Martial Arts Divine Powers

“To tell the truth, I have sparred with young Chen Fengyun before, but he claimed he had no master and was not a disciple of any sect we know. Yet his strength is unfathomable; even now, I don’t know if he’s giving his all.” Gu Qingyuan sighed.

“What? He’s been fighting Anjing Kazuo for so long, and you think he’s still holding back?” Bai Longtu asked in disbelief.

“Brother Bai, I didn’t believe it at first either, but watch the fight closely for a while, and you may gain a new perspective.” At this moment, Zhang Lianchun spoke with a hint of agitation.

At their level, careful observation revealed certain truths. So Bai Longtu watched intently and soon noticed that while Anjing Kazuo roared furiously, Chen Fengyun responded with effortless composure, showing not the slightest panic.

“Could it be that this young man truly hasn’t unleashed his full strength? He’s so young; even if he began training in the womb, it’s impossible to reach such a realm, isn’t it?” Bai Longtu exclaimed, his own suspicion almost too wild to entertain.

“He surely hasn’t reached that realm, has he?” Zhang Lianchun repeated, raising his brows, equally incredulous.

Suddenly, with a thunderous crash, Chen Fengyun sent his fist flying, striking Anjing Kazuo and hurling him seven or eight meters through the air, smashing him heavily against a building and destroying it in an instant.

“Damn it, die, die!”

Anjing Kazuo was not seriously injured. He soared skyward, brandishing his katana, sending a flurry of chilling sword energy across the sky while roaring at Chen Fengyun, refusing to believe he could not overcome this young man from China despite all his efforts.

“Kitagawa’s Single Slash—!”

With a furious cry, Anjing Kazuo leapt high, raising his katana with both hands. His immense internal force swirled around the blade, forming a roaring black dragon that surged toward Chen Fengyun like a raging torrent.

This strike condensed decades of Anjing Kazuo’s refined skill and his understanding of the harmony between heaven and earth. Though it was but a single slash, it felt as if a thousand blades were unleashed, their force converging with a howl that threatened to engulf Chen Fengyun.

“What a powerful blow. If it were me, defeat would be certain,” Zhang Lianchun murmured.

“Indeed, this slash seems to surpass the peak of grandmasters. Too formidable—I could not withstand it either.” Bai Longtu’s eyes twitched as he sighed.

“If it were I, I’d likely perish beneath this blade. I wonder if Chen Fengyun can withstand it?” Gu Qingyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stared wide-eyed at Chen Fengyun.

At that moment, a black dragon roared across the outskirts of Rong City, spanning half the sky. Nearly half the city’s residents witnessed this spectacle, and martial artists from afar sensed its presence.

“The brat, let him die by the blade!” Qin Tianxiong’s face contorted with ferocity, though his heart quivered. A technique imbued with the power of heaven and earth was akin to a divine art, and the thought of such a man possessing it made him uneasy.

“If he dies in one stroke, we’d be spared much trouble,” Gu Changlin said tensely, regretting his earlier decisions. How could mere mortals contend with such overwhelming force?

“Heaven and earth boundless, Dragon-Taming Seal, Great Radiance Mark!”

Despite Anjing Kazuo’s frenzied assault, Chen Fengyun stood unmoved, palms pressed together. Then, like blossoms opening in spring, his hands moved, forming a complex seal, and his clear voice rang out between heaven and earth.

A deep hum resonated.

Evening was approaching, but as the black dragon rampaged across the horizon, a thunderous sound shook the land, the sky suddenly ablaze. Endless light gathered into two immense hands.

These giant hands eclipsed the sun, resembling those of a Buddha from legend, their lines distinct and clear. They formed an intricate mudra and, with the force of mountains and seas, pressed down upon the roaring black dragon.

“My heavens, is this still martial strength? It feels like the methods of immortals!” Gu Qingyuan exclaimed in awe.

“This power has certainly surpassed grandmaster level. Could Chen Fengyun have reached the realm of the Martial Grandmaster?” Bai Longtu was utterly shocked.

“Incredible, such power transcends the mundane, capable of suppressing any technique—comparable to the great beings recorded in ancient times.” Zhang Lianchun took a deep breath before speaking, his eyes shining with a brilliant light, realizing that the ultimate martial path could be so formidable.

“What is this? How can a person possess such strength?” Qin Tianxiong’s eyes widened, but his heart trembled in terror, wondering how he had provoked such a powerful man.

“This can’t be! How could a human have such power? What means do we have to fight someone like this?” Beside him, Gu Changlin was drenched in cold sweat. Trembling, he pulled out his phone and urgently called his superior, Han Zhiwu, for backup.

“Look, what’s happening? Why are there black dragons and Buddha-like handprints in the sky?” A few miles from Shuangxiong Manor, a dozen police cars were parked quietly, their occupants witnessing the scene from afar.

“This isn’t a human, but a god. Did the commander send us here to oppose someone like this?” Some officers were trembling in fear.

“Heavens, is this real? Are we dreaming?” In the Rong City police headquarters, Ou Renzhong and many officers watched the spectacle via drones arranged by his subordinates, and from the building windows they glimpsed the distant horizon, unable to believe what they saw.

“Order: all units prepare to enter Shuangxiong Manor. The targets are Qin Tianxiong, his men, and all Japanese associates, including anyone opposing them.” Ou Renzhong issued commands while reporting to the deputy director at the provincial office, personally deploying more officers and racing toward the city outskirts.

“Director Ou, Gu Changlin has already entered Shuangxiong Manor with colleagues from the West District branch. What if they try to stop us?” Detective squad leader Zhu Danfeng asked.

“Anyone who resists is to be considered an accomplice of Qin Tianxiong and arrested immediately,” Ou Renzhong commanded with steely resolve.

“Yes, Director Ou.” Zhu Danfeng suppressed his shock and waved his hand, “All units, prepare for battle, stand by at all times.”

At that moment, as all sides reacted in their own ways, Chen Fengyun’s Great Radiance Mark collided with Anjing Kazuo’s Kitagawa Single Slash. Thunder boomed across heaven and earth, and half of Rong City was shrouded under dark clouds.