"What?"

Seeing his punch blocked by Li Yun's fist, He Yiming's eyes bulged in shock, his eyeballs almost falling out of their sockets.

He actually knew about Li Yun.

After all, Li Yun was the victor at the Welcoming Spring Tea Party, where he settled the outcome with a single sword strike, publicly crushing Yang Yundu and earning the title of Young Lord Dongyang. Information about Li Yun was impossible to conceal.

Therefore, like many who attended the Welcoming Spring Tea Party, He Yiming also believed that Li Yun primarily cultivated sword techniques and excelled in the Sword Dao.

But he never expected Li Yun's fist technique to be so powerful.

This completely caught him off guard.

It even made him feel humiliated!

The Young Lord Dongyang, who clearly dominated the Welcoming Spring Tea Party with his sword technique, chose not to use his sword and instead exchanged blows with him using his fists. Why?

Was it because he felt that He Yiming was not worthy of him drawing his sword?

Bastard!

How dare you humiliate me like this! Today, no matter what, I will beat this arrogant guy into a pulp!

He Yiming had a perverse personality. Feeling that he had been looked down upon by Li Yun, he became even more enraged. A strong killing intent surged in his heart. He retracted his fists and unleashed a barrage of attacks with even fiercer momentum.

Mie Luo!

Mie Luo!

Mie Luo!

It must be said that He Yiming's talent was truly astonishing.

Especially in the path of fist techniques.

This Mie Luo Fist Technique was clearly a Congenital Martial Art corresponding to the Transcendent Realm. Normally, it should only be possible to drive it and comprehend the essence within the fist technique after reversing the Acquired state to the Congenital state and cultivating Innate True Qi.

But He Yiming, with his True Qi Realm cultivation, easily unleashed it, almost reaching the perfect realm, thoroughly displaying the essence of the destructive power contained within the fist technique.

However, facing his fist technique offensive,

Li Yun remained unmoved.

He didn't even move his feet much. His body stood tall like a mountain, his feet like heavenly pillars, always staying within a range of two to three steps.

He unleashed punch after punch according to his unique rhythm.

Each punch could unleash brilliant starlight, carrying a magnificent aura, as if a starry sky was hidden within the fist technique, with infinite evolution, giving birth to powerful might that shook the heavens and earth!

This was actually the 【One Element Shaking the World Fist】 he had created.

The combination of Super First Grade True Qi and the One Element Formation resulted in each punch carrying a mystical power of continuous renewal of myriad phenomena. The more he fought, the more Li Yun himself felt a strong sense of shock.

This was not self-praise.

It was because this fist technique was originally formed by combining the One Element Formation at the proficient realm, and there was still a large gap from the truly perfected One Element Formation.

Naturally, the more he fought, the deeper his understanding of the small One Element Formation became.

He could comprehend the infinite profound mysteries contained within the One Element Formation every minute and second.

This gave Li Yun himself a strong premonition.

If this 【One Element Shaking the World Fist】 were truly cultivated to the extreme, it would definitely not be a True Qi Realm fist technique, nor even a Congenital Martial Art, but a powerful Celestial Human Divine Power.

With a single punch, he could directly blast out a real world.

In the infinite evolution, all opponents would be crushed into particles of this real world!

Such a fist technique was actually beyond the scope.

How could the Little Fist God He Yiming be able to resist it?

After only a moment.

The Little Fist God He Yiming's face had turned as pale as paper.

He had discovered that no matter how his Mie Luo Fist Technique attacked, no matter how it was unleashed to its extreme, the destructive power within the fist technique could not truly penetrate the brilliant starlight blasted out by Li Yun's fist technique.

It was like a taboo.

A taboo that made people despair.

He simply couldn't cross the line by half a step!

But the True Qi in his body had been severely depleted.

Bang!

Suddenly, He Yiming was sent flying.

Fist against fist.

He Yiming's entire body was blasted high into the air, landing on the tiled roof of the Flying Goose Tower, rolling directly to the edge and almost falling off. He could only forcefully grip the tiles on the eaves with his hands.

Even so, the victory and defeat were already clear.

Li Yun did not deliberately pursue him.

There was no meaning.

It wasn't a life-and-death feud, could he really kill the other party?

Furthermore, Li Yun wasn't stupid.

At this moment, how many powerful figures were watching this place from all around in the night sky? Normal sparring was fine, but if he really killed someone, no powerful figure would be foolish enough to ignore it.

Li Yun was not foolish enough to provide an excuse for those powerful figures from other continents who were watching like tigers.

He retracted his fist.

He flashed in front of He Yiming.

Looking down at him from above, he smiled indifferently: "You're not good at fist techniques. If you come to Eastern Cloud Continent again in the future, it's best to keep your head down, otherwise I'll beat you until you're too embarrassed to even mention fists!"

"You..."

"Good! Young Lord Dongyang, Li Yun, I'll remember you!"

"You just wait. Sooner or later, I will use my fist technique to wash away the humiliation of tonight!"

He Yiming said with resentment.

As his voice fell, he exerted force with his hand, his body leaped into the air, and he directly flew towards the distance, quickly disappearing into the night.

Li Yun smiled indifferently, not caring.

He Yiming didn't know that since he didn't win against him today, he would have even less hope in the future, because as time passed, the gap between them would only widen.

Around the Flying Goose Tower, countless Martial Artists watched the Little Fist God He Yiming's defeat and departure, and the atmosphere became much more stagnant.

If before, when Li Yun first appeared and had Blackie quickly deal with the three Martial Artists from other continents, it only showed his arrogance.

Then, his defeat of the Little Fist God He Yiming in a fair fight, using his fists against fists without any schemes or hidden attacks, while not using his ancient sword, truly made people feel his terrifying strength.

So much so that many Martial Artists from other continents who were still clamoring to teach Li Yun a lesson fell silent.

Of course.

Simply defeating the Little Fist God He Yiming was clearly not enough to completely deter them.

About ten breaths later.

Another figure quickly and neatly swept onto the roof of the Flying Goose Tower.

It was Bai Linsheng!

From Eastern Xuan Continent, Wind Cloud Sword Cave, one of the White Wood Twin Swords.

"Li Yun, you truly live up to being the Young Lord Dongyang who won the top spot at the Welcoming Spring Tea Party. I've witnessed your strength, but I heard that your sword technique is superb!"

"Tonight, I, Bai Linsheng, challenge your sword technique. If you can win, I, like the Little Fist God He Yiming, will leave Eastern Cloud Continent myself and never set foot in Eastern Cloud Continent again in this life, unless I defeat you again!"

Li Yun glanced at Bai Linsheng indifferently.

Suddenly, he shook his head.

"You, are not enough!"

"I heard you have a Junior Sister, and together you are called the White Wood Twin Swords. Let her come too... Otherwise, I'm afraid you alone won't be able to withstand one sword strike from me!"

Bai Linsheng's expression immediately stiffened.

The precious sword at his waist was directly unsheathed, drawing out streaks of eye-catching sword light. The Sword Intent spread out like a mysterious wind, transforming into a sky full of sword shadows!

"Then defeat me first before you say that!"