His arms rapidly became engorged with blood, his flesh swelling by a full circle, turning a deep purple.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
In the next instant, countless fist shadows, far exceeding the capture limit of the ordinary human retina, covered every inch of the space several meters in front of him.
The potent strength and speed tore and frictionized the already chaotic air currents around him, emitting a sharp sound like a sword slicing through the air at extreme velocity.
The incredibly sharp sound alone was enough to make one's hair stand on end and scalp tingle. If it struck a human body, the resulting injuries would be unimaginable.
After unleashing a hundred fists in succession.
Gu Yuan’s movements abruptly halted, and he remained in place.
The myriad of surging air currents around him gradually subsided.
*Hoo!*
Gu Yuan slowly exhaled a stream of white mist, which extended for several feet before slowly dissipating into the air.
*Hoo!*
His pores, tightly closed moments before, instantly opened. A strong scent of breath mixed with sweat washed over him, and droplets of perspiration appeared on Gu Yuan’s skin.
Even Gu Yuan, now having achieved Gang Jin, could not unleash a hundred full-power punches consecutively without feeling any fatigue.
An ordinary person, after a single burst of continuous punching, would feel soreness in their arms after only a few blows. Those with professional training, like boxers, might last longer, but not significantly so, as Gu Yuan's standard was to maintain full power with each strike, keeping a stable output.
However, to unleash a hundred punches continuously with such force and infused with countless qi, generating such terrifying explosive power, was beyond the capabilities of an ordinary martial artist.
And this technique had become the ultimate killing move of the Gang Jian Qi Quan style.
Although Gu Yuan’s current realm had reached a level that required comprehension rather than strenuous practice for further cultivation,
daily practice of full-power punches could still push the limits of this body.
His gaze shifted towards the western border, where he would encounter an exceptionally formidable opponent, his target for this mission.
Wu Yifeng!
Wu Yifeng, as the Third Elder of the Star of Freedom, the most powerful underground organization in the foreign world, was renowned for his strength globally.
Moreover, he was currently in a crucial period of comprehending Jian Shen, his power reaching its peak.
Gu Yuan felt that if he could return successfully from this mission, achieving Jian Shen would be significantly easier.
Meanwhile, in the Kunshan Mountain Range.
Wu Yifeng tossed aside the intelligence report in his hand, a dismissive smirk curling his lips.
“To come for me, huh? Are any stray cats and dogs capable of killing me now? If you want to come, then come. I guarantee you won't return.”
Watching the report drift away with the wind, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in Wu Yifeng’s eyes.
As the king of the Western underground world, he found it unacceptable that a young man who had only been active for two years had accepted a mission to kill him. Wu Yifeng decided that when this young man named Gu Yuan arrived, he would teach him a harsh lesson before sending him to hell!
He glanced at the ten-thousand-foot cliff beneath his feet, then turned and continued on his path towards Jian Shen.
After many days of traversing and practicing his martial arts at the edge of the precipice, contemplating life and death, he felt that his path to Jian Shen was not far off.
He tidied his belongings, packing only a few special military ration pills jointly developed by the Wu Ge and the Great Ming Empire.
These pills were as hard as iron and suitable only for masters of Hua Jin. An ordinary person would find their stomach unable to digest them.
They contained a wealth of nutrients, capable of sustaining a master above Hua Jin for half a month.
However, each pill cost a hundred thousand, though this amount was no longer significant for Gu Yuan.
After one final round of practice, Gu Yuan set off to find Wu Yifeng. Kunshan was vast, and he had no idea how long it would take, so he could only search gradually. According to the intelligence, Wu Yifeng was still in the depths of Kunshan, so time was ample.
He slowly adopted a boxing stance. This stance did not belong to any specific martial art; it was something he had stumbled upon and comprehended during his practice, a culmination of his martial arts training, or perhaps, the beginning of his own unique style.
Gu Yuan’s fists moved slowly, like an elderly gentleman practicing Tai Chi in a park in his previous life, exuding a leisurely aura.
Gradually, the profound intent of "Hun Yuan Ru Yi" (harmony and auspiciousness) from the Hun Yuan Quan, the first martial art he had cultivated in this world, appeared in his mind. Along with the movements, his martial art began to emit an aura of Hun Yuan Ru Yi.
A jolt suddenly struck his mind, accompanied by a resonant whale's cry, as if it were emerging from the ancient chaos, carrying boundless seas and immense pressure.
This sensation gradually transferred into Gu Yuan’s punches. Slowly, his punches became extremely slow, as if he were pulling ten thousand feet of seawater, carrying an incredibly heavy momentum.
As Gu Yuan’s fists moved, streams of qi seemed to be continuously pulled by him, transforming into seawater and forming waves that crashed against the air, emitting dull thuds.
Finally, Gu Yuan slowly retracted his fists, bringing his hands together in a circle. The qi he had manipulated was compressed into a sphere, circulating within. With a gentle palm thrust, the sphere of qi moved forward and exploded a few meters in front of Gu Yuan, scattering into numerous wisps of air.
Gu Yuan opened his eyes, sensing the enlightenment gained from his recent practice. A smile curved his lips; he hadn’t expected to get one step closer to Jian Shen through such an indirect route.
He shouldered his packed luggage, locked the door, and embarked on his journey to Kunshan.