Lu Jun's Disciples

Around them, countless disciples were discussing among themselves.

"Senior Brother Sun Kun is too strong! He can just stand there and let people hit him, and they still can't move him!"

"His Earth Spirit Bloodline's defense is simply monstrous!"

"I heard he can withstand Senior Brother Zhu Talan's full-force punch?"

"That's right! The last time they sparred, Senior Brother Zhu Talan used his full strength and still couldn't break through his defense!"

"Then who can beat him?"

"There's no helping it. At the Dou Wang realm, Senior Brother Sun Kun is the toughest turtle shell there is!"

"Still, his offensive power is average. As long as you don't get hit by him, you'll be fine."

"You're thinking too simply. Although his offensive power isn't as strong as Zhu Talan's, it's still enough to instantly defeat ordinary Dou Wangs. Look at that disciple just now—one punch sent him flying!"

Amid the discussions, Sun Kun had already begun his next battle.

He still stood there and let his opponent attack.

Once the opponent grew tired, he sent him flying with a single punch.

Simple, brutal, effective.

Over three days, not a single person had been able to break through his defense.

On the other side of the Martial Arts Arena.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

A short man was fighting someone.

He was less than one and a half meters tall, but lightning surrounded his body, crackling incessantly.

It was Lei Dong.

Thunder Spirit Bloodline, peak Dou Wang.

Standing opposite him was a disciple at the middle stage of the Dou Wang realm.

The disciple looked at him, his eyes full of gravity.

"Senior Brother Lei... Lei Dong, please guide me."

Lei Dong nodded.

"Come."

The disciple took a deep breath. Battle Qi surged around him as he turned into a