Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 71: Killing

In the arena, Du Bian Shengtian and Fang Hengchao stood facing each other.

"Please, give me your guidance."

Fang Hengchao's slightly dark face was stern. He cupped his fists at Du Bian Shengtian as a gesture of courtesy.

Du Bian Shengtian's eyes were downcast, and he made no response, as if his opponent wasn't even worth his notice.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, his entire body appearing loose and relaxed. He looked just like an ordinary, well-built man.

Fang Hengchao paid no mind to his opponent's attitude. He slowly took up a boxing stance, his expression grave.

He knew this opponent was not as simple as he seemed. Based on his technique of Concentrating and Calming the Mind alone, Fang Hengchao couldn't hope to compare. Thus, he didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

BANG!!

He instantly swelled his muscles, entering the Free Will state.

As his muscles violently engorged with blood, his already dark skin appeared even deeper in color. His entire body seemed to transform into a block of black profound iron.

WHOOSH!!

Suddenly, he moved. His massive body was surprisingly agile as he rapidly closed in on Du Bian Shengtian, kicking up a whistling wind.

The Fist Technique of the Profound Iron Sect relied on a powerful physique forged through terrifying Horizontal Cultivation methods. It specialized in close-quarters combat, particularly grappling and wrestling.

With his strength, he had once wrestled a fierce tiger to the ground, tripped a bull, and halted a galloping horse. Basically, as long as he successfully grappled an opponent, few Martial Artists of the same level could be his match.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Du Bian Shengtian. He squatted slightly, spread his arms wide to cover a huge area, and with his powerful chest muscles bulging, he lunged forward in a fierce grapple.

BANG!!

As Fang Hengchao's arms clamped down, the air around Du Bian Shengtian cracked with a loud noise.

SWISH!!

Du Bian Shengtian's body suddenly shrank by a full size.

It was one of the techniques Zhou Yuanjue was best at—the Bone Shrinking Skill!

His shrunken body rolled sharply to the side, evading Fang Hengchao's grapple. Then, his half-closed eyes snapped wide open.

BOOM!!

Mountains of corpses piled up, and a sea of blood churned!

Like a suddenly exploding cannonball, everything erupted in an instant.

The violently expanding killing intent and willpower instantly rocked Fang Hengchao's mind, making his body feel as if it were frozen in ten-thousand-year-old ice. His spirit instantly became rigid.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow flash past, rushing toward him.

CRACK!!

A lightning-fast hand-chop struck the back of his neck, right on his spine, producing a sickening, bone-cracking sound.

The next moment, the hand that delivered the chop swiftly retracted, once again hanging at Du Bian Shengtian's side. All the terrifying killing intent and willpower vanished in an instant, and Du Bian Shengtian seemed to revert to being an ordinary person.

From motion to stillness, felling the enemy in a single move, striking a vital point—it was utterly ruthless.

This was the Iaido of the Killing Life Iaido Style.

Shock flashed in Fang Hengchao's eyes. With his spine shattered and his body out of his control, he fell forward with his own momentum.

THUD!!

Finally, his massive body fell heavily to the ground.

"I conce..."

He struggled to speak, but before he could finish his words, a foot stomped down violently.

CRUNCH!!

A piercing crunch of bone was heard. Du Bian Shengtian calmly retracted his foot and turned to walk toward the arena's exit, leaving Fang Hengchao's massive body lying silently on the ground, his neck caved in. A guttural rattle gurgled from his throat before gradually fading into silence.

UPROAR!!

It wasn't just the people from the Profound Iron Sect; everyone present shot to their feet, their gazes fixed fiercely on Du Bian Shengtian.

Decisive Fist combat was not about personal grudges, but it was a life-or-death struggle where victory and defeat were also matters of fate.

But to kill an opponent who had clearly lost the ability to fight was a despicable act.

Everyone present felt a surge of anger. The people from the Profound Iron Sect, in particular, were in an uproar.

However, Du Bian Shengtian paid no attention to the surrounding glares. He slowly walked to the arena's exit, his figure disappearing into the shadows beyond.

In the control room, several staff members who saw this scene were also filled with rage. They knew this man's true identity and had now guessed his real purpose for coming here.

'He's definitely not here just for a martial arts competition!'

The staff members looked toward the Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect, who stood in the center of the control room. He stared in the direction Du Bian Shengtian had left, listening to the indignant clamor from the arena, his expression calm and unreadable.

After a moment, he turned around and said to the managers present, "As quickly as possible, I want all data on this person, including his place of residence."

"Sir, you're...?"

Hearing this, the managers spoke up, somewhat astonished and confused.

"Kill him."

The Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect said this with a perfectly calm face, as if he were talking about something as trivial as eating or drinking, yet his resolve was as unshakable as Mount Tai.

The managers' expressions changed slightly at his words. One couldn't help but say, "But he's affiliated with the consulate, after all. And he's a powerful Martial Artist, ranked in the top ten of Tianhe Country's younger generation. I'm afraid..."

"Just do as I say."

The Eldest Brother of the Seven Spirits Sect said no more. With a calm expression, he turned and walked out of the control room, leaving the managers to look at each other in dismay. They had a premonition that something major was going to happen tonight.

Meanwhile, back in the arena, the match had caused a huge uproar.

Based on Du Bian Shengtian's appearance and the Martial Technique he used, some resourceful people quickly discovered his identity.

Du Bian Shengtian, twenty-five years old, from one of Tianhe Country's top schools, the Killing Life Iaido Style. He was publicly recognized as one of the top ten Martial Dao masters of the younger generation in Tianhe Country. He had traveled across the ocean to Donghua, and judging from the recent fight, this man was not someone to be trifled with.

On another note, rumors were spreading from other arenas. It was said that many top Martial Artists from places like East Luoni, Tianhe, and the Nanyin Peninsula had entered the Southern Boxing Three Capitals through various channels. Most of them used official positions as cover, and their purposes varied. They were all said to be renowned local masters—powerful, skilled, and extremely ruthless in their methods—and their arrival was already having a significant impact on the Southern fighting tournament.

This was an unexpected development for many. It seemed this underground fighting tournament, which had already swept through the Southern Martial Arts Realm, was undergoing some strange changes.

「Two a.m., Sanhe Group Building.」

Inside a dimly lit teahouse decorated in a Tianhe Ancient Style, Du Bian Shengtian was not asleep. He was kneeling in the seiza position in the center of the room, eyes shut tightly, with a long saber resting on his knees. He appeared to be resting his mind.

Night fell. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly.

SWOOSH!!

A cold gleam of light slashed through the darkness, completely shattering the room's silence.

The window exploded, split in two by the cold light, and a dark figure leaped into the teahouse, a shimmering silver Ghost Head Saber in hand.

Faintly, a vast, dark shadow seemed to spread out from his body, expanding wildly throughout the room.

"You killed my countryman, harbored ill intentions, and trespassed on my land. For these crimes, you deserve to die."

"Tonight, I have come to kill you!"