A punch embodying the essence and path of true Martial Arts!
With one punch, Meng Chuan never felt the world so vast and boundless.
The shadow in his heart dispersed, Shanghao was also rolled far away, unable to obstruct his expansive celestial mind.
This force is a highly pure fist intent, so pure that to call it fist intent is too shallow.
It's a concept akin to a law or Dao principle, rule-based power, allowing it to pierce through the body of Demon Mountain as if there were nothing.
Martial Arts is also a Dao!
What if he then harnesses the Qi?
Such thoughts emerged in Meng Chuan's mind.
Isn't this precisely what he has always desired, to transform himself into his Martial Arts?
With a slight movement of his will, Meng Chuan's chest opened wide.
From his mouth and nose billowed a white dragon, and all two hundred zhang of Qi were transformed into a blazing flame that steamed clouds and boiled the sea.
