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At the Green Cloud Mountain.
The youth waved his hand and a palm-sized fissure in the mountain rock quickly appeared on his palm under the protection of the lightning. The chaotic aura that it emitted made it somewhat impossible for his hand to grasp it tightly.
"Shaolin Form and Will Boxing?"
The sudden appearance of this strange fist technique also shocked the youth. After sensing the buddhist fist technique in his sea of consciousness, he suddenly came to his senses. His eyes narrowed as a bright light shone from the corner of his eyes.
"Is this a secret from the fist imprint?"
Ling Jian sensed the concept of Shaolin Form and Will Boxing, which had a form and will to it that filled his entire body. When he once again sensed the fist imprint, he was shocked to discover that the fluctuations on the fist imprint had completely disappeared.
"Form and Will Boxing, what is Form and Will Boxing? Could it be that it is imitating the form of the fist imprint within the meditation intent?"
Ling Jian's heart trembled as if he had discovered something. His expression suddenly changed as he hugged the sun and moon with both of his hands. In front of his chest, several fist prints appeared and gathered together to form a fist imprint the size of a human head. A sense of form emerged from the fist imprint that was the size of a human head.
"Since I am unable to shape his Xing Yi, it seems that Shaolin Form and Will Boxing is not as easy as I thought."
The fist imprints disappeared, the Xing Yi disappeared. Ling Jian felt as if all the energy in his body had been hollowed out as he stood on the spot, exhausted.
"Just now, it must have been because of the appearance of Xing Yi that caused the Zen Intent Fist to be imprinted with fluctuations. Could it be because of the mountain crevice?"
After Ling Jian recovered for a while, his thoughts went back to before. As he recalled the sudden change in the fist imprint within the meditative state cube, he also cried out involuntarily.
Under the cover of the power of thunder, the palm-sized crack in the rock suddenly showed signs of distortion, and the outline of a fist spread out. When this kind of crack in the rock suddenly appeared under the cover of the power of thunder, it showed some signs of distortion, and the silhouette of a fist filled the air.
The mountain trembled, and the outline of the fist gradually twisted, transforming into a clearer fist. A strong sense of form was released from the fist.
Buzz.
The Xing Yi and Shan Yue's fists complemented each other. The forces faced off against each other and the form that he had previously been unable to control was ruthlessly suppressed within the Mountain Fist as though it had been suppressed by the Mountain Fist, causing the originally distorted mountain fist to appear even more real because of the form that had been suppressed. The feeling of being close to a normal person's fist spread outwards.
Buzz.
However, just as this feeling spread out, Mountain Fist shook, causing the form inside it to hum, and friction with the Mountain Fist, creating a violent collision sound. Astonishing rays of lightning shot out from Ling Jian's chest, and the air in front of him seemed to explode from the impact of this fist, forming a black hole in the middle of the air.
"This power …"
"So powerful."
Ling Jian looked at this scene in shock. After a long while, the black hole trembled and a shocking wave spread out from his fist. In an instant, eight of the nearby mountains shattered under the power of his fist.
This strength was clearly three times that of before.
The might of the earlier punch should have only triggered a single thread of the Xing Yi. However, this time around, the might of the punch had gathered several of the Xing Yi's strength. Naturally, it could not be underestimated.
"After this punch, even an expert at the peak of the eighth level wouldn't dare to take it head-on, right?"
Ling Jian's right hand clenched into a fist as he glanced at his fist, which had faint traces of spirit energy dissipating. In his mind, he recalled the tall and sturdy giant spirit body of the Eighth Heavenly Layer martial artists, after reaching the Eighth Heavenly Layer, the giant spirit body would be able to completely merge with their physical body. Not only would this require a powerful physique, it would also require a powerful cultivation as well as spiritual energy.
In the past, when teenagers faced an eighth heaven warrior, they might not even dare to face him head on, but after this battle, Ling Jian was very confident. Even without the help of the tyrannical spiritual energy of the undying black flames and the Giant Spirit, a single punch like this was more than enough for an eighth heaven warrior.
"Cough, cough."
Ling Jian let out a soft cough and the backlash that he felt from within his body caused his face to twist. Although the power of Xing Yi Fist was quite good, the backlash from it was rather obvious.
After recovering about half a year later, the young man's body started to sway, once again displaying Shaolin Form and Will Boxing.
In the following period of time, the young man continuously practiced Shaolin Form and Will Boxing as if he was in closed-door training every day. Unknowingly, seven days of practice quietly passed by.
During these seven days, the youth gradually became more proficient in the process of fusing the Xing Yi Martial Arts and the Mountain Fist. Although it was impossible for him to reach the level where he could do as he pleased and achieve perfection in his techniques, his proficiency had clearly improved compared to before.
"..."
On the afternoon of the fourth day, a young man suddenly appeared in the lake that was surrounded by a mountain range at a shocking speed. The surface of the lake, which was calm under his feet, leaped onto the shore and directly sat on a rock with a golden blade.
I didn't expect that after eleven days of practicing fist techniques, I now know that this is just a fake of Shaolin Form and Will Boxing. The real Shaolin Form and Will Boxing doesn't need any external objects as a medium.
"Comprehension."
Ling Jian sat on top of the mountain rock with a solemn face, just like an old monk entering a meditative state. He attempted to communicate with the buddhist fist imprint in his sea of consciousness, but was disappointed to discover that the buddhist intent on it did not have the slightest fluctuation. As for him, he was unable to reach that state where he had entered the buddhist world and his entire body was filled with the buddhist intent.
With a wave of his hand, the Mountain Fist transformed into a palm-sized mountain range under the power of the lightning crystal. Just as the mountain range twisted and was about to transform into a Mountain Fist, the young man flung his arm out, turning into a ray of lightning and landing in the pool of water.
Bang.
Astonishing waves soared up to the sky from the calm surface of the lake. Lightning wreaked havoc, and some of the weaker ferocious beasts and fishes were instantly struck by Lei Chen and floated out of the water, exposing themselves outside the air.
"I should enjoy my cultivation during this period of time. It is said that the spiritual energy of the fish in this place is extremely dense and is very helpful in recovering the spiritual energy. I'll give it a try."
"..."