Chapter 600 - 573: Terrifying Ancient Boxing Technique

Before Zhaang Ye lay a dark, gloomy passageway. It was about seventy feet wide, twisting and curving as it stretched into the distance, so far that even Zhaang Ye’s Spiritual Sense couldn’t find its end.

Zhaang Ye’s figure flashed, and he entered the passageway. Just as he steadied himself, a terrifying aura rushed toward him. The aura was desolate and violent, piercing straight to the depths of his soul. Despite Zhaang Ye’s powerful Cultivation, he felt an urge to prostrate himself and kneel before this aura!

"GHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

A strange voice suddenly appeared in Zhaang Ye’s mind. Following the strange laughter, the large door behind Zhaang Ye slammed shut with a boom, plunging the passage into pitch darkness.

A flicker of horror crossed Zhaang Ye’s eyes. His Soul Power was quite formidable, and his Spiritual Sense was exceptionally sharp; not the slightest movement in his surroundings could escape him. But this strange voice had actually bypassed his Spiritual Sense and appeared directly in his mind, which made Zhaang Ye’s alarm surge.

Zhaang Ye was horrified for a moment, but then a thought seemed to strike him, and he calmed down. The Broken Wave Saber appeared silently in his palm.

Just then, the strange voice appeared again. "Hehehehe, you should understand who I am by now, shouldn’t you? That’s right. I am a sliver of the avatar left behind by the Sword Monarch. You can consider me the Sword Monarch himself. Junior, do you wish to inherit my ultimate techniques, dominate the Barbaric World, and become a supreme expert?"

The Sword Monarch’s voice carried an indescribable domineering aura, a natural, majestic air of looking down upon the world. The rumbling sound echoed in his mind like thunder rolling across the sky, and Zhaang Ye nearly coughed up blood.

Zhaang Ye slowly circulated the Celestial River Righteous Qi within his body and said, "Sword Monarch, I do wish to obtain your ultimate techniques and become a supreme expert. But I do not wish to *inherit* your ultimate techniques."

"Hm?"

The Sword Monarch’s voice now held a trace of anger. "Junior, you don’t want to inherit my ultimate techniques? Are you looking down on them?"

As he spoke the last sentence, the Sword Monarch’s voice was like a blade stabbing viciously into Zhaang Ye’s mind. Zhaang Ye’s head instantly felt like it would split open, and an immense sense of crisis washed over him.

"Hmph!"

Zhaang Ye snorted angrily, condensing his Spiritual Sense into a single line to resist the Sword Monarch’s voice. He said coldly, "Every person has their own path. What suits you is what’s best for you. I, Zhaang Ye, have my own path to walk. Therefore, I have no need to inherit your ultimate techniques. As for your techniques, I will merely use them for reference."

The Sword Monarch laughed in fury, his voice like ice in Zhaang Ye’s mind. "Such arrogance! Junior, I’d like to see what skills you actually possess. Take this!"

BOOM!

The moment the Sword Monarch’s voice fell, the wind howled through the passage. A fist the size of a large bowl, like a rising sun, suddenly appeared in the darkness!

The passage was pitch black, but when this fist appeared, it instantly illuminated the surroundings. Zhaang Ye’s eyes had already adjusted to the dark. Suddenly faced with this radiant red fist, the light was so glaring that his eyes began to ache, and tears streamed out uncontrollably.

’What a terrifying fist! This is dangerous!!’

Zhaang Ye’s expression changed as he faced the sudden appearance of this fist. The fist radiated light and contained boundless killing intent, and he couldn’t see through it at all!

The things one cannot see through are the most terrifying. Because if you can’t see through it, you don’t know how to deal with it. You can’t even fight it head-on. All you can do is watch and wait for death!

Danger!

Extreme danger!!

Staring at the radiant fist, Zhaang Ye had a nagging feeling in his heart that if he were struck by it, there would be only one outcome: immediate death!

"Hmph!"

Seeing the fist tear through the air toward him, Zhaang Ye’s Spiritual Sense suddenly condensed, and eighteen phantoms appeared out of thin air!

Semi-corporeal Spiritual Sense!

When Spiritual Sense is condensed to its absolute limit, it becomes corporeal, possessing all sorts of wondrous uses. Zhaang Ye’s Cultivation was only at the True Dao Fourth Layer, yet his Spiritual Sense was so exceptionally strong that he could actually make it semi-corporeal and condense it into eighteen phantoms!

The phantoms were like eighteen fine threads, shooting toward the fist. Although the radiant fist contained all sorts of wondrous applications and was constantly changing, it was still locked onto by the eighteen threads of Spiritual Sense.

"Strike!"

The instant the threads of Spiritual Sense locked on, the Broken Wave Saber in Zhaang Ye’s hand shot out like lightning. It traced an incomparably wondrous arc through the air and struck the fist dead-on.

BOOM!

With a tremendous explosion, Zhaang Ye’s saber struck the radiant fist. After a blinding flash of light, the terrifying fist finally vanished into the void. The feeling of extreme danger dissipated along with it.

At this moment, the Sword Monarch’s voice slowly drifted over. "A long, long time ago, a powerful expert skilled with his fists appeared in the Black Cloud Domain. His name was Fist Dominator. Fist Dominator was a master of Fist Technique. His style was Majestic and Overwhelming, and he was my greatest rival. The punch just now was a Combat Skill that Fist Dominator created himself, called Rising Sun. When thrown, it is like the sun rising—unstoppable."

Zhaang Ye remained silent, listening quietly.

The Sword Monarch’s icy voice rang out, "Fist Dominator created nine sets of Fist Techniques, each one possessing world-shaking power. I have inscribed Fist Dominator’s nine sets of Fist Techniques into nine separate passages. I use my enemy’s techniques to test my juniors. Only by breaking these Fist Techniques will you be qualified to enter the Sword Monarch Hall.

Junior, the Fist Technique you now face is called the Great Sun Fist Technique, and it consists of three punches. This set of techniques is being executed by a sliver of my avatar. Although its power is less than one ten-thousandth of the original, it is still enough to kill a master at the Peak of True Dao Sixth Layer. Junior, I hope you can survive this Great Sun Fist Technique! The second punch: Sun at High Noon!"

BOOM!

Another fist appeared in the passage.

If the first punch was like the rising sun, then this second punch was the sun at its zenith. The light from this fist was so bright one couldn’t even look at it directly. The scorching radiance emitted a terrifying heat, instantly baking the passage red-hot and causing Zhaang Ye’s bodily fluids to boil!

Faced with such an overwhelmingly tyrannical Fist Technique, Zhaang Ye couldn’t even open his eyes. Left with no choice, he had to rely on the exquisitely sharp threads of his Spiritual Sense to lock onto the punch with all his might.

Spiritual Sense evolves from Spiritual Power. It is incredibly sharp and can capture every slight movement in one’s surroundings. Although this "Sun at High Noon" was fast and its Transformations were Profound Mysteries, it was still captured by Zhaang Ye’s Spiritual Sense.

But when his Spiritual Sense captured the fist, Zhaang Ye’s expression changed.

This single punch contained over one thousand and eight different Transformations. Every one of these one thousand and eight Transformations was filled with terrifying killing intent. If Zhaang Ye mishandled even one, he would face immediate disaster!

’Is this the Fist Technique of an Ancient Strong Person? It’s too terrifying! How can a Fist Technique this incomparably mighty also contain so many Transformations? Is it even possible to survive this?!’

Zhaang Ye was secretly horrified, but his mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to break the technique. The power contained in this punch was immense, and its Transformations were abnormally complex. With Zhaang Ye’s current strength, he couldn’t possibly face it head-on. And the passage was only about seventy feet wide; even if his Body Technique were more profound, he still couldn’t evade it in such a narrow space.

In short, if he wanted to emerge from this attack unscathed, his only option was to use a clever method to skillfully break the technique.

But a Fist Technique created by an Ancient Strong Person, even at less than one ten-thousandth of its original power, was by no means so easily broken.

What should I do?

What should I do??

Zhaang Ye’s mind raced at high speed, instantly running through all sorts of deductions and counters. Countless methods for breaking the technique surfaced, only to be immediately discarded by Zhaang Ye.

The fist drew closer and closer. The scorching heat had already begun to singe Zhaang Ye’s hair, curling it.

Just as the fist was about to slam into him, Zhaang Ye’s eyes suddenly lit up. At this critical juncture, Zhaang Ye suddenly recalled the Sword Techniques unleashed by the purple-bearded middle-aged man when he was refining the Sword Monarch’s consciousness.

When Zhaang Ye was refining the Sword Monarch’s consciousness, he had fought a life-and-death battle against a purple-bearded middle-aged man in his sea of consciousness. Although this purple-bearded man was just a sliver of the Sword Monarch’s consciousness, he was exceptionally powerful. A casual wave of his hand could unleash a terrifying blade of light, and Zhaang Ye had to fight for his life just to block it.

Now, facing this terrifying Ancient Boxing Technique, Zhaang Ye naturally thought of the purple-bearded man’s Saber Technique.

SWOOSH!

The Broken Wave Saber in Zhaang Ye’s hand flashed with an extremely profound light. This strike was incredibly fast, faintly containing the Realm that Zhaang Ye was capable of comprehending. As the saber’s light flashed, all sorts of illusions appeared one after another!

BANG!!

Zhaang Ye’s strike was like piercing a balloon. The fist let out a huge bang and then exploded, instantly filling the entire passage with berserk power.

Zhaang Ye withdrew his saber, holding the Broken Wave Saber vertically before his chest, his hand trembling slightly. Blood dripped from the web between his thumb and forefinger, spotting the floor.

Although Zhaang Ye had cleverly broken the second punch, his wrist was still severely injured by the incomparably mighty Fist Technique, and the web of his hand had been torn open.

The Sword Monarch’s cold voice came through. "Junior, you have some nerve! The Saber Technique you just used was clearly the one I created myself. In other words, you actually refined a sliver of my will! You dare to refine my will... you truly have some nerve!"

SWOOSH!

Following the Sword Monarch’s voice, a purple-bearded middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the passage. The purple-bearded man approached at a slow pace, his body faintly glowing. Walking through the darkness, he looked just like a monarch.

The Sword Monarch!

The moment he saw the familiar purple-bearded man, Zhaang Ye recognized him. This purple-bearded middle-aged man was, without a doubt, the very Sword Monarch who had shaken the world in Ancient Times!

The Sword Monarch approached slowly and said indifferently, "Junior, by refining my will, you have provoked me. For the upcoming third punch, I will use my full power. Whether you live or die will depend on your own ability."

At this moment, however, Zhaang Ye was exceptionally calm. He took a long breath and laughed heartily. "Bring it on! I’d like to see just what kind of tricks an Ancient Strong Person who fell ten thousand years ago still has up his sleeve!"