d.To be honest, I had never been exposed to Buddhism before. Now that I've practiced it for a while, I'm doing well and haven't fallen behind others. There's no reason why I would suddenly choose a ne...The Third Form of the Sword of Humanity, one is not in control of their own body.

Facing this sword, Wang Yiwu's feelings were completely different.

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Jiang Wang's sword strike came, and he felt as if he were no longer himself. His fist couldn't reach its full potential, his killing intent couldn't surge forth at its strongest, and his blood energy was lacking by a hair's breadth... Everything was missing something, he was out of control!

The whole world seemed to be pushing him, making him do things he didn't want to do, things he couldn't do. Forcing him forward, backward, even sometimes left and right.

It very much resembles Chong Xuan Sheng's direct manipulation of spiritual energy, but it transcends the realm of "force" and becomes an influence of "momentum".

In this world, who can be free

Wang Yiwu was almost about to roar, but he gritted his teeth. All the muscles on his body were surging with power, his blood was boiling, and his fighting spirit surged. "Being helpless"... He didn't believe it!

If a mountain tries to block me, I will shatter it. If a river tries to stop me, I will break it.

Heaven and earth, all things cannot stop.

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He decides for himself, his fists shattering everything.

At his first military parade, he fought ten opponents alone.

In the first clash between the two armies, he fought valiantly, hacking and slashing his way through enemies, taking down generals and capturing flags.

The master said that he didn't practice military strategies, it would be difficult to become a military god. But he said to me, why should I follow your path!

From the humblest peddler to the highest officials, everyone in this world has their own struggles. Life is like a raging tide, and we are all just ships tossed about on its waves.

With these fists, I pave the way to invincibility.

"I am Wang Yiwu, the peerless one!"

He finally gritted his teeth, and amidst all the "helplessness," he once again unleashed his fist.

In all the "helplessness," struggle emerged "freedom"!

It's still the Unself Boxing.

But it was no longer Jiang Mengxiong's selfless killing fist, but Wang Yiwu's own selfless killing fist.

He remained steadfast in his convictions.

This punch was unmatched in its ferocity. Where it passed, space itself seemed to recoil.

But Jiang Wang's sword, at this moment, lightly drifted and pierced.

This sword, although seemingly light and airy, appearing so weak and even "feeble".

Yet, he saw through Wang Yiwu's fist style.

All light and shadow fell still.

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Wang Yi Wu still maintained his boxing stance, and at the top of his fist, a section of blade tip was exposed.

That pool of water, like autumn waters, is longing!

Longing pierced through his fist, entering from between his index and middle fingers, penetrating his palm, and exiting from the back of his hand. In an instant, blood gushed out.

Jiang Wang clutched his sword and let out the first roar of anger.

"Who is the first Tenglong!"

Wang Yiwu bit his lip, the pierced fist seemed to feel no pain, and the constant bleeding didn't seem to be from himself.

His five fingers were still clenched so tightly, still held in a firm fist.

He still jabs forward with his fist!

Though the fist technique was pierced, it did not dissipate.

At this very moment, it suddenly surges forth. Like a tidal wave returning, it sweeps over again. And it is stronger, more ferocious than before.

Mingming's longing should be the deeper, it should directly along this wound, cut open Wang Yiwu's entire arm.

But the tip of the sword was retreating.

Jiang Wang had exerted every ounce of strength to push forward, yet his sword was still being forced back. He was pushed back by that frenzied fist force!

During this backward movement, the blade and finger bone emitted a grating sound that made one's teeth ache.

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Neither Jiang Wang nor Wang Yiwu himself showed any fluctuation in their eyes.

The brief clash had reached its end. With a deafening boom, Chang Xiangsi's entire blade was sent flying, along with Jiang Wang himself, who was blasted back by the punch!

Before being blasted away from the entrance of "Dream Flower," Jiang Wang stopped his flying form, forcing the blood that surged to his throat down. He shot back with renewed vigor.

Once again, the sword is wielded against my will!

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He had promised Chong Xuan that if he tried to kill Wang Yiwu, he would never give him a chance to breathe.

Never stop, never relent.

Suddenly, the long sword was already here.

Faced with this terrifying sword, Wang Yiwu still did not choose to dodge. He even once again raised his fist that had been pierced, and once again charged towards Jiang Wang.

This time, however, blood surged in his fists, brimming with boundless military might.

This punch swelled up at a startling speed.

Soldiers surged, coalescing into various forms. Some were foot soldiers, some mounted warriors, some archers, and some shield-bearers...

One punch defeats a thousand soldiers!

The punch was so imposing, yet Jiang Wang's eyes became even more confident!

Wang Yiwu did not choose to directly confront the opponent with his Wuming Shaquan again. It was either because his injured fists could no longer bear such a clash, or because he judged that Wuming Shaquan would be unable to withstand the sword of involuntary actions; in any case, he was retreating!

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At least in this moment, facing the same realm as Jiang Wang, he had already lost his belief of being "invincible"!

And this, is the beginning of the scales tipping in one direction!

Jiang Wang kept pushing forward.

Chang Xiangsi dashed without hesitation into the thousands of soldiers transformed by Bing Sha, a flash of frost separating the surging tide of warriors.

One sword cuts down, thousands of troops retreat in fear!

In this short, perilous "passage" carved between the soldiers, Jiang Wang and Wang Yiwu found themselves facing each other.

> “Who is the world's number one Tenglong!”

He roared with anger again.

I still remember the first time I met Wang Yiwu in the Heavenly Mansion Secret Realm. This man treated all the other experts present like ants. Whether it was Chong Xuan Sheng, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian, or even his own Jiang Wang, he looked down on them all.

Now, it is Jiang Wang who exerts pressure on every step, relentlessly pursuing his goal, while the other party finds themselves in a different position.

He dashed forward from the "passage" he had cleaved with his sword, his sword light flashing like a dragon, and unleashed three consecutive strikes. The old general was left helpless, the esteemed scholar fallen into disarray, and all were forced to submit!

Wang Yiwu remained expressionless, his left hand suddenly flaring open and then closing abruptly.

The severed Bing Sha once again coalesced, and his right fist slammed forward!

The rolling tide of soldiers, clutching Jiang Wang, was sent reeling by this punch.

He chose to forgo the possibility of victory with this punch, expending a massive amount of his military prowess and determination, using it only for "expulsion." As he had told Chong Xuan before—he only wanted to repel, not defeat!

The surging army pushed Jiang Wang back in a flurry.

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Then a sword light exploded, and these surging troops vanished instantly.

Jiang Wang held his sword aloft, suspended in the air, facing off against Wang Yiwu from afar.

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Only then did Wang Yiwu loosen his fists, relax his fingers, and let them hang by his side.

The bleeding had stopped, but the wound on his palm was still clearly visible, gaping and terrifyingly raw.

"In the Tenglong Realm, you have indeed walked further." He said so.

Even someone as arrogant as him, admitted defeat!

Acknowledging Jiang Wang as the number one Tianlong Realm expert.

From the meridians, through the whole body's circulation, to reaching the heavens.

His invincible path came to an end in the Tenglong Realm!

"But I've figured something out," he said.

“I should not fear temporary failure, for I pursue everlasting invincibility!”

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In such words, Wang Yiwu once again clenched his fist.

"Thank you for giving me a defeat, allowing me to achieve fulfillment."

His long hair moved without the wind, dancing in the air.

"As a token of my gratitude, I've promoted you to the inner court!"

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