed the searing capability of fire. The absolute zero of the Ice Flame Fighting Qi, combined with the Hidden Thunder technique, and then layered with yet another type of flame—one that even carried poison!

This afflicted him by simultaneously corroding and infiltrating his fighting meridians, apertures, blood, and flesh as it burned, leaving Tian Lianling Guan utterly wretched, as if fighting several opponents at once. The upper hand was not held; the initiative was not seized!

Tian Lianling Guan could not fathom how a young warrior like Qian Jin could unleash such a grand, overwhelming punch, how such overwhelming momentum could be filled with endless killing intent, like an iron torrent threatening to overthrow dynasties. In a flash, Tian Lianling Guan suppressed his shock, casting all amazement from his mind.

Countless trials on the Battlefields of Men and Demons had brought him to a state of true composure and unflappable tranquility! In just a moment, he identified Qian Jin’s greatest flaw: endurance!

Simply put, Qian Jin possessed an explosive power that surpassed his current Fighting Soul rank, an outburst comparable to a Half-Saint! However, such explosive power demanded more fighting Qi to sustain it; otherwise, it could not manifest such might.

But without the stamina of a Half-Saint, he could not maintain such prolonged pressure. Tian Lianling Guan regulated the turbulent Fighting Qi within his body, once again entering his state of calm composure amidst crisis.

The current disadvantage was only temporary; he believed that with a brief defense, once Qian Jin's Qi reserves dwindled, he could successfully counterattack. Sheng Feng Shiba Chui—First Hammer, Second Hammer, Third Hammer, Fourth Hammer...

Qian Jin relentlessly swung his fists, treating Tian Lianling Guan as a stubborn piece of iron to be hammered. He had already recalled his wide-arcing battle saber to his Dou Jie (Fighting Realm); his current objective was to kill the opponent.

Wielding the saber continuously would prematurely signal mortal danger to the opponent, perhaps prompting the correct tactical decision to retreat from the battlefield. Fist raised, strike down; raise again, strike down again...

Qian Jin was like a tireless blacksmith, finally displaying the full extent of his offense before everyone after decisively seizing the upper hand. All the grief and anger of the preceding days were channeled and unleashed through his fists.