Zhang Fusheng felt his whole body was unobstructed, with his liver undergoing a major secret transformation, and his body began to evolve towards a state of Pure Glaze,
Previously abundant vitality, coupled with the discovery of the liver’s great secret, at this moment, in his natural state, his strength unexpectedly broke the limit of 1.4 million jin!!
This means,
Even without using the Giant Form, even without releasing the Eighteen-foot True Body,
Zhang Fusheng’s strength alone still exceeded the Martial Arts Master’s limit.
One million four hundred thousand jin, seven hundred tons of force!
"A car weighing over three tons, I can lift two hundred cars simultaneously in my normal state, dismantling a building barehanded is just a matter of a few breaths..."
"And if I fully unleash, using the Giant’s Observation along with the Eighteen-foot True Body?"
Zhang Fusheng’s face showed a sinister smile:
"Four million jin of strength."
"Far exceeding the limits of the Martial Arts Master by three times!!"
"Now, even without using the Millennial Position, without utilizing the Sea of Spiritual Smoke....."
"Can I perhaps battle against a top master, who has opened the five viscera with just one shackle?"
"Can I perhaps crush Liu Yuan?"
Zhang Fusheng licked his lips; that guy Wang Tianlong surely broke open the five viscera gate with three shackles,
he is too strong to be my opponent.
But Liu Yuan?
Should be... enough.
He did not use those lifespans and cultivation times—which currently offer little improvement to him, and the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit were not yet touched.
That thing, once you start integrating, is not something that can be completed in a few breaths.
Silently incorporating the Nine Gates Limit-Breaking Level fist and foot techniques, martial techniques into his body.
Although they are lower and middle-grade martial techniques, at best, they can only produce True Intent at the level of Intention and Qi Integration.
But the quantitative change is enough to trigger qualitative change.
"Iron Sand Palm! True Iron Body! Stone-Throwing Hand!"
"Illusionary Steps! Black Tiger Fist! Mountain Opening Form!"
"Blazing Fire Finger! Cloud-Pushing Palm!"
"And....."
Also, Golden Lion Roar.
Nine Limit-Breaking martial techniques represent nine different True Intents!
Simply the amount of True Intent Force within him has startlingly reached twelve kinds!!
Various True Intents collide and merge within, in the case of Nine Gates Limit-Breaking martial techniques uniting with his body, seeming as if countless years have been spent honing these techniques,
The palms are slightly blackened, iron-hued brilliance flows between the skin, when walking, it seems to have the power to confuse the spirit,
Between his fists and palms, there vaguely reflect shadowy scenes of Black Tiger charging, mountains being torn apart, and giant steles shaking the earth!!
The twelve door True Intents, faintly show a trend of merging.
Upon his body, also manifests what was gained from arduous cultivation of these martial techniques.
Currently, Zhang Fusheng resembles a genuine beast of the wilderness.
"How... strong am I?"
He did not know.
Zhang Fusheng slowly stood up, suppressing the surging power within his body like a volcano about to erupt, and quietly opened the door.
"Not asleep yet?" His mother glared: "Dressed all neatly..... going out so late?"
"Yes."
Zhang Fusheng smiled and said:
"I’m going to attend an elder’s invitation."
"Go then, go, come back early!"
"Mm, you should sleep early too, love you, mom, see you tomorrow."
Zhang Fusheng walked out the house.
In the darkness, Black Eye, who had arrived in Chongyang City long ago, walked over, speaking softly:
"Are you heading to the Governance Building?"
"Yes, why?"
"Nothing, your grandmaster also went there." Black Eye spoke softly: "By the way, be a bit more careful recently."
His expression was slightly serious:
"In the Western Sect, there are two factions supporting Chen Qiusheng and Chen Daoling, they have also arrived in Chongyang... Lord Mingyue also asked me to tell you."
"The Ancestor of Land Immortals has mundane devotees—they are looking for you, including figures at the Martial Arts Master level."
Zhang Fusheng chuckled lowly:
"Is that so?"
"I... am very much looking forward to it."
The gentle young man spoke this way, the twelve layers of True Intent colliding and tumbling within, the 1.4 million jin of strength lay quietly dormant.
He was waiting.
They were also waiting.
Black Eye looked at the smiling youth in front of him, for no particular reason, his hair stood on end.
He felt.
What he faced was not just a young lad, but more like.....
More like a humanoid wilderness fierce beast, a brutish great beast!
Black Eye unconsciously avoided the youth’s gaze, lowering his eyelids, bowing his head.
"Please."
He stepped aside, bowed, and respectfully invited.
The young man quietly walked past him.