The light flickered, and several hints appeared in front of him like flowing water.
[In visualization, you practice Martial Arts philosophy, honing your will, Meditation Experience +1]
[Your Spirit is strengthened in opposition, Spirit +0.001]
[In visualization, you practice Martial Arts philosophy, honing your will, Meditation Experience +1]
[Your Spirit is strengthened in opposition, Spirit +0.001]
The illusion dissipated, and the second test followed closely.
Fang Cheng observed his surroundings and found himself in a cold, dark, mist-filled forest.
It seemed to be the scene of that night’s fight over the Golden Benba Bottle on Mist Mountain.
All around, countless pairs of greedy and venomous eyes peered in the dark, glowing faintly.
Treasure Hunters, armed with weapons, emerged from the mist and surrounded him.
"Stop pretending, Fang Cheng!"
"You’re just like us, a murderer!"
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The filthy words were like magic sounds piercing his ears, trying to disturb his mind.
Fang Cheng remained expressionless, not even blinking an eye.
He stopped, slowly turned around, and his icy gaze swept over the twisted faces surrounding him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Cheng moved.
His entire being was like a furious arrow leaving the string, instantly rushing into the crowd.
No extra movements, only the simplest and most direct Charging Fist, Elbow Strike, Knee Bump.
His body became the most terrifying killing machine.
Where his fist passed, figures shattered.
Where his leg swept, illusions vanished.
The filthy words stopped abruptly, replaced by screams of terror before the illusions shattered.
In the blink of an eye, silence returned.
Fang Cheng stood with his fists withdrawn, spotless.
For these Heart Demons that represented those who should be killed, eradicating them was the best execution of his Martial Arts will.
The mist dispersed, the forest vanished.
The scene changed again, and he found himself sitting on the Golden Throne of a magnificent palace.
Below, civil and military officials, envoys of myriad nations, all knelt in unison, their acclamations echoing thunderously.
Innumerable piles of gold and silver treasures towered like mountains, peerless beauties served with fine wine and delicacies, carefully attending at the side.
This was truly the pinnacle of power and desire.
Clearly, the Heart Demon, seeing that slaughter failed, began to deploy the art of temptation.
Fang Cheng’s gaze coldly swept over all this, his eyes as calm as a deep well.
Then he stood up, pushed aside the beauties beside him, and walked straight off the throne toward the hall’s exit.
Just as he was about to step out of the hall, a loud shout came from behind:
"Tyrant, be executed!"
The officials who had been kneeling below suddenly changed their faces, turning into rebels holding sharp blades, attacking him from all sides.
Fang Cheng snorted coldly, clenched his fists tightly, and turned to engage in battle.
The violent fist wind turned into substantial airwaves, leveling the entire palace and everyone within it.
[In visualization, you practice Martial Arts philosophy, honing your will, Meditation Experience +1]
[Your Spirit is strengthened in opposition, Spirit +0.001]
[In visualization, you practice Martial Arts philosophy, honing your will, Meditation Experience +1]
[Your Spirit is strengthened in opposition, Spirit +0.001]
In the outside world, the sun and moon cycled, light and shadow repeating endlessly on the stone walls.
The cold in the Water Prison reached its peak at midnight, almost freezing solid.
Yet the body on the stone platform was like a burning furnace, emitting astonishing heat.
Numerous beads of sweat seeped from the pores, evaporating from the high temperature on the skin surface into wisps of white steam.
Upon contact with the cold air in the Water Prison, a faint "sizzle" sounded.
This was the essence of the "Thunder Fire Cauldron" Magic Technique.
Using oneself as the cauldron, Heart Demon as kindling, and will as the fierce fire.
Then draw upon the external extreme yin and cold air as the quenching water, forging the purest True Self amidst the ultimate clash of ice and fire.
The outside world repeated as usual, while Fang Cheng was immovable like a mountain.
In the midst of the steaming white smoke, it seemed to form a "Domain" shrouded in darkness.
Meanwhile, in the Consciousness World, after Fang Cheng continuously defeated several formidable Heart Demons, he finally faced the ultimate challenge.
The entire Consciousness Space was completely torn apart by two terrifying powers.
On one side, there was the deep and boundless blue.
The mysterious phantom seemed to become the ocean itself, carrying a vast will to encompass everything and assimilate all into its order.
On the other side, there was a violent, bloodthirsty dark red.
A Deep Red Eye that obscured the sky emanated the essence of destruction, pollution, and chaos, intent on dragging everything into a frenzied abyss.
They stood against each other, vying for dominance over this Consciousness Space.
"Here again, pretending I don’t exist, huh?"
Seeing this scene once more, Fang Cheng felt no fear, instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a grim smile.
His clenched fists emitted a grating sound, as if about to crush steel.
Under this immense pressure, his muscles suddenly swelled rapidly.
Veins, as furious as angry dragons, snaked and crawled under his flushed skin.
With the sound of tension as if steel cables being undone, his back muscles suddenly stretched, forming a weeping ghost face!
"Then let’s do this!!!"
With a roar from the depth of his soul, Fang Cheng’s fighting spirit soared, turning into a fierce flame that swept over his entire body with unstoppable momentum.
The ground beneath his feet cracked violently.
Bearing the double pressure from the two BOSSes, Fang Cheng soared into the sky, first attacking the gigantic eye that obscured the world.
Bang bang bang bang — bang bang bang bang —
Like the continuous booming of a Gatling gun, the sound explosion suddenly erupted throughout the space.
In an instant, Fang Cheng’s arms transformed into countless afterimages imperceptible to the naked eye.
Countless fist shadows wove into an impenetrable web of death, completely covering the giant eye.
The giant eye immediately counterattacked, with thousands of crimson tentacles lashing out to cover the sky and land.
Yet, upon touching the storm of fist shadows, they were ruthlessly shattered, torn, and evaporated as if caught in a meat grinder!
However, as Fang Cheng fully attacked, the vast blue will on the other side also began its erosion.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, only an absolute silence.
An invisible power, carrying the meaning of order and assimilation, surged like a tide.
Fang Cheng felt as if everything around him began to "solidify".
The violent sound explosions became dull, and his punching speed visibly slowed as if trapped in invisible mud.
An icy will to the extreme seeped in through his senses, attempting to freeze his burning fighting spirit and make him accept the eternal "tranquility" and "homecoming".
In this situation, both sides surprisingly chose to join forces to attack this common enemy.
Fang Cheng’s pressure suddenly increased sharply.
At this moment, the tentacles of the Deep Red Eye also took the opportunity to coil around his limbs, furiously tearing, wanting to dismember him.
The coldness of the blue will was eroding his soul, causing his ferocious punches to become slower and slower.
Fang Cheng was suddenly plunged into a dire situation, besieged from both sides.
At this critical moment, a strange resonance came from the outside world.
In reality, on the stone walls surrounding the Water Prison, the inscriptions left by the ancestors of the Ma Family scattered a gentle white light.
Each old character detached from the stone wall, turning into light and shadows, penetrating the water, and surrounding Fang Cheng’s body.
A series of low and heavy humming sounds arose, as if countless ancestors were cheering and supporting him across time and space.
It wasn’t a direct infusion of power, but an enhancement of will, a transmission and resonance of the Martial Arts Spirit.
This warm and firm torrent of will poured into the Consciousness World, instantly dispelling the icy "tranquility".
Encouraged by this power, Fang Cheng’s spirits lifted, and his fighting spirit climbed to its peak.
He let out a long howl, and the originally suppressed scarlet-gold flame on his body surged violently.
Among it, strands of pure white light, representing the will of the ancestors, were intertwined.
The crimson tentacles entwined around him were all snapped, and his sluggish body regained its freedom.
His fists were fiercer and more ferocious than before.
Each punch struck cracked the defenses of the eye inch by inch.
The violent fist wind even tore through space, causing severe ripples in that deep blue.
[You have received the resonance of the ancestor’s will, successfully overcoming a formidable Heart Demon, Meditation Experience +1]
[Your will has been tempered to the limit, Spirit +0.001]
[You have received the resonance of the ancestor’s will, successfully overcoming a formidable Heart Demon, Meditation Experience +1]
[Your will has been tempered to the limit, Spirit +0.001]