Chu Heshan's fist-to-flesh combat undoubtedly provided a visual feast for everyone.
His wide, sweeping punches and fearless demeanor were deeply etched into everyone's minds.
"This child possesses an invincible aura," an elder from a sect exclaimed.
"Body cultivators have faded from the stage in recent years. If nothing unexpected happens, Chu Heshan should be able to carry the future of body cultivation," an elder offered a fair assessment.
"Hua Xia Sect..."
The Limitless Sect Master, who had remained silent, finally turned his gaze towards Chu Huaian, his eyes flickering.
The battle continued.
Chu Heshan carved a bloody path through the hordes of corpses, heading straight for Mao Jiu.
"You're not the only one who practices body techniques!" Mao Jiu sneered.
"Yin Sha enters the bones, making the hundred bones like bronze."
"Resentful fire burns the heart, and the corpse veins naturally connect."
"Yellow Springs tempers the body, with the earth's veins as the furnace."
"Unafraid of weapons, never falling into the Nine Netherworld."
Mao Jiu roared to the sky, and all the surrounding Yin energy poured into his mouth. A red moon suddenly appeared behind him.
Bang! His clothes tore, revealing green skin, with meridians covering his body and blood writhing beneath.
Two sharp fangs were exposed to the air, and corpse qi continuously gushed from his mouth, quickly filling the area around him.
"To achieve enlightenment through corpses, with the physical body becoming a zombie—has this Mao Jiu cultivated to such a realm?" someone exclaimed in surprise.
Whoosh—
Mao Jiu's figure suddenly vanished from everyone's sight, reappearing above Chu Heshan's head.
Bang—
Their fists collided, like two planets crashing, unleashing terrifying shockwaves.
Bang, bang—
The entire arena was filled with their figures; the naked eye couldn't capture their movements, only muffled thuds were heard.
"Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Hand."
Chu Heshan's footwork suddenly shifted, allowing him to bypass Mao Jiu's attack and land a punch on his lower abdomen.
Mao Jiu took advantage of the momentum, flying up and delivering a fierce kick towards Chu Heshan's head.
Chu Heshan raised his hand to block.
Bang! The ground shattered.
Chu Heshan backhanded, grabbing his opponent's ankle and pulling hard.
Mao Jiu was dragged in front of Chu Heshan, but he showed no panic; the strength of his body filled him with confidence.
"Eight Extremities Fist, Iron Mountain Lean!"
Bang—
A powerful, heavy blow sent Mao Jiu flying.
Before he could land, Chu Heshan closed in again, raising his right fist high and smashing it down fiercely.
Bang—
The entire arena trembled.
This blow, if it were any other Golden Core Stage cultivator, would have exploded them. Yet, Mao Jiu only spat out a small amount of clotted blood, his foundation completely unharmed.
"What a powerful physical body!" the observing disciples exclaimed.
"Very hard, huh?" Chu Heshan's mouth curved into a sneer, and he bent his body slightly.
"Eight Gates Through Profundity, Breaking Limits and Defying Fate. Burning Soul and Incinerating Blood, Mortal Against Immortal!"
"First, Break the Profound Gate, Qi Pervades the Heavens!"
Boom! Red energy swirled around Chu Heshan, his Ren and Du meridians were unblocked, and the flow rate of spiritual energy within his body suddenly doubled.
"What kind of cultivation technique is this? What a terrifying aura!"
Everyone stared intently at the fierce beast in the arena.
"Second, Open the Spirit Gate, Purple Mansion Illuminates!"
Chu Heshan's aura surged again, and spiritual energy transformed into a ball of protective qi, surrounding him.
"Third, Turn the Life Gate, Qi and Blood Nirvana!"
Boom! Red energy shot up into the sky, piercing through the entire arena, and a crimson flame attached itself to Chu Heshan's body.
In his eyes, flames danced, and veins bulged.
He moved. No one saw his actions, only a surge of airflow.
Mao Jiu's expression changed; the fierce gust of wind made it impossible for him to open his eyes.
He knew that if he didn't fight with all his might now, he might die on the spot, so he no longer hesitated and burned his own origin.
"Earth Lung Yin Flame rises, burning the soul but not the body."
"Where one torch burns out, withered bones become red dust!"
"Nine Netherworld Corpse Fire!"
As Mao Jiu roared, the ground cracked, and a ball of blue flame erupted from the earth's veins, covering more than half of the arena.
In the blink of an eye, a skull composed of blue flames appeared before everyone's eyes.
Chu Heshan's divine soul shook violently, his soul feeling as if it would be swallowed by the blue flame.
"Fourth, Enter the Fiend Gate, Devour Stars and Slay Immortals!"
Stars filled the sky, and the fierce power of the Big Dipper poured into Chu Heshan's body.
"Can you block this punch?!"
Chu Heshan leaped high, his eyes bursting with endless killing intent, and the crimson flames burned fiercely.
As his fist struck, all the stellar illusions shattered.
Heaven and earth seemed to lose their brilliance at this moment; only Chu Heshan's figure manifested in the world.
Boom!!!
Heaven and earth rippled, the entire arena crumbled and shattered into countless pieces.
After a while, the blue flames gradually extinguished.
Everyone quickly looked towards the center of the arena, where a blurry figure stood.
Once the smoke cleared, everyone finally saw Mao Jiu's tragic state.
He knelt on the ground, half of his body already gone, his remaining left hand still in a defensive posture.
Thud! His corpse fell to the ground.
Silence. No one spoke.
【Southern Huaxia Sect's Chu Heshan advances.】
"Good, so strong!"
After a while, someone finally murmured softly.
"Holy crap! Uncle's punch was too freaking fierce!" Fang Yuan cried out, startling everyone awake.
"Watch your language, be civilized, thank you," Qin Hao rolled his eyes.
"I feel like if I went up against Uncle, I'd probably get blown up," Fang Yuan said with a solemn expression.
"Not probably, definitely! Unless you use the last strike of the Demon Flame Seven Absolute Blades, then you might have a tiny chance of winning," Qin Hao interjected again.
"No, Fang Yuan's chances of winning are zero," Li Taibai added from the side.
Hearing this, Fang Yuan expressed his dissatisfaction, yelling with a strained neck, "Why?"
"Because Chu Heshan hasn't reached his limit yet," Li Taibai said indifferently.
"Damn, a bunch of freaks!" Fang Yuan muttered under his breath.
If this isn't his limit, then what is?
One punch blowing up a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator?
Don't be ridiculous!
Meanwhile, the battle on the other side seemed a bit strange.
Sun Yiyi was actually made to cry by Lin Ting!
She was slumped on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Eh, why did she suddenly start crying?" Lin Ting was a bit flustered, squatting down in front of Sun Yiyi with his flying sword in hand.
"You bastard! Who fights by specifically hitting someone's butt? Wuwu... I can't even beat you... wuwu... Xian Ge isn't even as annoying as you are..."
Sun Yiyi wiped away her tears as she complained.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. Isn't it okay if I let you hit me once?" Lin Ting stood up helplessly, dropping his sword to the ground.
Hearing this, Sun Yiyi immediately stopped crying. "You said it! No dodging!"
"I won't dodge." To show his sincerity, Lin Ting even turned his back.
Sun Yiyi tentatively raised her iron hammer, and when she found that he truly had no intention of dodging, her face lit up with joy.
"Take this, my Big Iron Hammer!"
Suddenly, Lin Ting's figure vanished, and he kicked Sun Yiyi's butt.
Thud—
Sun Yiyi landed face down on the ground.
"Sorry, that was a subconscious reaction. How about you try again?"
Lin Ting had an apologetic look on his face as he leaped in front of Sun Yiyi.
Sun Yiyi's eyes were a bit dazed. She looked at Lin Ting in front of her and suddenly burst into loud sobs.
"Wuwu... I'm not playing with you anymore... I'm going to find Xian Ge... and tell him you bullied me..."
"Don't go, let's play a bit longer," Lin Ting said with a grin, grabbing Sun Yiyi's arm, a slight curve on his lips.
He felt this girl was truly too interesting.
"Wuwu... Let go... I'm going to find Xian Ge..." Sun Yiyi shook off Lin Ting's hand, wiping away tears as she walked towards Chu Huaian.
"Come on, this time I really won't dodge. Trust me one more time!"
Lin Ting flashed in front of Sun Yiyi, firmly fixing his body with spiritual energy.
Sun Yiyi lowered her arms, looking at him with teary eyes, and said aggrievedly, "You won't trick me again, right?"
"Absolutely not, I swear!" Lin Ting nodded vigorously.
Sun Yiyi blinked twice, then carefully walked behind Lin Ting, reaching out and lightly patting his butt twice.
Seeing that he was unmoved, Sun Yiyi's mouth curved into a sneer, and she aimed a hammer blow directly at Lin Ting's butt.
Smack—
A crisp sound rang out.
Sun Yiyi stumbled, covering her butt as she turned around in disbelief.
She saw Lin Ting holding his flying sword, winking at her.
"Wuwu... I'm not playing anymore! You're a bully!"
Sun Yiyi threw away the weapon in her hand, her eyes red as she ran out of the arena.
【Southern Ziwei Sect's Lin Ting advances.】
