Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt

Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The martial artists standing around the Grudge Stage had their hair whipped into disarray by the incoming blast of air, their exposed faces filled with horror.

Elder Wei's punch was terrifying!

Even a massive boulder placed on the stage would have been smashed to pieces!

At that moment, they all secretly concluded that if the Iron Bone Sect's leader took such an explosive punch, he would surely be more dead than alive!

Some even looked beneath the stage, searching for the corpse that should have been sent flying.

Hmm?

No one?

Could it be that Sect Leader Jun had not been sent flying, but had died directly on the stage?

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Everyone turned in unison and looked toward the Grudge Stage.

Sure enough.

They immediately caught sight of Jun Changxiao, but their mouths slowly fell open, disbelief flickering in their eyes.

"This..."

Li Qingyang's expression was equally blank.

What could they have seen to produce such exaggerated expressions?

They saw Jun Changxiao standing on the stage without having moved an inch. His exposed palms, neck, and even his entire face had turned bronze-yellow, as though he were a bronze statue cast from a mold!

"Why has his skin color changed?"

"Could this be a Martial Technique?"

"I've never heard of a Martial Technique that changes one's skin color!"

That was not the important part.

The important part was that Elder Wei stood before him, his right fist pressed tightly against Jun Changxiao's chest. He had clearly struck him squarely!

A force capable of shattering several thousand catties of mountain rock had hit his body. Why had he not budged in the slightest? Why did he still wear that same unconcerned smile as before?

The martial artists from every sect were dumbfounded.

They had imagined Jun Changxiao being sent flying or blasted to death. Yet they had never imagined him taking the punch head-on and standing firm as a rock!

Wei Yinu had not expected it either. The force of his rage had struck Jun Changxiao's body, yet it had not even forced him back a single step!

"You..."

Still maintaining his punching posture, he cried out in shock, "...what Martial Technique is this?!"

Jun Changxiao said blandly, "Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt."

"Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt?"

"What kind of Martial Technique is that? Why have I never heard of it?"

"The name is a little strange. It probably isn't a Martial Technique from Qingyang County!"

It was not merely absent from Qingyang County. There was no such Martial Technique on the entire Starfall Continent, because it was a type of Kung Fu from Huaxia on Earth.

Could Jun Changxiao have once practiced martial arts?

Like hell he had!

Back on Earth, he had been nothing more than an ordinary person. Forget understanding Kung Fu—he had lacked exercise all year round and would be tired as a dog after running a few laps around a track!

Then this Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt...

"Close call, close call!"

Jun Changxiao stood calmly, secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, I had the Talisman of Durability. Otherwise, even if I didn't die, I would have been seriously injured!

It turned out that when Wei Yinu's punch came flying in, he had promptly crushed the Talisman of Durability from the Novice Gift Pack.

The instant he crushed it, Jun Changxiao's skin color changed and his muscles hardened, becoming like walls of bronze and iron!

At the time, he had been gambling—gambling that since a pill worth 1 Contribution Point had such heaven-defying effects, the Talisman from the Novice Gift Pack could not possibly be weak!

He had won the gamble.

The Talisman of Durability was strong—absurdly strong!

"I say."

Jun Changxiao said blandly, "Did you skip a meal? Your punch is so soft and weak."

The Talisman of Durability lasted sixty minutes. Jun Changxiao intended to make full use of the remaining fifty-nine minutes and thirty seconds to show off properly!

"Damn it!"

With rage soaring to the heavens, Wei Yinu retreated dozens of steps to the edge of the stage before suddenly charging forward!

Whoosh!

His right fist swung out once more, carrying a visible wave of air!

"Here it comes again!"

"It's stronger than before!"

"Sect Leader Jun isn't moving. Is he going to take it head-on again?!"

"Is he really that confident?!"

Boom—

Wei Yinu's heavy iron fist slammed directly into Jun Changxiao's abdomen, sending out faint ripples of energy.

And the result?

Sect Leader Jun still stood where he was, completely unmoving!

A smile rose at the corner of his lips as he said, "Elder Wei, put some strength into it. If you keep fighting like this, you'll only be wasting my time!"

"Argh!"

Wei Yinu was nearly driven mad.

He no longer bothered to gather momentum or accelerate, simply swinging his fists at Jun Changxiao.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In a short time, Jun Changxiao's chest, abdomen, and shoulders were struck several times. Yet he remained standing in place, an indifferent smile always hanging from the corner of his lips.

At that moment, the scene presented before the martial artists of every sect was one where Sect Leader Jun stood like a wooden post, allowing Elder Wei to strike him again and again!

A wooden post?

When that thing took a heavy blow, it would at least react a little!

But Jun Changxiao? No matter how relentlessly Wei Yinu struck him, he remained as steady as a boulder.

He was not a wooden post.

He was a wall of bronze and iron!

"Terrifying!"

"What an incredibly powerful Defensive Martial Technique!"

"Diamond Shield Iron Cloth Shirt! If I ever encounter it in the future, no matter how much it costs, I must buy it!"

Everyone yearned for the Martial Technique Jun Changxiao had casually named.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian both heaved sighs of relief. No wonder their sect leader had dared accept the challenge from the Spirit Spring Sect elder—he had cultivated such a powerful defensive Martial Technique!

Boom!

Boom!

Wei Yinu threw several dozen more punches before finally stopping, panting heavily.

Such unrestrained attacks consumed Spirit Power the fastest.

"What?"

Jun Changxiao said disdainfully, "Tired already?"

"Y-you damned brat..." Wei Yinu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

Jun Changxiao said blandly, "If you lack the strength, don't challenge me. Otherwise, you will only make a fool of yourself before everyone."

Wei Yinu's teeth trembled with rage. Suddenly, he withdrew his fists and took several steps back, covering his face with one hand as he burst into laughter.

"What's wrong?"

"Elder Wei hasn't been angered into madness, has he?"

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Suddenly, Wei Yinu stopped laughing. His face twisted viciously as he said, "Brat, being able to force me to use my trump card means you should feel honored even if you die."

Jun Changxiao said, "A trump card?"

Whoosh!

Wei Yinu spread his feet apart, bent slightly, and drew both hands before his abdomen, assuming a stance similar to a horse stance.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two balls of energy appeared strangely and gathered between his palms, beginning to continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them!

Damn!

Seeing this, Jun Changxiao thought, Don't tell me it's Turtle Style Qigong?

Li Qingyang said gravely, "This is the Sacred Spring Sect's exclusive Martial Technique, called the Brilliant Myriad-Force Radiant Gold-Stone Fist!"

Jun Changxiao nearly fell to the ground.

It was just a Martial Technique, yet it had such a long name. That was truly fucking talent!

And my second disciple managed to say it all in one breath without pausing. He was an even greater talent!

Complaining aside.

A solemn expression appeared on Jun Changxiao's face. The power radiating from the two energy balls gathering spiritual energy was growing increasingly intense!

"This Radiant..."

Li Qingyang forgot the name of the Martial Technique and paused slightly before saying, "Something Myriad something Stone Fist seems to be a Mortal Grade Middle Stage Martial Technique."

Each grade of Martial Techniques and Cultivation Methods was further divided into three minor stages: initial stage, middle stage, and high stage.

Although the Nine Wave Sword Style was merely a low-grade initial-stage technique, if the ninth form was executed, its power could directly reach the Mortal Grade Initial Stage!

Since the Starfall Continent had such detailed classifications for Martial Techniques, it naturally meant that the higher the quality and stage, the more powerful the Martial Technique.

"No way!"

"A Mortal Grade Middle Stage Martial Technique?!"

"In Qingyang City, something like that is priceless even if you have the money!"

"As expected of a disciple from the Sacred Spring Sect. He actually cultivated such a powerful Martial Technique!"

Amid the envious cries of the crowd, Wei Yinu had already charged up that whatever-whatever fist to its limit. The two energy balls flashed with dazzling light!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A violent wind suddenly rose on the Grudge Stage!

"My heavens!"

"What a powerful aura!"

"Is this a Mortal Grade Middle Stage Martial Technique?!"

The martial artists of every sect held their breath, their eyes filled with horror.

"Brat!"

Wei Yinu roared, "Die..."

Jun Changxiao took out a wooden comb and tidied his disheveled hair. "The wind has messed up my hairstyle. How annoying."

Thud!

Every martial artist present collapsed.

Elder Wei had revealed his trump card and created a howling gale. Rather than caring about his own safety, Jun Changxiao was worried about his hairstyle!!