Boom!
With an explosive crack and collision echoing through the air, a shockwave rippled outward—so powerful that everyone more than ten meters away could clearly feel it.
Wu Ming's punch came to an abrupt halt, while Shi Feng staggered back several steps before managing to steady himself.
The result of their head-on clash was plain for all to see, yet Han Yifeng and the others on the scene could only stare at Shi Feng in disbelief.
"He blocked it!"
"He actually blocked that?!"
Wu Ming's punch was like something straight out of a beast's strike. The stone tiles beneath his supporting foot had already cracked apart splinter by splinter, which gave some indication of just how devastating the force behind that blow truly was.
The stone tiles used to pave the upper district's ground were no ordinary material—their hardness rivaled that of steel. Even a peak body-refinement grandmaster at full power could at most crack one, never shatter it to pieces. Yet the tiles at the core of the impact had been ground to powder.
Against a punch like Wu Ming's, even a car would've been sent flying over a dozen meters. It was a blow that went far beyond human limits.
"What did he just do?"
Qin Baiyi stared intently at Shi Feng, who had only stumbled back a few steps and remained otherwise unharmed.
Qin Baiyi understood better than anyone else just how devastating Wu Ming's punch truly was. To not only survive it unscathed but even to catch it at all and walk away with merely light injuries—for someone who had just entered the realm of mental mastery—was absolutely inconceivable.
This was, after all, a strike unleashed after fully releasing the brain's restrictions on the body, concentrating every ounce of physical power into a single blow. Even an ordinary person who managed to release the brain's physical limitations could lift a compact sedan. A mental master whose body had already been tempered far beyond the boundaries of normalcy—such a person releasing those restrictions? The resulting power was beyond imagination.
Of course, subjecting the body to such strain carried an enormous burden. Without absolute control, a single strike like Wu Ming's would leave an ordinary person crippled. The brain's restrictions on the body served as a form of protection in the first place. But for a mental master at Wu Ming's level, it was a different story entirely.
He could not only exert perfect control over every ounce of strength in his body but also toggle those restrictions on and off at will. By activating them only for the instant of impact and then immediately switching them off again, he could minimize the damage from releasing those restrictions to nearly nothing—negligible enough that his own natural recovery could compensate. That was precisely what made a three-star mental master so terrifying, practically superhuman.
Yet Shi Feng's physical restrictions had clearly not been fully released at all. Instead, he had relied on some strange technique—speed so fast it was beyond belief—to forcibly block, or rather deflect, the power of Wu Ming's punch, absorbing only a fraction of the force and impact. It was utterly incredible.
Not only was Qin Baiyi stunned, but Shi Feng himself was flooded with wild joy and shock. He had actually pulled it off! Although he couldn't reproduce Sword Light Reincarnation with one hundred percent fidelity, he had at least managed to withstand Wu Ming's full-powered strike.
Though at this moment, the strain on Shi Feng's mind was considerable. It was obvious that in order to make his body execute the technique properly, his brain's processing had spiked to its absolute limit—it was being pushed past capacity.
"You deflected the force of my body?"
Wu Ming regarded Shi Feng with a bewildered expression, unable to comprehend how his punch had been met by those two strange knife-hand strikes in rapid succession. The concentrated force that had been channeled through his entire body had scattered instantaneously—as though some invisible force had twisted his body itself, subtly distorting his movements and sapping more than half the power from his fist.
That was precisely why Shi Feng had walked away with barely a scratch, having retreated only a few steps.
A fluke?
Luck?
Wu Ming gave a slight shake of his head and once again surged forward toward Shi Feng, throwing punch after punch in a relentless, rain-like barrage—showing absolutely no intention of giving Shi Feng any breathing room or the slightest chance for another miracle.
Originally, he had come here with the intention of teaching Shi Feng a thorough lesson—forcing him to hand over the majority of Zero Wing's shares while also avenging his student. But having witnessed Shi Feng's potential, and knowing he had already dispatched numerous experts from various consortium factions to hunt Shi Feng down, the relationship was effectively beyond repair. There was no possibility of reconciliation.
Not to mention that Shi Feng had dared to act this brazenly in his presence. There was no way he would let it slide.
So there was only one path forward: cripple Shi Feng. First deal him a devastating blow, then while Shi Feng's mental state was weakened, use mental intimidation to stir the deepest fears within his heart. That way, even if Shi Feng was a mental master, an indelible shadow would be seared into his psyche—his future path in mental cultivation would be thoroughly destroyed, and the Green God Corporation would have no grounds to hold him accountable.
Wu Ming's rain-like barrage was like something out of a nightmare. Every single punch not only released the body's restrictions but followed absolutely no pattern whatsoever.
Of course, this kind of relentless barrage was extraordinarily fast. Because he couldn't channel his full body's power into every single blow, each individual punch was somewhat weaker in force—but even so, it was far beyond what an ordinary mental master could hope to block.
In an instant, the air was filled with a storm of fist shadows. Even a mental master who could dilate their perception of time by more than tenfold would be unable to clearly track every single punch.
"Has he lost his mind?!"
Shi Feng's expression changed drastically the moment he saw it.
Even for a mental master at Wu Ming's level, unleashing such a reckless, limit-releasing combination would absolutely cause significant damage to his own body. And facing this deluge of fist shadows, Shi Feng couldn't even track them—let alone employ a technique like Sword Light Reincarnation.
Just as Wu Ming closed to within a meter and the storm of fist shadows came howling toward him, Shi Feng gritted his teeth and once again released the muscular restrictions in both arms, his arms sweeping into motion like a pair of long swords.
Trajectory of the Sword!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!…
In front of the Green God Corporation's building, Wu Ming and Shi Feng stood less than a meter apart. Their arms had become nothing more than invisible blurs, yet the air between them erupted with constant sounds of collisions and explosive cracks—as though a violent tempest had sprung up between the two of them.