Chapter 117: Shattering the Sacred Body

Vajra Strength—this is a unit of measurement for power.

In the path of body refinement, when one reaches higher levels, ordinary units like kilograms or tons become insignificant. Hence, the emergence of Vajra Strength.

“After compiling data from over a thousand practitioners newly entering the Vajra Realm of body refinement and extrapolating through theory, it was concluded that the minimum power standard upon entering the Vajra Realm is one Vajra Strength, equivalent to one million kilograms of force,” Instructor Yu explained simply. “An ordinary peak-level Sixth Stage cultivator wields only about five Vajra Strength.”

From this, one could grasp the terrifying power of Ye Bai.

He had unleashed a full hundred Vajra Strength—twenty times that of an ordinary peak Sixth Stage fighter.

Yet this was far from the end.

Ye Bai’s body trembled as his blood surged, his corporeal energy solidifying into a tangible force that shimmered with golden radiance.

His aura grew even more ferocious, suffused with the sacred resonance of divine Dao.

“Unleash it!” he commanded.

Boom—

Another punch exploded as if cleaving the heavens and earth, tearing through time and space itself, striking the measuring device. The numbers soared rapidly before finally stabilizing at 300!

“Three hundred Vajra Strength!” even Elder Tang couldn’t help but marvel. “This must be the innate divine power of the Sacred Body, a sudden burst of strength tripling his base power. Yet this is far from the Sacred Body’s limit. Ye Bai has yet to fully awaken its true might.”

“Your insight is profound!” Ye Bai nodded. “I have only begun to tap into the Sacred Body’s potential.”

“You’re the real freak here!” Jiang Ming clicked his tongue in disbelief.

Only begun to tap potential?

What if he fully unleashed it?

Such a thought was blasphemous—to defy the heavens!

This bastard even stirred feelings of envy within him.

“This is just the beginning!” Ye Bai chuckled lightly. Blood qi surged wildly as he exploded once more. His form twisted, mobilizing every ounce of strength, shaking bones and organs, delivering an even mightier punch.

Boom—

The sound was like an atomic blast, deafening and earth-shattering. The numbers on the measuring device jumped wildly before freezing at 1,500!

“A fivefold power explosion!” Instructor Yu immediately discerned the significance. At this magnitude, words like “monster” barely sufficed.

“Impressive!” Ye Bai nodded. “Base strength is one hundred Vajra Strength. When the sacred blood boils and potential bursts forth, it reaches three hundred. I practice a certain boxing technique that contains a secret method to amplify power, reaching a fivefold explosion, enabling such devastating strikes.”

“You’re incredible!” Jiang Ming was stunned.

One thousand five hundred Vajra Strength—that’s a force of one billion kilograms.

Such power transcended mere terror.

It was enough to obliterate an aircraft carrier.

To harbor such monstrous force within a mere fist was truly shocking.

“How about it? Can you still top me?” Ye Bai looked at Jiang Ming, folding his hands behind his back, chin raised slightly. “If you can surpass me in pure physical strength, then I will truly admit defeat.”

His strength could potentially shatter even the strongest Sixth Stage Heavenly Phenomenon masters with a single punch—utterly inhuman.

This was the foundation of his pride.

“Why haven’t you integrated the Dao of realms?” Jiang Ming countered.

Ye Bai rolled his eyes. “The greatest augmentations to raw physical power come from the Infinite Realm and the Spatial Realm. Infinite greatly enhances bodily strength; spatially, the shockwaves from a punch become terrifying. There are also realms like Suppression, Heaviness, and Firmament, which have some effect but are only supplementary—of little consequence.”

“By the way, you seem to have comprehended the Spatial Realm!” Ye Bai smirked lightly. “So what? Even with space on your side, pure strength can still crush it with ease.”

“Brother Jiang, please!” His youthful face was brimming with playful pride.

Elder Tang and Instructor Yu watched with amused eyes.

They were curious about how much raw power Jiang Ming could truly unleash.

“Do you think he can surpass the Sacred Body?” someone asked.

“Hard, very hard,” Instructor Yu replied. “The Sacred Body is among the strongest constitutions known to humanity. Even on the battlefield of the myriad realms, it ranks at the top. No matter how deeply a mortal constitution is excavated before reaching the Sixth Stage, it has its limits. The Sixth Stage allows the body to transcend, but such progress cannot be achieved in a short time.”

Yu Instructor nodded in agreement.

It seemed unrealistic for a mortal constitution to exceed the Sacred Body.

Yet they still held a glimmer of hope.

“Watch carefully. I will show you how my mortal body can surpass your Sacred Body.” Jiang Ming’s body trembled as dormant blood qi erupted like a roaring tempest, forming an invisible wall of dense energy.

His aura was overwhelmingly fierce.

“Still lacking!” Instructor Yu whispered.

“Yes, quite lacking!” Elder Tang nodded.

This was entirely predictable.

Jiang Ming bent his waist, stepped forward, and launched a fist like the wind, each strike ringing with explosive force. The numbers on the device jumped rapidly before settling at 60!

Sixty Vajra Strength.

Still defiant of the heavens.

Twelve times stronger than a peak Sixth Stage cultivator.

“A mortal body reaching this level…” Ye Bai frowned. “Brother Jiang, you’re truly formidable, but that’s all you have!”

“During the provincial exam, you unleashed the Inch Fist.”

“You must be masterful in the path of power amplification, but at your age, even with godlike comprehension, tenfold enhancement is the upper limit.”

“Brother Jiang, please!” Ye Bai gestured after his analysis.

“To some extent, constitution has limits. But what about comprehension?” Jiang Ming suddenly smiled, stepping back. His tendons cracked, bones trembled, blood roared like avalanches and landslides, his heartbeat like the beating of ancient war drums.

Various sounds emanated from within him, converging into a single force.

Elder Tang’s pupils contracted. He communicated telepathically, “This is the power of rotational resonance within, layering and stacking amplification to form a terrifying force of augmentation. When the sounds coalesce, it signifies complete integration. This punch may be beyond imagination.”

“This sort of amplification burst, even if an ordinary person could execute it, the recoil would instantly shatter their body into pulp,” Instructor Yu remarked. “This kid is truly a freak.”

They all felt the overwhelming life force radiating from Jiang Ming—vitality far beyond their expectations.

Ye Bai’s brow furrowed.

Facing Jiang Ming’s punch, he inexplicably felt pressure.

Boom—

The air exploded open as Jiang Ming’s punch carved a vacuum tunnel, the unleashed power wave threatening to destroy the measuring chamber.

The echo faded, and the number froze at 1,042!

A sharp intake of breath escaped Ye Bai’s lips, his expression stunned. “Sixteenfold amplification, seventeenfold explosion, base strength of sixty Vajra Strength, yet he unleashed a power level of one thousand forty-two Vajra Strength.”

“Jiang Ming, how can you amplify your strength to such an extent?”

“Even with the secret arts, cultivating such power is harder than ascending to heaven.”

“I know the difficulty of mastering amplification techniques. Each layer multiplies the challenge geometrically.”

Ye Bai was utterly shaken.

“If I could cultivate to this level, I would dominate heaven, earth, and air,” he said, eyes blazing with passion before softening into a faint smile. “Still, I fall far short…”

He paused.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

He recalled Jiang Ming’s Spatial Realm.

Jiang Ming glanced at him with a smile and then threw another punch. A strange explosive sound burst forth, the air warping and spreading like a spatial rift, stirring a tidal storm.

The Spatial Realm blended with his blood qi, creating a terrifying spectacle—though it could not truly tear space itself.

“Otherwise, it would rival the cataclysmic destruction wrought by Whitebeard—ripping the earth, overturning the sky, stirring the seas!”

Jiang Ming’s thoughts shifted as he saw the number double: 2,084!

This punch’s power had already surpassed Ye Bai’s.

“How’s that?” Jiang Ming asked with a grin.

“You’re incredible!” Ye Bai gritted his teeth.

He had lost in his proudest domain.

“But your physique isn’t as robust as mine. That’s an undeniable fact. You’re strong—because of your comprehension,” Ye Bai admitted begrudgingly.

“Is that so?” Jiang Ming smiled.

Suddenly, an immense and boundless aura radiated from him—vast, oppressive, heavy, ancient, and infinite.

The Dao resonance emerged, causing everyone’s expressions to change.

“This power…” Elder Tang’s eyes narrowed. “Infinite!”

“The Infinite Realm, absolutely no doubt!” Instructor Yu was shocked.

He already knew Jiang Ming possessed the ten great realms of Yin-Yang, Space, Life-Death, and World—all perfected.

Now he had also attained the Infinite Realm?

Good heavens!

Was this man Heaven’s own son?

The ten great realms!

He had already comprehended half of them—far beyond human limits.

Simply defying the heavens.

“Holy hell!”

Ye Bai’s eyes widened.

He found it utterly unbelievable.

“The Infinite Realm, while not as unfathomable as Time, is extremely mysterious—intangible, invisible, without reference points. Its comprehension is no less difficult than Time or Causality. And he’s mastered it?” Ye Bai could hardly believe it.

Boom—

Jiang Ming’s fist fell again.

Before contact, it exploded like a black hole, the ensuing storm pulverizing steel into dust instantly.

Terrifying beyond measure.

The number stabilized at 5,210!

Base sixty Vajra Strength, seventeenfold explosion, and after integrating the Infinite Realm, another fivefold eruption of power.

This completely overlapped with the power amplification secret art.

An unimaginably ferocious strike.

“If this punch lands on you, will the Sacred Body explode?” Jiang Ming turned with a grin.

“Base sixty Vajra Strength, nearly a hundredfold amplification—how is that possible? How can you counter the recoil? How can you withstand it?” Ye Bai was disoriented.

Truly disoriented.

Elder Tang was puzzled.

Instructor Yu equally baffled.

They exchanged glances, realizing the tremendous vitality within Jiang Ming—a vitality symbolizing life force and potent regenerative power.

“Combined with his extraordinarily dense true qi, this helps counter the recoil. Also, the many Dao resonances he possesses naturally weaken the recoil!” Elder Tang mused.

Regardless, Jiang Ming’s punch shattered their previous understanding.

At the Sixth Stage, he struck with over five thousand Vajra Strength.

Ordinarily, a peak Sixth Stage cultivator wields only five Vajra Strength. He wielded a thousand times that.

“Do you admit it now?” Jiang Ming asked again.

Ye Bai’s face fell. “I admit it! Of course I admit it!”

“That last punch could easily blow me up—not just me,” his expression twisted slightly, “Supreme Bones, Reincarnation Body, Innate Dao Body, Devouring Body, Overbearing Body—all would be shattered. None would escape.”

He was driven to near madness by the provocation.

“Pure strength can’t resist all strange powers,” Jiang Ming remarked.

“Get lost!” Ye Bai snapped furiously. “Your martial path is peerless, your physique unmatched. Even cursed power has strong resistance against you. Those who cultivate curse power can hardly withstand your fists. But you’re right—Shi Lei’s Supreme Bones produce terrifying treasure arts; Fang Qinghan’s Devouring Body is even more bizarre than my Sacred Body, rumored to have devoured great demons and strange life forms; Jun Qiye’s Ghost Body is the most unpredictable, one misstep and you’re doomed; Luo Feng’s blade is unparalleled in sharpness!”

“Enough!”

“Today, you have shattered my confidence to pieces, left me utterly broken.”

“Fortunately, my will is strong enough, or I would have collapsed.”

Yet Ye Bai still ground his teeth in frustration.

“Honestly, I envy you!” Jiang Ming said. “Whether it’s power amplification or the Infinite Realm, these can be cultivated. But the Sacred Body? That’s determined by birth!”

“Now that you mention it, I feel much better!” Ye Bai exhaled heavily.

“If only I had the Sacred Body…” Jiang Ming murmured. “Base one hundred Vajra Strength, activating the hidden power of the Sacred Body reaching three hundred Vajra Strength. If it were me, with seventeenfold explosion and fivefold Infinite Realm boost—my heavens! One punch might crush a Seventh Stage master!”

“Three hundred, seventeenfold, fivefold—that’s…” Ye Bai’s face twisted again. “25,500 Vajra Strength!”

“See? If I had the Sacred Body, how terrifying would I be!” Jiang Ming expressed envy.

“You’re calling me useless!” Ye Bai roared. “No! I will keep excavating my Sacred Body’s potential. Even at its current limit, I can raise my base power to one thousand Vajra Strength. I will also study the amplification secret arts and the Infinite Realm!”

“I will begin cultivation immediately!”

“I refuse to believe that, as dazzling as I am, I am weaker than a mere mortal!”

“The final match is still over ten days away.”

“That’s enough time for me to improve further!”

“Jiang Ming, when the time comes, I—I—I…” Ye Bai tried to threaten but, thinking of Jiang Ming’s monstrous power, could only say, “I’ll try to hold you to a draw!”

Then his figure faded—clearly he had exited the virtual battle network.

“You’re quite the troublemaker, deliberately provoking him!” Elder Tang laughed.

“If I didn’t, how would he strive to improve? He is strong—only then can he be a worthy opponent,” Jiang Ming chuckled. “The Sacred Body, I really envy it. Elder Tang, Instructor Yu, do you think the Sacred Body can be cultivated later in life?”

He had ambitions.

(The chapter ends.)