This was no mere contest between Martial Artists. It had transcended the mortal plane, looking more like two Ancient Fierce Beasts locked in the most primitive, violent struggle across a barren wasteland. The sheer scale of it was utterly terrifying.
There were no flashy exchanges of True Qi, no unfathomable clashes of Spirit. There was only the purest confrontation: power against power, flesh against flesh, will against will... It was wild, domineering, and ferocious!
The longer Xia Wuyang fought, the more exhilarated he became. He could feel that in this high-intensity, head-on clash with a powerful foe, the circulation of his Dragon and Tiger Golden Bell Body was becoming increasingly fluid and natural. Under the immense pressure of their collisions, his Dragon and Tiger Spirit Blood was constantly being tempered and purified, growing stronger and more solid.
The transitions between the moves of his Dragon and Tiger Fighting Technique and Golden Bell Prison-Suppression Fist grew smoother and more natural. Many subtle variations and force-application skills, which had previously only existed in theory, were now being triggered, proven, and mastered in the heat of battle—all at an astonishing rate.
His fists grew heavier, his Body Technique faster, and his Defense more stable... His combat prowess was growing stronger by the moment.
In terms of absolute Power, he was still a shade weaker than the Black Ape Demon Monarch. After all, the Demon Monarch specialized in the Body Refining Dao and possessed a natural advantage in that respect.
But thanks to his more refined Combat Techniques, more resilient Defense, and the superior combat awareness and timing granted by his formidable Spiritual Power, he was gradually turning the tide. He was even beginning to gain the upper hand, his experience and skill improving at a rapid pace.
The Black Ape Demon Monarch, however, grew more alarmed, more frustrated, and more horrified the longer he fought.
It clearly felt its Power and physique surpassed this human’s, and even its experience and skill were considerably greater.
But whenever the human’s fists landed, they carried an infuriating concussive and piercing force that sent its Qi Blood into turmoil and made its muscles and bones ache, preventing it from mounting an effective counterattack.
The human’s Defense was frustratingly slippery. When its heavy fists struck, nearly half the force was often repelled or dispersed by that strange, pale silver aura, rendering the Attack largely ineffective.
Worse still, his Body Technique was uncanny. He appeared to be meeting the attacks head-on, yet at every critical moment, he would evade a fatal blow by a hair’s breadth and counter from an impossible angle with considerable power.
"ROAR... You have angered me! I will eat you alive!"
Unable to gain the upper hand after such a long battle, the Black Ape Demon Monarch flew into a complete rage, its fury blazing.
It abruptly retreated, spread its arms, and unleashed a deafening roar toward the heavens that made the entire Little Sumeru Mountain tremble.
The already immense Spiritual Blood Power coursing through its body began to churn as if it were boiling water. Its huge frame swelled once more, growing even more massive.
Its muscles bulged as if being inflated, and thick veins writhed like worms beneath its skin. Its crimson pupils looked as if they were about to bleed.
A terrifying aura—more primitive, more violent, as if bent on total destruction—erupted from its body and surged toward Xia Wuyang.
Talent Secret Skill... Berserk!
This was a life-or-death gambit that the Black Mountain Ape clan could only activate in a dire crisis. It could elevate one’s physical Power and Defense to terrifying heights for a short period, but it would be followed by a prolonged state of weakness. The side effects were considerable.
Clearly, Xia Wuyang had forced the Black Ape Demon Monarch to play its trump card, unleashing its greatest combat strength.
"Die!"
After going Berserk, the Black Ape Demon Monarch’s speed and Power surged once more. Like a burning black mountain cloaked in terrifying force, it crashed toward Xia Wuyang with world-shattering momentum.
It abandoned all technique, simply concentrating all its Power into its two fists. Like a pair of giant siege hammers, one from the left and one from the right, they sealed off all of Xia Wuyang’s room to evade, intending to pound him into pulp and leave nothing behind.
Faced with this incomparably terrifying Attack, a sharp light flared in Xia Wuyang’s eyes. He felt not a shred of fear.
’He knew the decisive moment had arrived.’
Instead of retreating, he advanced. The Dragon and Tiger Spirit Blood in his veins surged and roared at an unprecedented speed. The power of the eleventh layer of his Dragon and Tiger Golden Bell Body was fully unleashed, exerting one hundred and twenty percent of his combat prowess.
He clenched his fists. The intent of his left fist was like a mountain as a faint, silver bell shadow condensed around it. This was the Golden Bell Mountain Guardian!
The intent of his right fist was like a dragon and a tiger—the dragon form agile, the tiger form ferocious. This was the Dragon and Tiger Shaking Heaven!
The next moment, he caused these two distinct yet kindred fist intents to converge, compress, and fuse before his chest... their power growing ever more astonishing.
The earth-shattering Secret Technique of the Dragon and Tiger Golden Bell Body—the Dragon Tiger Golden Bell Break—was unleashed.
"Break..."
A low shout exploded like a clap of thunder!
Xia Wuyang thrust both fists forward, not to meet the Ape Demon’s fists separately, but merging them into one. They transformed into a single, intensely condensed, pale silver Fist Gang, which thrummed with the sounds of a Dragon Tiger Roar and the tolling of a Golden Bell.
This Fist Gang shot out like an arrow from a bow, like the first light of dawn. A single point to shatter a surface, it blasted straight toward the center of the berserk Black Ape’s chest—its vital point.
It was an Attack that perfectly fused the Beng Rune Technique of the Golden Bell Prison-Suppression Fist, the Piercing Power of the Dragon and Tiger Fighting Technique, and the explosive force of his own Dragon and Tiger Spirit Blood, unleashing an unprecedented level of might.
It was the very embodiment of concentrating all one’s Power into a single point, a pursuit of ultimate destruction and penetration.
"BOOM..."
An earth-shaking BOOM, ten times more terrifying than any previous collision, erupted in the sky. It was accompanied by a blinding flash of energy that swept across the heavens and the earth.
The berserk Black Ape’s chest, sturdy enough to withstand a direct hit from a Spiritual Artifact, was like butter pierced by a red-hot poker the moment it met the pale silver Fist Gang. Its tough hide, gnarled muscles, and even its hard bones disintegrated layer by layer with almost no resistance.
A horrifying, bowl-sized hole, piercing straight through its torso, appeared in the Black Ape Demon Monarch’s chest. It was a ghastly sight.
"AWOOOO..."
The Black Ape Demon Monarch let out a heaven-and-earth-shaking, bloodcurdling shriek. Its Berserk state was instantly broken, and its massive body was flung backward like a kite with a severed string.
Blood gushed like a waterfall from the hole in its chest and the exit wound on its back, dyeing a large swathe of the mountain rocks below a deep crimson.
Its eyes filled with disbelief, agony, and a deeply hidden trace of fear. It clearly had not expected Xia Wuyang to be this powerful, especially not without using a single shred of True Qi.
’It had used its Talent Secret Skill, yet he still heavily wounded me with a single blow. What kind of monster is this human? How can his Body Refining Cultivation be so powerful? Since when did the Fallen Dragon Land have an Overlord Level expert like this?’
Pressing his advantage, Xia Wuyang showed no mercy. His figure flashed like lightning in hot pursuit, intending to seize the opportunity to either kill it outright or control it with the Soul Enchantment Technique and make it his first Extraordinary Servant.
A Demon Beast servant equivalent to a Two Spirits True Monarch—whether as a combatant or a mount—was of immeasurable value, far beyond what any ordinary person could imagine.

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