You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 6 Astonishing Fist Intent

"Wait!"

Just as Wang Long was brimming with momentum, his right foot slamming into the ground in preparation for a sudden attack, Wang Dao suddenly raised his hand and let out a sharp shout.

Wang Long abruptly stopped moving, the surging blood and qi within his body flowing backward, causing a tightness in his chest.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Wang Dao, forcing out through gritted teeth, "Seventh Brother, what trick are you trying to pull now? If you're scared, kneel down and kowtow three times, then get out of the hall, and I might spare you this time!"

"Afraid? Not at all."

Wang Dao slowly patted off non-existent dust from his cuffs, then spread his hands innocently. "It's just that I'm a coward and don't trust my third brother's words."

"What if things get heated and Third Brother accidentally uses the power of the Dragon Spine Realm? My newly cultivated golden membrane would be riddled with holes! Who would I complain to then?"

"you--!"

Wang Long was so angry that his nose was crooked and his finger pointing at Wang Dao was trembling.

"With all the elders here, in full view of everyone, how could I possibly do something so untrustworthy? You're being far too petty and judging me by my own standards!"

He shouted these words loudly, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Because he had just made up his mind that if he couldn't defeat him in three moves, he would secretly activate a trace of the Dragon Spine Realm's hidden energy to cripple Wang Dao's arm.

"Third Brother, don't rush to make an oath. These days, oaths are worthless."

Wang Dao completely ignored his comment, turned around to face the main seat, and flashed a bright, white smile at Zheng Wanqing, his smile both dazzling and... smug.

"Your Highness, for the sake of fairness and for the sake of Third Brother's reputation, Dao'er has a request."

"I beg Your Highness to take action and personally seal Third Brother's cultivation, suppressing him to the Golden Membrane Realm."

"With the Princess's care, Dao'er can finally put his mind at ease."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wanqing paused slightly in her hand holding the wine glass, a hint of surprise flashing in her phoenix eyes.

She hadn't expected this kid to be so perceptive, not only seeing through Wang Long's intentions but also daring to take advantage of her and use her to break the deadlock.

This doesn't look like a sixteen-year-old boy at all; he's practically a seasoned veteran who's been around the block for years.

Seeing Wang Long's face turn a deep shade of liver, Zheng Wanqing's pent-up frustration caused by Liu Mei instantly dissipated.

"Hehe, Dao'er's words make sense."

Zheng Wanqing smiled, a smile that seemed to dim the light of all the candles in the room. She put down her wine glass and lightly touched the air with her slender, jade-like fingers.

"Since that's the case, I'll grant your request, so that others won't say that our royal family's competition is unfair."

"Buzz!"

A dazzling beam of light shot out from her fingertips, swift as lightning, and instantly entered Wang Long's brow.

Wang Long felt a jolt throughout his body. The spine that had been dormant within him like a great dragon instantly dimmed. His surging blood and qi were forcibly compressed by an irresistible force, locked at the Golden Membrane Realm level, and could no longer be mobilized.

"Your Highness, this..." Wang Long's face was extremely ugly, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

The fact that his cultivation was truly sealed meant that his last trump card was completely gone.

Zheng Wanqing, however, seemed oblivious to his expression and continued to say with a smile, "Long'er, don't worry about it. This is just an extra layer of insurance."

"Moreover, even if your cultivation is sealed, your physical body, which has been tempered by the Dragon Spine Realm, is still there. Whether it is defense or combat experience, it far surpasses Dao'er."

"You still have the upper hand in this battle, but be careful not to capsize."

Hearing these words from the Second Madam Liu Mei was even more painful than being slapped twice.

Zheng Wanqing not only cut off Wang Long's escape route for cheating, but also exposed Wang Long's bullying of the younger generation in public, and also disgusted her.

Wang Dao looked at Wang Long, whose face was ashen, a sly glint in his eyes. He then assumed a perfectly standard starting stance and shouted:

"Third Brother, please enlighten me!"

"If we can't use our skills here, let's go to the training ground."

With a gentle wave of her jade sleeve, Zheng Wanqing sent a soft yet irresistible gust of wind that swept everyone away, instantly transporting them to the martial arts arena on the west side of the Prince's Mansion.

The training ground was entirely paved with black gold rock, which was extremely hard. Eighteen kinds of weapon racks stood around it, and a murderous aura was overwhelming.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Wang Long, who was already seething with anger, could no longer contain himself.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the black gold rock instantly cracked with several spiderweb-like fissures. He shot towards Wang Dao like an arrow released from a bow, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom.

"Useless trash, get down on your knees!"

Wang Long roared, and although his blood and qi were suppressed at the Golden Membrane Realm, his fierce foundation belonging to the Dragon Spine Realm erupted at this moment.

He clenched his fists tightly, his arm muscles bulging like a dragon, and threw a punch. A muffled booming sound could be faintly heard in the air, as if an invisible giant god was moving mountains.

It is the royal family's secret martial art – the Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist!

This punch was powerful and heavy. Before the wind from the punch even arrived, the force had already stirred up the gravel on the ground, forming a visible shockwave around his fist.

"Hiss! This power... it actually has a hint of fist intent!"

"As expected of the Third Young Master, this punch has likely reached the peak of the Lesser Completion stage, and may even have touched upon a trace of the True Meaning of the Mountain-Bearing Technique!"

"Like father, like son! To have mastered this powerful fist technique at such a young age, the Seventh Young Master is probably in for a lot of trouble, and might even break a few bones."

The onlookers, clansmen, and guests all gasped in astonishment.

Hearing the praises around her, Liu Mei waved her fan even more enthusiastically, her eyes and brows revealing a smug sense of pride that came with her son's status, as if she could already see Wang Dao being beaten to his knees and begging for mercy.

A strong wind blew in, causing Wang Dao's full head of black hair to dance wildly.

He stared at the fist rapidly enlarging in his pupils, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Indeed impressive. To be able to master this fist technique to its true essence in the Dragon Spine Realm, it seems you've put in a lot of hard work."

Wang Dao silently evaluated the situation, but then a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong opponent. You're not qualified to try your hand at boxing in front of me."

In the blink of an eye, the path of benevolence shifted.

He didn't dodge or retreat, but instead made a move that left everyone speechless—he charged straight at them.

"open!"

Wang Dao roared, his voice like a thunderclap from a clear sky. The golden membrane within his body trembled, and terrifying blood and energy surged into his right arm like a volcanic eruption.

With a heavy stomp of his foot, the entire training ground seemed to tremble.

Both involve making a fist with five fingers, and both are forms of the "Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist".

But the moment Wang Dao threw that punch, the air behind him seemed to distort instantly, and a majestic and ancient giant phantom materialized in the shadows. The phantom was not moving mountains, but rather seemed to be carrying an ancient divine mountain on its back, shattering the heavens with every step.

"Boom!"

His punches are like dragons, their power encompassing thousands of miles.

If Wang Long's fist intent was a small hill, then Wang Dao's fist intent was an ancient divine mountain that suppressed heaven and earth, carrying a suffocating weight and domineering force, crashing down hard.

"What?!"

Several veterans on the sidelines widened their eyes in shock and exclaimed, "The fist intent manifests? This is... the pinnacle?!"

"Impossible! He's only been practicing for a few days! How could he possibly have mastered the Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist?!"

The crowd, who had been waiting to see the joke, suddenly stopped screaming like ducks being choked, replaced by deep shock and disbelief.

Sitting in the main seat, Zheng Wanqing, who had been languid, sat up straight instantly, her phoenix eyes fixed on the imposing young man in the arena, the strange light in her eyes growing stronger.

"The Great Perfection Fist Technique... Just how much of it has this little rascal been hiding?"