Chapter 50

"Is this the 'Tiger Out of the Cage' borrowed form technique? No, it has surpassed that. It's no longer 'Tiger Out of the Cage,' but rather the 'Fierce Power of Qiongqi.' The borrowed form凝聚的精神不仅影响自己和敌人，还让旁观者产生幻觉气势，换我来做，也不过如此。"

Feng Kuchan's mind flashed with a sigh of admiration. This eighteen-year-old Chinese youth not only possessed a superhuman physique and a versatile, exquisite fighting style, but unexpectedly, his mental and spiritual cultivation was on par with a veteran grandmaster like himself.

In his memory, even the most outstanding combat genius in the mainland since its founding, the strongest practical fighter among China's million troops—likely the strongest in all of China at present, Captain Lei Jiuxiao of the Qianlong Special Forces, who had already entered the Danjin stage a decade ago—might not have been this strong at this age.

Chen Yunfeng was speechless. He was also a skilled practitioner of the "borrowed form" technique, but he could only influence himself, then manifest it internally and externally in his appearance and demeanor, far from being able to synchronize his form with his moves.

To others, it was already incredibly fierce and powerful, but as the primary target and the first to bear the brunt, Li Pu naturally felt it even more deeply.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, facing the mental pressure formed by the borrowed form, their hearts and limbs would likely tremble, their courage would be completely drained, their stance would be lost, and they would be defeated without a fight.

Li Pu's heart also trembled, but what spread rapidly through his mind and entire being was an uncontrollable excitement, indignation, and a tenacious fighting spirit that surged like a tidal wave, dispelling all negative emotions.

—This was a nearly instinctive resilience in struggle.

"Shen," the cultivation of the mind, the opponent's "borrowed form" was so exquisite, operating at will and with ease. Li Pu's knowledge in this area was basically blank.

"Xing" and "Yi," martial arts experience and combat techniques, he undoubtedly fell short of the experienced opponent by a large margin.

"Qi," Li Pu's most confident physical strength, a body tempered through the Divine Warrior Armor and his own arduous training, gave him a slight advantage. But the opponent could also use "Yi" to compensate for "Xing" and use "Shen" to drive "Qi," bursting with even more fierce combat potential in a short moment.

However, it was far from time to be discouraged! Because he had a trump card that he had never used in past battles.

At this moment, Li Pu's consciousness was almost blank, and the neural signals transmitted at the speed of light almost instinctively issued three commands simultaneously.

Divine Warrior Armor: Life Blueprint System—Initiate Repair.

Divine Warrior Armor: Ultimate Enhancement Program—Activate.

Then: I must win!

Li Pu's eyes shone like stars, brilliant as flames, with the essence of life surging like a tide. His bones, tendons, muscles, organs, and meridians... everything in his body suddenly burst with terrifying potential. The bones and tendons resonated, the roar of tigers and leopards, the sound of thunder! Like a roaring flesh engine, driving his arms.

He didn't understand the technique of "borrowed form," but at this moment, his highly concentrated spirit formed a surging, sharp aura, rough, primitive, yet substantial, locking onto the super-strong opponent in front of him.

Then, he launched his attack!

Hidden Power Fist, Hidden Power Fist, Hidden Power Fist, still Hidden Power Fist! Like a storm of wind and thunder—Hidden Power Hundred-Crack Fist Rain!

A second before Li Pu prepared to punch, the Little Fist Saint, with his extremely quick reaction, almost as if he had foreknowledge, his pores and hair stood up like a startled cat, his pupils rapidly contracted, his abdomen near the Qihai point suddenly expanded and contracted, his mouth opened, and he exhaled a burst of air, transforming it into the most fundamental of the six secret sounds of the Esoteric School, the "Hūm" sound.

This "Hūm" was slightly different from the Chinese "hōng," pronounced as "hu^m!" in the Sanskrit mantra of the Shingon School, meaning "crush" or "terrify"!

The drumming of the lungs and viscera produced a thunderous sound. In the depths of Zhang Shi's Qihai, it was as if a fire of Maha Kala had been ignited, the life energy stimulating the meridians and activating potential, his arms and muscles swelling like iron, and he also unhesitatingly unleashed the ancient Eight Extremes' chaotic arrow strikes!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Inside the hall, the air currents oscillated and exploded continuously!

Abandoning everything else, a pure collision of force and speed, spirit and will, the explosive air currents mixed with sweat and dust, the intense dragon and tiger struggle left even the peak Huajin grandmaster Feng Kuchan speechless. Chi Fei and Chen Yunfeng, who had fought these two youths, were even more stunned.

Chi Fei thought: It turns out that in our previous fight, the opponent didn't take it seriously. If the Little Fist Saint had used such skills just now, I would have been utterly defeated in an instant.

Chen Yunfeng thought: If Li Pu used such moves on me, no, even just one punch, I wouldn't have survived.

"This... this..." Feng Kuchan frowned tightly: "Even if two peak Huajin grandmasters were to exert all their strength, in terms of momentum and power, they might not be able to match these two youths. Truly, each generation has its own prodigies. I thought the Little Fist Saint of the Zhang family was already the most outstanding of this generation. I didn't expect that a youth from Shanghai would have such incredible abilities."

Thinking of this, the top grandmaster who dominated the Yangtze River Delta region truly regretted not listening to Chi Fei's jest during dinner and finding a way to take this orphaned youth as a disciple. But he remembered that the youth should be a high school sophomore or senior. If possible, waiting until he graduates and then admitting him to a military academy wouldn't be too late.

Qin Xia'er was so tense that she was almost suffocating. She couldn't see their movements clearly, only feeling how powerful it was! Ten or a hundred times more powerful than scenes in martial arts movies!

Unlike the last time when she was rescued and the fight ended before she could see much, this time she watched the entire process. Her strange cousin with a unique family background was one thing, but Li Pu, who had always played and fought with her, was unexpectedly so strong...

The intense head-on clash, with countless punches bursting out in a second, didn't last long. One figure fell into a disadvantage, staggering back, and then half-knelt on the ground, his arms trembling.

"Master?" The bald middle-aged man couldn't believe his eyes—the one who was pushed back was Zhang Shi.

Zhang Shi himself found it hard to believe. Why did the opponent suddenly unleash such powerful physical strength? Almost every punch—every punch was a full-force Hidden Power strike! After stimulating his potential with the "Maha Kala Fire" in his Qihai through the special breathing method of "Vajra Divine Power," he initially felt a slight advantage with his full-force chaotic arrow strikes, but within ten seconds, he was forcefully suppressed.

Not to mention Hidden Power Grandmasters or Huajin Grandmasters, even a Wu Saint who had reached the Danjin stage had never been heard of delivering Hidden Power with every punch. This kind of play was essentially self-mutilation, disregarding one's own body and life!

"Trouble..." The blood and qi in the Little Fist Saint's iron arms were scattered, his entire body's tendons, muscles, and even organs were numbed and exhausted, unable to muster any strength. Facing Li Pu, who had taken the upper hand and approached, he felt for the first time that he had no reliable means of defense.

"Stop!" The bald middle-aged servant suddenly shouted, his hands hidden behind his back vibrating, and two silver-gray steel short sticks shot out from his loose sleeves. He also lunged forward, trying to intercept Li Pu.

The bald middle-aged man was a veteran butler of the Zhang family in Southeast Asia, with excellent and experienced skills, proficient in Filipino short stick techniques. Holding a pair of solid steel short sticks, the force he generated, combined with the weapon, was over a ton! If hit on the head, even wolves and tigers would be killed instantly.

This time, to stop Li Pu, his steel short sticks were aimed at the youth's chest in a blocking manner.

But before his stick force was fully exerted, Li Pu didn't even glance at him, and with a shrimp-spring whip punch, he struck the alloy stick. The bald middle-aged man immediately felt a tingling sensation in his palms, followed by intense pain, and not only staggered backward, but also lost his grip on the steel short sticks, which flew out of his hands.

When the steel short sticks, made of steel, landed far away and were examined, they were found to be bent into an arc!

"Such great strength, such fast reaction! No wonder even Master fell into a disadvantage..." The bald middle-aged man was shocked and uncertain, his hands trembling and losing strength, his palms splitting, making it impossible to block again.

Li Pu's whip hand pushed back the obstructer, his body swaying slightly, he stopped, and he exhaled a tired breath, with a layer of white mist rising from his body.

This was the result of extraordinary intense exercise and physical exertion, causing the rapid discharge and evaporation of sweat from his body.

Li Pu didn't continue to attack, nor did he have much strength left. He looked at the Little Fist Saint in front of him and said, "You are very strong, stronger than I imagined."

This statement was sincere. Li Pu knew that if it weren't for the nearly cheating combat mode after activating the two functions of the Divine Warrior Armor, he wouldn't have been able to gain the upper hand in one go.

Originally, Li Pu always thought that at this age, with the Divine Warrior Armor and his hard training, he was the strongest. But the hard reality told him that whether it was combat techniques, martial arts experience, or even mental cultivation... he had lost in all aspects. What he won was only his physique, enhanced and augmented by alien black technology.

But Zhang Shi didn't know Li Pu's thoughts. He shook his head with a bitter smile, his breathing irregular, and then admitted frankly, "You are still superior. If it weren't for Uncle Jiang's sudden interference just now, that whip punch would have been fatal to me. I have no confidence in blocking it."

The Hidden Power Hundred-Crack Fist that Li Pu had just delivered was too extreme. Even with his gifted physique and the body enhanced by "Vajra Divine Power," he was still shaken, his blood and qi churning, and he hadn't recovered yet.

"Your seamless Hidden Power punches..." Zhang Shi's expression was complex, with a mix of frustration, confusion, and admiration, "Isn't this very harmful to the body? How did you do it?"

This rich second-generation had a somewhat peculiar personality, but he was a decent guy. Li Pu smiled tiredly, and his body swayed slightly, as if he was about to collapse.

Zhang Shi was startled. Although his condition wasn't good either, he immediately stepped forward, wanting to support the falling Li Pu.

But Li Pu, who was about to fall, managed to hold himself up and then staggered in another direction. He walked to Class President Xia'er, forced his eyes wide open, and said seriously to the girl, "Class President, catch me. I lent you my shoulder before, now it's your turn."

"Eh?" Class President Xia'er blinked in confusion.

Li Pu let out a "Ugh!" and fell onto the girl's shoulder.

"Wow, what's wrong with you?" Qin Xia'er struggled to catch Li Pu, who fell into her arms, almost losing her balance.

The uncles and aunts around were watching, and the thin-skinned girl felt embarrassed and instinctively wanted to push Li Pu away, but soon realized that the youth in her arms was burning hot, his limbs soft, and he had no strength at all.

"Ugh, I need... to rest." Li Pu mumbled a few inaudible words through his teeth, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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**End of Chapter**