Chapter 17

**Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist!**

Originally, it was a martial art created by martial practitioners, containing a grand and expansive momentum, with the power to crush anything that stands in its way.

The Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist is precisely the third-rate mystic art that Lin Fei chose from the Skill Pavilion.

With the upgrade system, Lin Fei didn't need to worry about whether the fist technique was difficult to practice. His only concern was whether he had enough time to cultivate it.

The first time he used the Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist, the spirit of charging forward in the fist technique infected Lin Fei's entire aura.

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"Damn, you dare to compare fist techniques with me? Who do you think you are? My Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist will definitely kill you."

Lin Fei found it quite amusing. Although this fist technique was nothing compared to a Yellow Rank palm technique, given the current situation, this fist technique, when used by Lin Fei, would achieve the best effect.

As Zhang Fenglang unleashed his fist technique, Lin Fei immediately countered with his own, striking Zhang Fenglang's chest without hesitation. The wind from the punch caused pain on the other's face.

"Only a third-rate fist technique, break it for me!"

Zhang Fenglang sneered, believing his own fist technique was a first-rate mystic art, which a third-rate mystic art could never withstand. He aimed to severely injure the other with one punch.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The two fist techniques collided, and the intense aura caused both to change their expressions.

Lin Fei's expression changed as the power of his fist technique seemed to be even more potent than he had imagined, as if it would crush the other's fist.

Zhang Fenglang's change was that he believed his fist and palm techniques together would surely defeat the other. At the Great Success realm, he could resist any mystic art, not a low-grade Yellow Rank technique. He was certain Lin Fei would be defeated. However, this punch and palm attack were like stones thrown into the sea, and he felt intense pain in his fist, with his blood churning inside.

"Haha, doesn't it feel bad!"

Lin Fei laughed, the sensation of each punch landing on flesh was indescribable, far more satisfying than street fighting.

"Truly, martial practitioners are formidable."

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"Eight Directions Return!"

"Sweep a Thousand Armies!"

"Clear the Savage Land!"

Lin Fei's hands moved continuously, and the power of the Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist was unleashed. The three moves were the most powerful and consumed the most mystic energy. He wasn't worried at all, as the power was stronger than he had imagined, and he was more than capable of delivering a series of punches. With his Indestructible Body, even a small achievement, his physical strength was stronger than that of a Fifth Heaven martial practitioner, giving him an advantage in defense.

The Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist exceeded Lin Fei's expectations. With the circulation of mystic energy, each punch was powerful, like a giant reappearing, tearing apart anyone who stood in its way.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you can't withstand my attack. Surrender quickly. Considering you are my senior, I can let you go. Otherwise, you will leave here lying down."

Lin Fei, for the first time using the Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist, knew that this expansive and powerful style suited him best. Zhang Fenglang, on the other hand, was being continuously forced back, looking disheveled.

Out of ten punches, at least one or two would definitely land on the other, and Zhang Fenglang was certainly not having a good time. His hands were trembling, unable to resist, and his face kept changing, unable to understand how the other's strength could be so great.

"Your fist technique is just a third-rate mystic art, how can it have such power? Did you take some kind of pill?"

Zhang Fenglang's blood churned, and his face showed extreme discomfort. At the Fifth Heaven martial realm, he believed it would take only a few rounds to deal with Lin Fei.

"You will know when you lose."

Facing Zhang Fenglang's endless punches, Lin Fei's heart sank again. The situation was definitely not right, and he couldn't figure out why Lin Fei was so powerful.

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Lin Fei's display of the Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist greatly stimulated the outer disciples present.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, did he really have a breakthrough? He can learn a Yellow Rank mystic art, despite being said to have poor comprehension and staying at the Second Heaven martial realm all along?"

"Damn, I also practice the Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist, but why doesn't it have the same power as when Lin Fei uses it? Could it be that my comprehension is really that poor!"

"You are wrong. It's not that you didn't learn it well, but that Lin Fei has brought this fist technique to its maximum potential. A Great Success level Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist, combined with terrifying mystic energy, can achieve this level of power. It must be the Nine Revolutions Heart Method, which no one in the Skill Pavilion has ever learned!"

"What? The Nine Revolutions Heart Method? Lin Fei, how did you practice that heart method? Isn't it a waste of a heart method? When did he have such strength, no wonder he rose so quickly!"

"Originally, this waste of a heart method, once mastered, would make further cultivation easy. Because the mystic energy is more powerful than equal levels, any fist or palm technique would be infinitely amplified."

"Hehe, Lin Fei's life is over. The Nine Revolutions Heart Method is known as a waste of a heart method. Who would dare to practice it, it's like digging your own grave. Your achievements will be limited to the Ninth Heaven martial realm, and you will never become a true mystic practitioner!"

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After this outer disciple's boasting, everyone showed strange expressions, as they all knew the drawbacks of this heart method. Whoever practiced it would never advance.

Many geniuses in the past fell from their lofty positions to become ordinary people, unable to become a powerful figure in the Xuantian Continent.

The Nine Revolutions Heart Method was the root cause.

Later, with the loss of many geniuses, no one in the Divine Martial Sect dared to practice this waste of a heart method, as practicing it would ruin their lives. How could they become a powerful figure?

No one had expected that Lin Fei would go all the way with this. If he continued to cultivate, he might eventually become a mystic practitioner, whose lifespan would be greatly increased, far surpassing the Ninth Heaven martial realm.

But now...

Lin Fei is completely ruined, truly a waste. Even if he is currently strong and can overpower others, his future... will be bleak.

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"You actually practiced the Nine Revolutions Heart Method?"

Zhang Fenglang's face showed disbelief.

He knew the terror of this heart method. At the same level, no matter what fist technique was used, its power would be significantly increased. No wonder he could resist him.

Lin Fei laughed, "I, Lin Fei, have no talent. If I don't practice the Nine Revolutions Heart Method, should I practice other heart methods? Heaven has not forsaken me, and I have finally cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mystic Energy. Even if I waste my life, I will definitely trample you under my feet today!"

"Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist!"

Lin Fei once again used the Eight Directions and Six Realms Fist, his face showing a fierce expression.

Since cultivating the Nine Revolutions Heart Method, Lin Fei had been thinking about how to avoid this issue. The words from outside had all fallen into his heart.

Lin Fei suddenly realized, and the problem that had troubled him was immediately solved.

In the Divine Martial Sect, no one would doubt why his strength was greater than others. The Nine Revolutions Heart Method itself was superior to others, so why worry about others doubting him?

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"Lin Fei, stop, I won't care about Zhang Zhongshan anymore."

A practitioner of the Nine Revolutions Heart Method, with a domineering martial art, had long been verified in the Divine Martial Sect.

Now, Lin Fei's expansive and powerful fist technique directly suppressed Zhang Fenglang. The sparring could not continue, it was pure torture.

Zhang Fenglang regretted encountering such a madman as Lin Fei.

Exchanging his future for a short-term surge in martial realm, how terrifying would such a person be? If it continued, he would eventually be beaten to the point of spitting blood.

"I, Lin Fei, am not so easy to bully. You are destined to leave here lying down."