Chapter 1374: You do not abide by the Basic Law!

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"Aikido Fist!" Gilchris roared.

The towering three-meter-tall giant of the underworld threw a punch, delivering an unimaginable impact. But just as his fist was about to land, he suddenly changed his move. His chest muscles ripped open, revealing a vibrant red glow within.

The Emperor pressed out with a hand, and the light's impact was instantly absorbed. The light vanished in an instant.

Before him, the black-haired, black-eyed man stood with steady steps, without even a single scratch, and smiled, "Starting as a clandestine doctor's clinic, a legendary martial artist who switched from medicine to martial arts... I didn't expect you to be quite shameless. You talk about throwing punches, but then strange weapons emerge from your belly? Human mechanization?"

"How... how is this possible?" Gilchris was somewhat dazed.

This was a super-powerful Type 7 nuclear explosion mechanism, the strongest weapon developed by their Milcy Medical Institution. One shot from it could destroy most of this kingdom. One could say he struck with extreme ruthlessness, even willing to obliterate the entire area.

"It's been so many years; no one has laid a hand on me."

Xu Zhi stretched his neck.

He had always been diligently farming. He still remembered the last time he fought, back in the era when he was the Emperor traversing eons, battling Medusa...

Getting personally involved in the world, he hadn't intended to do so unless absolutely necessary.

Now, he was forced to, because this was no longer a sandbox world he controlled, but a truly independent grand world. He was merely one of the countless beings within it.

"You're quite something; you actually made my finger red. I've been researching knowledge and systems for so long that I've almost forgotten how to fight." The Emperor shook his palm. "What martial art do you practice? Is it an external force-based mechanical style?"

This man's martial arts aptitude was not low; he could open up a Ninth-Tier martial art. Unfortunately, he had taken a wrong path; mechanical modification was not the right way...

"Enemy attack!" "Enemy attack!"

Hearing the explosion, the generals and management of the Blazeforce Hall rushed over.

Among them was Colson, the senior disciple who had just left. He slowly bent down to squeeze through the villa's doorway. This tall, muscular tough guy, a full 3.7 meters tall, known as the strongest man in underground black boxing in Anqing City, specialized in the agile Yan Clan's strangling ancient martial art, and his expression also became incredibly grave.

Everyone's expression suddenly turned heavy, as they recognized Gilchris, the Ninth-Tier Martial God, ruler of this land.

"What on earth are you? That was a nuclear explosion! How could your body absorb such an enormous impact...?"

Gilchris's expression subtly changed as he slowly straightened up. He had originally intended to test this emerging power, but he never expected it to be so deeply hidden.

"If we fight here, the entire kingdom will be destroyed. Let's go into the depths below." Xu Zhi suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's head, and lightly pressed it.

Crack. Gilchris was completely squeezed into the earth beneath their feet, into the inner universe.

In the vast, boundless starry sky, Gilchris's entire body was shattered by continuous blows. His bones were repeatedly fractured, and all the strongest cosmic alloy machinery that modified his body was bent and warped.

No matter how he resisted, all his strength was like a mud ox entering the sea, completely ineffective against the opponent.

"It's as if he's a charging doll! Every time I strike, I'm just charging him up, making him even stronger!"

Cold sweat unconsciously drenched Gilchris's entire body. He looked at this terrifying man, who stood there completely unscathed; power capable of destroying everything had no effect on him whatsoever.

"You!! What on earth are you?!"

Gilchris's eyes widened as he stared intently at the man before him. "Even if your muscles can withstand it, how can your clothes remain undamaged?"

In the era of martial arts, where muscles clash and fists meet flesh, who could avoid their clothes ripping?

This wasn't the era of laws, where one could distort the laws of the universe, weaving energy with laws to envelop oneself. How could he still not obey the laws of the universe?

Gilchris was utterly stunned!

In such intense close-quarters combat, this man's clothes were surprisingly intact. He looked like an immortal, elegant and leisurely. He simply didn't conform to the fundamental laws of the universe!

The Emperor crouched down. He placed a hand on Gilchris's chest, stirring his internal organs as if they were dough, and smiled, "Just as I suspected, every Ninth-Tier martial art is a form of physical evolution, not a bloodline evolution, but a biological one. The martial art you cultivate has replaced your internal organs, tissues, and blood... It's all machinery inside. Are you half a spaceship mecha?"

"Cultivating different martial arts evolves one into different Ninth-Tier ultimate beings. Applying rules under cosmic limits, your martial art leans towards machinery, doesn't it? The martial art you developed makes your body's abdominal cavity more easily modifiable, a mutually reinforcing relationship."

"This reminds me of ancient, lower-tier martial arts, like the Five Poisons Hand, where poisons were used to aid practice. The poisons and the corresponding martial art were indispensable... You are machinery and corresponding martial art."

"You?!" Gilchris looked at the softly laughing, domineering man, his face trembling with fear.

It was as if his entire structure had been seen through, as if the depths of his soul were completely exposed, laid bare before this man.

"You, you, what are you?"

Gilchris's face was filled with utter dismay.

"Oh, you mean these clothes? They won't rip. This is Quantum Martial Arts... clothing formed from one of my quantum true bodies."

The Emperor shook his head. "But I have to say, in an era where laws cannot be distorted, and without the aid of bloodlines that can distort laws, cultivating Quantum Martial Arts is more than a hundred million times harder than before... Being able to condense it into clothing is already quite good."

Quantum Martial Arts, quantum entanglement, still operate under the rules of the universe.

But forming a quantum battle body is simply too difficult.

Without bloodline rules to help with distortion, relying purely on self-cultivation, it is truly one of the most difficult martial arts of all time under the constraints of cosmic rules.

"Quantum? Entanglement?" Gilchris cried out. "Quantum physics where, without electromagnetism, without energy, without signals, things can still be connected as if they were isolated islands in distant space-times?"

"Yes, physics—the principles of matter. Everything is bound by matter. Eighth-tier muscle-bound divine beings cultivate macroscopic classical mechanics. Ninth-tier martial arts begin to cultivate microscopic quantum mechanics. What's wrong with that?"

"Back then, the so-called 'Rehe Force' publicized by Renard, the first man on the surface, was merely using internal molecular cohesion for microscopic fusion and fission... Essentially, it's the same application."

The Emperor approached step by step, radiating an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"Eighth-tier martial arts beings perfectly coordinate every muscle and bone... Ninth-tier flesh-and-blood martial arts beings can utilize every particle of their bodies."

"Don't underestimate the rules within cosmic regulations; their application under mature and perfect rules might be even more powerful than the incomplete era of old, where rules could be distorted!"

"Through years of cultivation, I've gradually come to understand that the power of an era does not wane; it only grows stronger with development."

The Emperor extended his hand, and a quantum nebula swirled in his palm. "As the universe matures, its material laws become increasingly stable, and microscopic quantum studies... have revealed unimaginably wondrous changes."

The Emperor said faintly, "However, this path is too difficult. One can barely manage to condense it into clothing, covering the body. A human form would be utterly exaggerated... You must understand that even a single finger is composed of hundreds of billions of basic quanta. The data volume can be calculated in trillions of terabytes. Being able to create a simple clothing structure now is already quite good."

"More intricate structures are too difficult. Mental power is hard to control. It's hard to smooth out quantum foam and achieve absolute quantum precision."

"You, what on earth are you talking about?" Gilchris's voice was hoarse; he felt this was a terrifying and unprecedented new field, both trembling and exciting.

What kind of monster is this person?! What kind of fiend?!

Uncontrollable fear surged in his heart. The Ninth-Tier martial arts era had only emerged and developed for a mere twenty-odd years, yet the other party had researched the Ninth-Tier realm so thoroughly?

This is why I said you were a second-tier talent.

Meanwhile, Zhi Ji's lips curved into a slight smile. This was a first-rate genius, just like they had been back then.

"What will happen to me?" Gilchris trembled all over. As he looked at the robust man, a mortal fear enveloped his heart.

"Do you want to learn?"

The Emperor stood up. With one hand, he grabbed the hair of the thoroughly beaten, bruised, and limply soft Gilchris. He lifted him high above his head, locking eyes with him. "If you want to learn, I can teach you, my Lord Gilchris? Chairman of the Milcy Medical Institution?"