Chapter 1037: Chapter 665: The Path of True Martial Arts, Converging Laws, The Ever-Changing World! (Part 2)

Nothing can obstruct his fist, nor suppress his will!

Meng Chuan fought with increasing power, enveloping Demon Mountain like a torrential downpour, with his eyes growing brighter, never losing focus.

Inner Realm.

Chaos Divine Mountain surged, ascending a hundred feet higher, its shimmering light seemed to penetrate the barriers of heaven and earth, nurturing him.

Countless days and nights of sweat pouring like raindrops, countless near-death physical combats, countless times breaking the limits of martial arts, all contributing to his profound foundation!

His gaze revealed a hint of understanding.

"Not worshiping immortals and Buddhas, only cultivating oneself, understanding truth with fists and feet!"

This phrase marked his first personal definition of Martial.

The shortcut of incense and immortal ways is a delusion; sect bias is a delusion; only the true intent discovered between fists and feet is the foundation for divine communication and proof of Dao.

True Intent...

True Martial!

Now, he comprehends even deeper insights—

"Fists and feet unveil True Martial, my body is the path."

His foundation is eternally upon the Martial, remembering to transform into Martial, rather than understanding himself through Martial.

"This point will remain unchanged, no matter what divine techniques or Dao principles and laws are mastered in the future."

With this hint of understanding, Meng Chuan’s entire body trembled slightly.

Demon Mountain thought its opportunity arrived and was invigorated, only to immediately find itself in an even more irresistible onslaught.

Chaos Divine Mountain elevated, more Qi Blood pierced through the barrier and gathered within him, his power suddenly ascended another level.

Fist Intent blends like rivers flowing into the sea, Power simplifies from complexity.

He stepped into a star-like dance, seemingly slow but actually rapid, each move evolved into the most original trajectory.

When the myriad principles of fists converged into a single line, Meng Chuan’s clothes fluttered, surprising with a slight smile, his fist suddenly retracted.

Seemingly unmoved, yet already pointed with a piercing force.

No techniques?

Hundreds of techniques!

Only the truth of martial arts was visible, like a needle through silk, aimed at Demon Mountain’s brow.

"What is this?!"

Demon Mountain finally panicked, displaying intense, complex emotions of restlessness.

Unable to understand, unable to make sense of it, yet felt a bone-deep apprehension under this punch.

What on earth is this human doing!

It felt like a blindfolded beast being led by the nose, everything beyond its control.

Demon Mountain was completely enraged.

Endless dark flames boiled, the black sun gathered in its palm swelled unprecedentedly.

With this strike, it intended to risk its precious avatar to perish alongside the human before it!

It felt insulted.

Longing to break free from the dimensional constraints, to slap the ant before it, to eagerly devour its flesh!

Yet, in the next second, even before the black sun fully ascended.

The fist edge abruptly corresponded, even akin to the Divine Power it possessed.

Directly traversing the layers of Demon Mountain’s flesh barrier, without a trace of restraint, vividly printed in its mind.

Accompanied by a cold, calm voice resounding.

"True Martial·One Punch."

This punch is not Meng Chuan’s comprehension of some True Martial divine techniques.

He simply saw where "Martial" lay, subsequently gathering his strengths to deliver an unstoppable punch.

According to his thoughts, this punch more closely resembles the existence form of a Secret Technique, embodying part of the true Martial Arts Divine Skill he envisioned.

True martial arts is True Martial.

There is still a long road ahead towards truly creating techniques...

Demon Mountain’s figure abruptly froze, time and space simultaneously paused.

In the next instant.

Boom!!!

The massive demonic form exploded, raising intense dust, covering the sky and earth.

No chance for even two wails, it dispersed like flowing water into a pool of bizarre red energy substance...

...

The sky is vast and high, the earth’s veins are wide.

It’s the world, but also the will.

The setting sun half-inserted into distant peaks, an orange-red light reflecting on his face.

Meng Chuan exited the blood-engulfed state, his face pallid with no blood color.

Sitting casually on a freshly made dirt mound, he took out a handful of pills from the Demon Mirror, picking useful ones and busy stuffing them into his mouth.

Sitting cross-legged to refine, until a touch of redness returned to his cheeks, he then opened his eyes and stood up.

Approaching this still-unsolved "red liquid," Meng Chuan hesitated for a few seconds.

Bending down, sensing for a moment, he extended a wide armored palm inside.

Stirring twice, a pleasant expression appeared on his face.

He precisely grasped a rock-like yet heart-throbbing piece, extracting it from the red liquid.

Holding tight, he examined it closely, Meng Chuan nodded secretly:

"This is the True Spirit of that skeletal bird, Demon Mountain parasitized within..."

Storing it into the Demon Mirror, Meng Chuan was in a good mood.

Apart from the harvest of understanding True Martial, Recognizing Heaven and Earth took a small step forward.

Four stars condensed solidly, Qi and Blood Value soared further.

Plus this True Spirit of a fourth-tier Great Demon, today can be seen as thrills with substantial gains...!

"What the hell!"

Before Meng Chuan could finish his thoughts, he immediately turned back.

His posture violated the laws of physics, wanting to dodge something.

Just saw that blood-like leftover of Demon Mountain suddenly coalescing into a red beam, shooting out beneath his eyes.

Chasing him from behind.

Meng Chuan was caught off guard, barely managed to dodge.

Even before he could change his pose for another dodge, it felt like swallowing a magnet, that trace of red beam like a weight, instantly disappearing into his body.

"..."

Meng Chuan’s expression was grim, his hand pressing the surface of his body, furrowing his brow as the place where the red beam entered.

Earlier, he sensed no danger, which is why he reached out to scoop.

Moreover, no accidents occurred during the scooping; it only suddenly came to life after he withdrew his hand.