The Great Elder’s eyes carried a hint of surprise. The Ancient Thai Boxing Secret Technique not only emphasized Qi Cultivation but also excelled in Body Refinement, complementing each other to forge the body into a perfect killing machine.
Though they only had Half-step Emperor Cultivation, their bodies could withstand a full-force strike from a true War Emperor Realm Martial Artist and remain undying. Ye Qingfeng purely countered with his physical body, which was nothing short of blatant disdain.
Thinking of this, the Great Elder’s expression showed hints of madness. His arm trembled slightly, and the power erupted without restraint in an instant.
Ye Qingfeng’s shoulder leaned in, colliding head-on with the Great Elder’s fist. A massive explosion echoed through the air.
At the same time, four muffled sounds followed suit as the fists of the four remaining elders hit heavily on Ye Qingfeng’s chest, ribs, and back.
Five people, five punches, Ye Qingfeng received them squarely. In a flash of lightning, the disciples of the Divine Fist Sect were elated. In their view, there was no one in this world who would dare withstand the ferocious iron fists of the five elders with their body alone.
A terrifying scene suddenly unfolded, leaving everyone in shock. The Great Elder, who collided with Ye Qingfeng’s shoulder, was filled with horror. Blood spurted wildly, and his entire arm bent at a bizarre angle, clearly crippled.
With overwhelming bitterness and disbelief, the moment his body clashed with Ye Qingfeng, he felt as if his fist had struck a mountain made of pure steel and iron. The immense impact shattered the bones in his entire arm.
The other four elders who hit Ye Qingfeng staggered backward, their eyes filled with shock no less than the Great Elder’s.
"How is that possible?"
Although they weren’t hurt as badly as the Great Elder, the strong counterforce upon hitting Ye Qingfeng made their blood boil.
"How can his body be so powerful?"
In an instant, the five retreated, with the Great Elder severely injured and collapsing, his breath weak. The five War King Guardians were completely stunned.
The Ancient Thai Boxing Secret Technique trains both Qi and body. Every joint in their bodies is hard as steel. These five experienced elders could smash cars barehanded and punch through tanks. Yet, Ye Qingfeng, hit directly by all five at once, remained unscathed, while they found themselves at an absolute disadvantage, which was beyond belief.
"Is this the strength of the Divine Fist Sect’s punches? You might as well rename it to Garbage Sect."
Ye Qingfeng lightly dusted off his clothes in front with a look of disdain.
The four elders gathered beside the Great Elder, their expressions complex and unspeakable.
The five of them executed the Holy Fist Five Gates Formation with full force, while Ye Qingfeng resisted completely with his body, not only uninjured but instantly dealing severe damage to the Great Elder. It was nothing short of astonishing.
Fu Feilong shook his head gently. Although he was unclear about the strength of these five elders, their raw physical power was strong enough to ripple the space, far exceeding the power of his grandfather Fu Tiandao by countless times.
Yet, such masters, in front of Ye Qingfeng, were still as fragile as paper. Even their full-force attacks could not breach his defense. How could that not be shocking?
Tie Zixi and You Lianruo looked overwhelmed with admiration and reverence in their beautiful eyes. Who could compare to such an invincible presence?
"Brother, this life I fear I will never catch up to you!"
Ye Lei shook his head with a light sigh. The strength of Ye Qingfeng had surpassed the level of his understanding.
The disciples of the Divine Fist Sect fell into utter silence. Now, they finally understood why this boy of similar age to them had made such a grand name on the international stage, achieving notable feats.
"Compared to Shangchuan Duan Shui and Doug, you’re far too lacking!"
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The five elders’ gaze tightened. Before the Great Elder could respond, a hand was already pressing on his shoulder, and power burst forth.
The arm that could break steel and explode cars instantly hung limp, lacking any strength. With a horizontal swing, Ye Qingfeng sent the Great Elder’s body crashing into the high platform like a cannonball.
The high platform, already fractured by the stomp of the five elders, shattered anew under the colossal impact, collapsing entirely.
The Second Elder, eyes filled with terror, stood beside Ye Qingfeng, who swung his right leg horizontally through the air.
Blood sprayed as the Second Elder spewed blood from his mouth and nose, teeth falling out, smashed into the square by Ye Qingfeng’s leg from top to bottom.
The remaining three were furious, the Third Elder shouted: "Knee Gold Stab!"
A glint shone from his knee, revealing a sharp protrusion, a steel spike.
The Ancient Muay Thai Qi Force within him surged instantly, infusing the spike, as his knee thrust toward Ye Qingfeng’s abdomen like lightning.
The Ancient Thai Boxing Secret Technique had no fancy moves; all were the simplest yet most deadly killing techniques. In close combat, even War Emperors of the same level were no match for them.
Ye Qingfeng grinned, seemingly indifferent to the sharp steel spike as he raised his knee to meet it.
Their knees collided, producing an explosive sound in the air.
The Third Elder’s scream echoed as the steel spike on his knee bent inward, his entire kneecap shattered in the clash with Ye Qingfeng.
An invisible force shot through his knee into the ground behind him, splitting the square abruptly behind him. A horrifying explosion storm extended backward, as dozens of Divine Fist Sect disciples, in faces filled with terror, were swept in, perishing instantly with blood spraying mid-air.
Ye Qingfeng crushed the Third Elder completely with one knee and continued without pause, flipping in the air past the skyline. The Fourth and Fifth Elders were struck with fear, raising their fists to strike overhead.
Two streaks of fist power tore through the night sky, creating two bloody trails in the stars, their power terrifying.
Ye Qingfeng, still airborne, looked on indifferently, throwing a punch downward.
A golden fist imprint descended from the sky, spanning hundreds of feet, covering half the square. The two bloody fist powers dissipated without a trace under this enormous fist seal.
The fist seal turned in the air, crashing heavily into the square below. The earth vibrated violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
Countless leaf blocks were swept into the sky. Half the square caved under the giant fist’s impact, and numerous eyes watched in utter shock; everyone trembled where they stood.
The golden fist imprint continued pressing toward the ground, embedding dozens of feet deep.
A silhouette descended from the sky, landing on the remaining half of the square that barely persisted, radiating unparalleled arrogance.
The golden fist imprint took several minutes to fade away. As everyone focused, their expressions turned to horror.