As the man's startled cry echoed, everyone subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed.
Then, their faces paled in unison, and they gasped.
In that direction, a long mountain ridge was splitting and collapsing!
Large chunks of rock tumbled down the mountainside, and the ridge visibly shortened in an instant!
Trees on the ridge toppled, kicking up clouds of dust.
Flocks of birds and herds of animals fled in panic, their mournful cries filling the air.
What shocked the onlookers the most was that this scene was not happening on just one mountain ridge, but simultaneously on all nine!
In other words, all nine dragon-shaped ridges of Nine Dragon Mountain had collapsed at that very moment!
The so-called "Nine Dragons" no longer existed!
Only the summit of the Nine Dragons, the place where the dragon heads converged, remained!
"Could it be... that this was caused by the nine fist intents he unleashed earlier?"
Someone suddenly realized something, their pupils contracting.
This thought acted like a reminder to everyone, and all eyes turned incredulously towards Ying Chen.
It seemed to be the only possible explanation!
Otherwise, why would the nine mountain ridges collapse for no reason?
However, the idea of a human breaking all nine long mountain ridges with nothing but his fists seemed utterly impossible!
It sounded like a fairy tale!
While the crowd was in disbelief, the few Feng Shui masters present wore solemn expressions, deep in thought.
"Fists shattering mountain ranges... it's unprecedented in all of history. But upon closer inspection, it's not entirely impossible. After all, everyone saw the nine dragon veins being used by Daoist Yinlong to suppress Ying Chen. In the end, they were broken by Ying Chen. This means the nine dragon veins were already like a porcelain vase with internal cracks, intact on the outside, and a slight force would shatter them completely."
"That makes sense. Without its veins, a mountain is like a body without a soul. Then, to shatter it with fist force... the difficulty would indeed decrease. Of course, it's still a shocking event. At least within my knowledge, no martial arts expert could achieve this."
"Could this Ying Chen be not just at the seventh stage of martial arts, but at the eighth, or even higher?"
The Feng Shui masters murmured amongst themselves, their words filled with profound reverence for Ying Chen.
Daoist Yinlong, however, had an extremely grim expression, his face so dark it seemed water could drip from it.
The destruction of the mountain ridges was a minor issue. The crucial point was that with the destruction of the ridges, his dojo was also ruined!
The essence of this dojo lay in its nine dragon-shaped mountain ridges.
The nine dragon veins converged at one point, providing an inexhaustible supply of Feng Shui power.
Now that the nine dragon veins were destroyed, the dojo had become like water without a source or a tree without roots!
Its function and value had plummeted!
"Ai ya, ai ya..." He Chongxu, who had been dreaming of inheriting the dojo after his uncle's victory, thumped his chest and wailed in frustration.
His beautiful dream had been shattered by Ying Chen's punch!
He felt like killing Ying Chen!
Ying Chen, meanwhile, paid no attention to the reactions of those around him. He quietly looked at Xiao Bao and asked, "Have you learned it?"
Xiao Bao blinked his eyes repeatedly, falling into thought.
A moment later, he nodded, "Not yet, but I have remembered it!"
"This punch is called Mountain Shatter!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Chen patted Xiao Bao's head with approval. "You're much smarter than that guy. That's right, this punch is called Mountain Shatter!"
Back then, Meng Zi had spent a full seven days and nights to comprehend the essence of this boxing technique.
The essence lay in its name.
Mountain Shatter!
The moves themselves were not important; what mattered was the spirit of "shattering mountains with a single punch!"
And Xiao Bao, in the blink of an eye, had grasped the essence of this boxing technique.
His talent was evident.
Perhaps one day, he truly could achieve what he himself had said: "fists reaching beyond the heavens."
"You're still young, you have plenty of time to ponder. From now on, just watch my performance."
"I will show you: in other eras, perhaps not, but in this era, martial arts are by no means inferior to sorcery. Martial arts can indeed break all spells with sheer power!"
With that, Ying Chen turned and walked back to the center of the arena.
Ying Chen intended to use only martial arts, without employing any Xuanmen sorcery, to utterly defeat Daoist Yinlong!
This was not only to solidify Xiao Bao's belief in martial arts but also to awe and warn everyone present!
Hearing Ying Chen's words, both Daoist Yinlong and the other Feng Shui masters present became visibly displeased.
Ying Chen's statement had directly elevated this contest into a battle between martial arts and the Xuanmen!
If Ying Chen won, it would prove that everyone's previous understanding was wrong and that martial arts could indeed be superior to sorcery!
If Ying Chen lost, it would prove that their previous understanding was correct and that, under equal conditions, martial arts were indeed inferior to sorcery!
"Presumptuous! Kid, I will show you how childish and ridiculous your words are!"
Daoist Yinlong said sternly.
The next second, he suddenly stomped his foot on the ground!
Instantly, a large amount of feng shui malevolent energy surged from the mountaintop ground.
This malevolent energy transformed into small tornadoes that scurried rapidly across the ground.
They all disappeared into Daoist Yinlong's sleeves.
Daoist Yinlong's sleeves grew larger and larger.
They resembled the wind bag of Feng Bo in ancient legends, capable of containing all the winds of the world.
"Heaven and Earth in a Sleeve, Vast Gale!"
"Go!"
Daoist Yinlong pointed a finger at Ying Chen.
Immediately, a large amount of malevolent wind surged from Daoist Yinlong's swollen sleeves.
These winds, like howling dragons and snakes, rubbed and coiled, pouncing towards Ying Chen.
Simultaneously, faint streaks of small blue lightning could be seen mixed within the gales.
*Zzzzt!*
A wealthy onlooker, who had inadvertently stood too close, brushed the edge of the gale. The hat on his head was instantly torn to shreds!
The tear marks on the hat were as clean and precise as if cut by a knife.
This meant that these gales were not as simple as they appeared; they contained countless wind blades!
A mere touch would result in being dismembered by the wind blades!
The wealthy man was so terrified that he collapsed on the spot. If someone hadn't been quick enough to drag him back, he might have been sliced into pieces by the gales!
"Breaking all spells with sheer power?"
"Show me you can break it!"
Daoist Yinlong's eyes were cold as he looked at Ying Chen and said.
Ying Chen, however, merely wore a mocking smile, completely ignoring Daoist Yinlong's provocation.
He simply stepped forward and unleashed a punch!
*Bang!*
A shocking scene unfolded.
As Ying Chen's fist struck, the air seemed to collapse in a bizarre manner!
Then, as the collapse reversed, a massive air explosion vortex formed in the air!
The moment the vortex formed, time seemed to stand still.
The malevolent winds that were surging towards Ying Chen froze in mid-air.
Then, they suddenly turned around, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, and all rushed towards the air vortex!
In the blink of an eye, the initially basin-sized air vortex expanded to the size of a pond!
It instantly covered most of the mountaintop!
The onlookers were so frightened that they retreated en masse, only stopping when they had nowhere else to go and were on the verge of falling off the cliff.
"Here you go."
Ying Chen's calm voice echoed.
Along with his words, the giant air explosion vortex plummeted from the sky, smashing towards Daoist Yinlong!
Daoist Yinlong's eyelids twitched, a flicker of horror in his eyes.
He had never witnessed such a boxing technique!
It had completely shattered his understanding!
Most importantly, the fist wind unleashed by Ying Chen had absorbed the malevolent winds he had summoned, increasing his power by more than tenfold!
Daoist Yinlong could feel that if he were to meet this attack head-on, he would be torn to shreds by the air explosion vortex!
In a moment of crisis, Daoist Yinlong roared.
"Still!"
The next second, a small yellow flag appeared before everyone.
As soon as this flag appeared, it acted like a divine needle, instantly stabilizing the continuously rotating air explosion vortex.
Then, the flag surface unfurled slightly.
The vast air explosion vortex was directly dissolved into nothingness!
Seeing this, the Feng Shui masters' pupils constricted, and they shouted the name of the flag: "Wind-Still Flag! It's the Wind-Still Flag!"
"Isn't this a magical artifact of the Moonfall Sect? How did it fall into Daoist Yinlong's hands?"
"Why even ask? The Moonfall Sect was annihilated five years ago, and the perpetrator is still unknown. It must have been Daoist Yinlong!"
"Noisy! Seeking death!" Hearing these whispers, Daoist Yinlong's eyes narrowed.
Then, the corners of the Wind-Still Flag fluttered.
Those Feng Shui masters all spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
These individuals were renowned masters, yet they were rendered unconscious and in a life-threatening state after just a slight wave of the Wind-Still Flag!
This demonstrated the terrifying power of the Wind-Still Flag!
After teaching the Feng Shui masters a lesson, Daoist Yinlong sneered at Ying Chen, "If I don't play seriously, you think you're really something!"
"You must understand that there's a world of difference between a Xuanmen master using a magical artifact and one without it!"
"Once the magical artifact is out, it means your life has officially come to an end!"
"Oh, really?" Ying Chen merely glanced coldly at Daoist Yinlong.
Then, his figure flashed abruptly.
Before Daoist Yinlong could react, Ying Chen had already appeared before him!
A chill ran down Daoist Yinlong's spine in fright.
"Wind-Still Flag!"
Daoist Yinlong pointed at the Wind-Still Flag, and the flag emitted a rustling sound.
An invisible force surged forth, as if to devour Ying Chen's soul.
However, Ying Chen seemed completely oblivious to the consequences, ignoring it completely and allowing the Wind-Still Flag to envelop him.
"Heh heh, truly ignorant of death..."
Before Daoist Yinlong could finish the last word "alive," it abruptly stopped the next second.
Deep shock filled his eyes.
His mouth agape, he let out a desperate wail from the depths of his throat: "No!"
As the Wind-Still Flag surged towards Ying Chen, it not only failed to cause him any harm but, with Ying Chen's punch, the fist directly pierced through the Wind-Still Flag!
The Wind-Still Flag tore with a ripping sound, its entire surface instantly splitting into pieces, becoming a tattered rag!
Ying Chen's fist, passing through the flag, struck Daoist Yinlong's ribs.
Accompanied by a crunching sound of breaking bones, Daoist Yinlong's chest cavity caved in!
It looked as if half of his chest cavity was missing from birth!
The scene was incredibly gruesome and terrifying!