Qu Yaowu let out an angry shout.
In an instant, a formidable aura erupted from him like a whirlwind sweeping through.
This momentum, like tidal waves crashing against the shore, rolled towards Zhou Yu.
For a moment, Zhou Yu felt as if he were in the depths of a boundless ocean, surrounded by fierce storms, with dark clouds pressing overhead.
This terrifying aura caused a serious expression to appear in Zhou Yu’s eyes.
This was indeed a manifestation of fist intent.
Since the martial competition in Yu City, Zhou Yu had realized from two masters from Hu City that true fist intent could borrow the Power of Heaven and Earth to magnify one’s Gang Jin several times over.
At this moment, the use of fist intent by Qu Yaowu standing before him was obviously a level higher than Ban Zongqiang’s.
His fist intent had completely fused with the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth, reaching the realm of "Sky-reaching Fist Intent."
Upon reaching this realm, every move he made was as if aided by heaven, each capable of stirring mountains and swallowing the skies.
Facing the oppressive fist intent of Qu Yaowu, Zhou Yu felt an indescribable force of heaven and earth bearing down on him, its mere aura seemed enough to shatter mountains and rivers.
Although Qu Yaowu was also at the early stage of the Saint Realm, his strength far exceeded that of Jiang Fengnian, the deputy director of Qinzhou Martial Pavilion, and perhaps even Director Wei Wuya might not be his match.
In Zhou Yu’s mind, he had swiftly assessed Qu Yaowu’s level of strength; his power should be on par with Yan Qu of the Yan Family and Old Wu of the Bai Family.
While Zhou Yu’s thoughts were racing, Qu Yaowu’s eyes flickered with shock.
He noticed that although Zhou Yu hadn’t moved, his gaze seemed somewhat distracted, clearly thinking about something else.
Was this kid scared silly by his Sky-reaching Fist Intent, or was he even more formidable than he had anticipated?
Qu Yaowu harrumphed coldly.
"Kid, you’re courting death!"
Under the enhancement of the Sky-reaching Fist Intent, Qu Yaowu threw a punch.
Zhou Yu, who had been slightly distracted, felt this strike and immediately, a blood-red Golden Cauldron Phantom appeared around him.
Qu Yaowu’s punch fiercely struck the blood-red Golden Cauldron Phantom.
In an instant, the Golden Cauldron Phantom was nearly shattered, and Zhou Yu was forced back more than ten steps, his face turning pale, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Qu Yaowu let out a cold laugh.
"Golden Cauldron Technique?"
"Well cultivated, but it’s a pity, having only half of the Golden Cauldron Technique won’t save your life."
It seems many people knew about the incomplete Golden Cauldron Technique.
Zhou Yu said nothing.
Ignoring his injuries, he once again activated the Golden Cauldron Technique, the blood-red Golden Cauldron Phantom reemerging, albeit less distinct than before.
Zhou Yu’s action clearly showed his attitude.
He refused to submit and wanted to continue the fight!
Qu Yaowu’s eyes filled with a cold glare.
Having said this, he once again activated the ’Sky-reaching Fist Intent’, hurling another punch.
Just like before, Zhou Yu was sent reeling back.
This time, many of his blood vessels burst, blood soaking his clothes.
However, Zhou Yu remained silent, not retaliating.
If Qu Yaowu could see into Zhou Yu’s mind, he would realize that Zhou Yu’s entire focus was on comprehending the ’Sky-reaching Fist Intent.’
Since his childhood, he had been raised under the tough hand of an old man.
What he excelled at most was gaining insight during combat.
Now facing a master of fist intent, how could he miss this rare opportunity?
The insights Zhou Yu gained from just these two punches amounted to more than what he had learned practicing alone for two months.
With his mind immersed, he felt every strand of Gang Jin from Qu Yaowu merging step by step with the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth, stirring it.
The subtle changes were like a butterfly flapping its wings on the other side of the ocean; each flutter causing a slight alteration in the surrounding air currents.
These slight changes in air current, in turn, redirected local air flows and thus bit by bit, step by step, from small beginnings to massive outcomes, a storm was brewed on the other side of the ocean.
This sensation was so wonderful that Zhou Yu forgot he was drenched in blood from Qu Yaowu’s attacks.
At that moment, Qu Yaowu also realized something.
Rage instantly filled his eyes.
"Kid, you dare use me to gain insights into martial arts?"
"You’re seeking death!"
Qu Yaowu roared like a cannonball shooting towards Zhou Yu.
His powerful fist intent, all gathered into his fist.
This time, Zhou Yu no longer had the luxury to slowly comprehend.
His eyes cleared, showing a hint of reluctance.
If he could have continued comprehending for three days and nights, perhaps his fist intent could have reached the Sky-reaching realm.
Clearly, that was impossible.
Facing Qu Yaowu’s punch, Zhou Yu immediately employed the Dragon Gang Strength.
They exchanged blows once more.
Zhou Yu’s figure was smashed back three steps.
Seeing some parts of Zhou Yu’s body where flesh had burst open, Qu Yaowu revealed a cold smile.
"Kid, let’s see how long you can hold on."
"Is that so? Then keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully," Zhou Yu said calmly.
The next moment, the Yi Wood True Qi inside him began to circulate wildly, filling every corner of his body.
Simultaneously, his wounds began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Qu Yaowu’s expression turned blank.