"Ultimate Fist!!!" The astonishment in Cassius's eyes flickered briefly. 0

Feng Liusi had discussed the existence beyond combat artists on that stormy night in the Loka Mountains. These individuals had pushed their Covert Martial Arts to the extreme, achieved perfect control over their bodies, and refined their Qi to a transcendent level. They had subtly transcended the constraints of fist techniques and reached a realm of profound mystery.0

They had solidified Qi, wielded overwhelming dominance, and achieved transcendence. Usually, only a few emerged in a century; in eras when Covert Martial Arts declined, there might not even be one for several centuries.0

The mummy before him was unmistakably an Ultimate Fist practitioner!0

An Ultimate Fist practitioner concealed their Qi, focusing on combat moves and fist techniques to exclusion as they pursued the pinnacle of precise lethal force in every minute detail. Reaching the utmost limit defined one as an Ultimate Fist practitioner.0

Cassius took a deep breath and entered his strongest combat state without hesitation. His hands slammed together, and exaggerated muscles bulged inch by inch, like layers of stacked armor.0

The muscles on his back resembled intertwined steel cables, contracting and relaxing with his arm movements. They exuded an unimaginable sense of strength and flexibility. His Qi surged turbulently, continuously emanating from his pores, like clouds of steam billowing behind...0