Martial Dao: Peace by Force

Chapter 313: Chapter 181: First Kill: Refining Viscera Late Stage

A Martial Artist of this caliber possessed control over their bodily functions to a degree unimaginable to the common person.

’This is bad. Wan Ze... is probably no match for him!’

Tie Qingyang readied himself to step forward, his qi and blood circulating rapidly within his body, prepared to strike at any moment.

Although he still bore wounds from his earlier exchange of fists with the Divine Martial Society disciples, the blood not yet dry, he couldn’t be bothered with it now.

Beside him, Tie Feiyang was so shaken by the powerful will Tian Guipu unleashed that he subconsciously took two steps back.

He didn’t know why, but his legs were turning to jelly.

Tie Feiyang had never felt such a crushing pressure.

It was like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down, with nothing beneath his feet and his heart seized in someone else’s hand.

However, Wan Ze was faster than Tian Guipu.

His body reacted the very instant Tian Guipu’s aura erupted.

Soldier Immortal Technique!

This Secret Technique was activated to its absolute limit.

Wan Ze’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit ignited like rocket fuel, released in a near-combustive torrent that pushed all his Attributes to their peak.

Layers of Power stacked upon one another, one after another, like ocean waves crashing against a reef—a new wave rising before the last has receded.

His muscles and bones emitted a deep rumble from within, like the divine thunder of the nine heavens.

All of his qi and blood were drawn together, surging from his Dantian, passing through his Five Viscera and Six Bowels, up his spinal column, through his shoulders and arms, and finally converging on the surface of his fist.

In that instant, it felt as if Wan Ze’s Five Viscera and Six Bowels were being scoured by the force of a thousand thunderbolts. Every inch of his internal organs vibrated, and each heartbeat pounded like a war drum.

He threw a punch.

”BOOM!”

A clap of thunder on a clear day.

As the punch shot out, the air let out a terrifying shriek. The air around his fist was compressed, torn, and shredded. The light and shadows distorted in that moment, as if an invisible heatwave was rising from the surface of his fist.

Its sheer presence was equal to, if not greater than, Tian Guipu’s.

’So what if you’re at the Refining Viscera Realm, Tian Guipu!’

’So what if you’re at the Refining Viscera Late Stage!’

Wan Ze’s resolve was set. His will was as unyielding as iron, completely unmoved. There was no fear in his eyes, no hesitation, no extraneous emotion—only the punch.

’A practitioner of the fist must always press forward!’

”BANG!”

The two fists collided in mid-air.

It was like two iron plates being slammed together with all of someone’s might.

The moment their Power erupted, the air tore like a bolt of silk, letting out a piercing ”SHREEE!” as a visible, turbulent airflow spread out in all directions.

A ring of pressure waves, carrying a searing heat, swept outward with the two of them at the center.

The fierce wind filled their clothes, making them flap wildly. Dust kicked up from the ground formed a ring in the air, slowly expanding outward.

Amidst the violent eruption of Power, even Wan Ze felt as if he had been plunged into a raging sea.

Tian Guipu’s Power hammered into his body relentlessly, like one ocean wave after another, the next arriving before the last had subsided.

That Power started at his fist and traveled up his fingers, palm, wrist, and forearm. Everywhere it passed, his muscles and tendons made faint tearing sounds.

His entire arm instantly turned crimson. In that moment, Wan Ze could feel his bones enduring a pressure that was near their absolute limit.

But Tian Guipu was in no better shape.

After taking the full force of Wan Ze’s peak punch—boosted by the Soldier Immortal Technique—the sleeve on Tian Guipu’s arm instantly exploded into countless scraps of cloth. The fragments danced in the air, swept away by the ensuing gale before they could even hit the ground.

Wan Ze’s Beng Jin was a power with a shattering quality, honed through hundreds of thousands of punches. It was now madly grinding its way into Tian Guipu’s arm, starting from his fist and penetrating all the way through.

”CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!”

A series of explosions.

The bones in Tian Guipu’s arm shattered inch by inch, starting from the phalanges, to the metacarpals, to the carpals, to the ulna, and to the radius.

Each sound was like a bomb detonating.

The unabated force hammered further into his body, traveling up his arm, past the elbow joint, through the upper arm, past the shoulder, and then... surged into his chest cavity.

That power began to frantically tear apart Tian Guipu’s will.

His Martial Dao Will, cultivated for over a decade, was like a crumpled piece of paper before that power, easily torn to shreds.

Although Tian Guipu had instantly activated the Divine Martial Society’s Secret Martial Arts, trying to force back the Power invading his body...

...Wan Ze’s Shocking Force was outrageously domineering.

It wasn’t like ordinary Power that would dissipate after impact.

Instead, it rampaged through Tian Guipu’s body like a caged beast, madly tearing at anything it could reach.

Even Tian Guipu’s Five Viscera and Six Bowels—tempered thousands of times and countless times stronger than an ordinary person’s—could not withstand this violent impact.

They were all crushed.

His heart was knocked out of place, his lungs were torn with tiny lacerations, his liver’s surface fractured, and his spleen was nearly shattered.

Those internal organs he had spent over a decade tempering, the source of his pride, were like a row of falling dominoes before Wan Ze’s Shocking Force, collapsing one after another.

This kind of devastation was undoubtedly fatal.

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”This...!!!!”

The surging qi and blood in Tie Qingyang’s body froze in place.

His body was still poised to charge forward, but he stood completely motionless, as if afflicted by a Body Fixation Technique. His eyes were wide, his mouth was slightly agape, and his expression was frozen in a state of utter disbelief.

He had witnessed Wan Ze throw the punch, witnessed the sleeve on Tian Guipu’s arm explode into fragments, witnessed the shockwave created by the collision of their Power, and even witnessed Tian Guipu’s body begin to sway.

And then... he was stunned.

He had fought several members of the Divine Martial Society in a row, from Brother Ma to the bald man to Liu Chongyue, without even stopping to catch his breath. ℯℯ𝑙.

And now, facing an expert of Tian Guipu’s caliber—a Refining Viscera Realm Late Stage master—not only was he not defeated, he actually held a firm advantage.

”Younger Brother Wan is... just too damn fierce!”

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