Gao Zhengyang had killed tens of thousands of demons in the Demon Realm, and his killing intent was extremely thick.
The vajra's vajra's power and might carried a thick and cruel killing intent.
The killing intent was formless, but in the Heart Buddha Realm, Gao Zhengyang was the god of this realm. The boiling killing intent in his heart was almost tangible, and merged with the momentum of his fist intent to increase the power of this vajra's vajra.
If the fist intent's momentum was a ball of fire, then Gao Zhengyang's thick killing intent was a barrel of oil.
The loose monk robe on Hui Ming's body was blown high by the fist intent. His thin and weak body seemed to be flying along with his fluttering clothes.
Hui Ming narrowed his old eyes, feeling slightly surprised. The fist intent was powerful, but this terrifying killing intent was too rare. Jue Mie was vicious and merciless, but in terms of killing intent, he was far inferior to this disciple of his.
The strong killing intent was nothing. What was rare was that Gao Zhengyang had merged the killing intent into the vajra fist. There was no viciousness or extremity, and instead it increased the fist intent's power. To be able to do this, it proved that Gao Zhengyang understood the essence of the vajra fist.
Even though he was Jue Mie's disciple, Hui Ming couldn't help but praise in his heart, Good fist technique!
This was a true fist technique expert.
Hui Ming wanted to kill Gao Zhengyang's spirit and teach him a lesson. He didn't dodge the fist, and also used a vajra's vajra.
Both used a vajra's vajra, and the moves were exactly the same, but the momentum of their fists was completely different.
Hui Ming's fist technique was thick and profound, and his vajra's vajra's vajra was completely without any heat. It was like a towering mountain, its endless majesty hidden in the long and heavy.
In comparison, Gao Zhengyang's was fierce and domineering, but it lacked the heaviness. In terms of fist intent, it was inevitably weaker.
Hui Ming had transformed the vajra's powerful vajra's vajra's intent, purifying the hard and strong power into a heavy momentum. The fist intent of the vajra fist was truly superb, far beyond his level.
Gao Zhengyang knew that Hui Ming was powerful, but he didn't believe it. In the Heart Buddha Realm, Hui Ming was just a mental projection. The power he exerted was completely supported by the Hui Ming Fist Will. However, it was impossible for this fist intent to exceed the capacity of the Heart Buddha Realm.
In other words, no matter what, the strength Hui Ming exerted right now couldn't possibly surpass his own.
Gao Zhengyang wasn't willing to change his move, so Hui Ming naturally wouldn't change it. As soon as the two of them made their move, the vajra pestle collided with each other, causing the battle to enter its most intense phase.
"Boom …"
The four fists collided like two huge invisible vajra pestles colliding violently, causing the entire space to shake.
There was very little Vital Qi in the Heart Buddha Realm, but the duo's tyrannical fist intent almost tore apart this newly formed Mental Image World.
After all, the Heart Buddha Realm was just a projection of Gao Zhengyang's mind. Its essence was a special mental image that carried the profundities of the Ten Directions Heart Buddha Sect's secret technique.
The dim fist intent was a huge blow to Gao Zhengyang's Heart Buddha Realm.
The fist intent shook the heavens and earth, and Hui Ming was unavoidably affected. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and it seemed like he was about to be blasted out of the Heart Buddha Realm by the invisible fist intent.
However, his thin and frail body took three steps back. Every time he took a step back, the power under his feet nailed deep into the ground. Through the movement of his body, he diverted the impact of Gao Zhengyang's fist intent into the ground. At the same time, he was as stable as a rock. There was no gap to take advantage of when he retreated.
Gao Zhengyang forced Hui Ming to retreat with a punch, and his expression was solemn.
In the Heart Buddha Realm, heaven and earth were formed by his mental image. He was the god of this world. He didn't dare to say that he was omnipotent, but he was much stronger than Hui Ming in terms of strength.
Unfortunately, Hui Ming still had the upper hand in the confrontation of fist intent. His profound attainments in the vajra pestle allowed him to fight with ease.
The change in Hui Ming's fist intent also allowed Gao Zhengyang to see a deeper change in the Vajra Fist and a higher realm.
If they were fighting outside, this punch would be enough to smash Gao Zhengyang into pieces.
But here, Hui Ming obviously didn't have much of an advantage.
Gao Zhengyang wanted to make another move, but Hui Ming withdrew his fist and retreated, shaking his head slightly. "The outcome has been decided. Your fist intent is too crude."
"Haha, I'm not convinced about that," Gao Zhengyang said with a smile. "You have the upper hand, but you're still far from winning."
Hui Ming was a rank nine powerhouse. He wouldn't quarrel with Gao Zhengyang. In terms of fist intent, he naturally had a complete victory. But regardless of whether Gao Zhengyang was high or low, in terms of victory or defeat, Hui Ming couldn't say that he had won.
"Take my Vajra Chain Hammer …"
Gao Zhengyang didn't give Hui Ming a chance to speak. With a long laugh, he swung his fist again.
There was a hammer hand in Taiji Fist. This was also the concept that Taiji Fist imitated in ancient times when a general swung a hammer to kill an enemy. It took the fierce, violent, and all-conquering fist intent and turned it into a fist hammer hand.
In this respect, the hammer hand of Taiji Fist and the vajra hammer were almost the same. They both used the fist as the hammer.
In the Three Emperor Canon Fist, the elbow and knee were used as the hammer, and it also took the explosive power of the cannon.
Gao Zhengyang didn't have a deep understanding of the vajra scepter. It was just that this move of subduing demons with force was very much to his liking. In the Heart Buddha Realm, he was confident that his strength was far superior to Hui Ming's, so he used the vajra scepter from the start.
Discovering that pure brute force wasn't enough, Gao Zhengyang decided to use a more savage and powerful fist art.
He swung his fist, and the wind from the fist exploded in the air with a shocking sound. Compared to the vajra scepter's firmness and ferocity, Gao Zhengyang's vajra hammer was faster, fiercer, and more fierce.
According to Hui Ming's understanding, it was more straightforward.
Hui Ming knew that his strength was far from Gao Zhengyang's. His hands slowly turned like wheels, using circular force to dissolve layer after layer of Gao Zhengyang's vajra hammer.
When Gao Zhengyang swung his fist, it was like he had hit a rotating wheel. It was neither soft nor hard. The harder he used, the more it slid to the side.
Taiji Fist also had many ways to borrow and transform force. Just from the variations of the fist art, it was more complicated and exquisite than the vajra wheel.
But Hui Ming's vajra force was too deep. When he used the fist art, his entire body was round from head to toe, and he couldn't exert any force. Unfortunately, he was square on the inside. The outside was round like a wheel, and the inside was square like an axis. He didn't take any force at all.
Gao Zhengyang was also impressed. This old man looked unremarkable, but his attainments in fist art were extremely high. This vajra wheel was obviously ordinary, but in his hands, it was like a god moving, extraordinary and divine. It made him feel ashamed of his inferiority.
The old man had really immersed himself in the vajra fist for his entire life. Every movement and every breath he took was filled with fist intent.
Gao Zhengyang punched out dozens of times, but they were all easily resolved by Hui Ming.
"You're still far from it …" Hui Ming seemed to be reminding him, and also seemed to be criticizing him. He said, "This kind of firmness and ferocity is only on the surface."
"Hehe, this is just the beginning." Gao Zhengyang sneered.
Gao Zhengyang understood that he couldn't lose this battle. Only by defeating Hui Ming could he make Hui Ming look at him in a different light.
Taking a step back, a proud person like Hui Ming, if he was defeated by him. He had to think of a way to win back his face.
Hui Ming was also an elder, and naturally wouldn't be willing to lose his status and really fight with him. Only in the Heart Buddha Realm, a place that was extremely unfair to him, would Hui Ming make a move.
This kind of battle could increase the realm of Gao Zhengyang's fist art. This was much more effective than teaching by example.
Even for this, Gao Zhengyang had to try his best to defeat Hui Ming.
It didn't matter that the variations of his fist art were far from Hui Ming's. He just had to explode with his strongest power and destroy the other by force.
In just a few moves, Hui Ming saw through Gao Zhengyang's plan. He couldn't help but laugh. Gao Zhengyang's thinking was too simple!
It wouldn't last long. How long could Gao Zhengyang's explosive fist intent last?
But Hui Ming could not laugh anymore very soon. Gao Zhengyang's ferocious Hammer Fists fired out in succession without stopping.
By the time Gao Zhengyang blasted out the thousandth Hammer Fist, Hui Ming's expression also became solemn.
Judging from Gao Zhengyang's aura, his power did not weaken in the slightest.
The volcanic eruption-like attacks became increasingly ferocious instead.
At this moment, Hui Ming came to a sudden understanding of what Gao Zhengyang meant when he said it had only begun.
Want to support the continuous eruption of fist intent, there must be actual support. Gao Zhengyang's divine sense was not so strong yet. Could it be that it was really a tyrannical body reflecting Heart Buddha that let him have boundless power?
If it was really so, then how tyrannical was his body?
Just as Hui Ming was deeply puzzled, the Vajra Wheel in his hand finally could not bear the force anymore, revealing a trace of gap.
Gao Zhengyang found the opportunity and unleashed over a hundred cannon hammer blows in a row without holding back, hitting until Hui Ming swayed left and right, like a small tree in a storm, swaying and about to snap.
Hui Ming's expression became even more solemn. If he was defeated by Gao Zhengyang, that would be too humiliating! This was what he absolutely could not accept!
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