Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt

Chapter 19 Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The martial artists standing by the Grudge Stage had their hair whipped into a frenzy by the incoming shockwave, their faces revealing expressions of sheer terror.

Elder Wei's punch was terrifying!

Even if a massive, thick boulder were placed on the stage, it would have been pulverized!

At that moment, they all secretly judged that the Iron Bone Sect leader, having taken such an explosive punch, was surely in grave danger!

They even looked toward the area below the stage, searching for a corpse that should have been sent flying.

Hmm?

No one?

Could it be that Sect Leader Jun wasn't knocked away, but had died right there on the stage?

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The crowd turned their heads in unison to look back at the Grudge Stage.

Indeed.

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

"This..."

Li Qingyang's expression also went blank.

What could they have seen to elicit such exaggerated expressions?

They saw Jun Changxiao standing on the stage, not having moved an inch. His exposed palms, neck, and even his entire face had turned a bronze-yellow color, as if he had been cast into a bronze statue!

"Why has his skin color changed?"

"Is this a Martial Technique?"

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

That wasn't the point.

The point was that Elder Wei was standing right in front of him, his right fist pressed firmly against Jun Changxiao's chest; he had clearly landed the hit accurately!

With enough power to shatter thousands of pounds of mountain rock striking his body, why was he standing as still as a mountain? Why was he maintaining that same dismissive smile as before?

The martial artists from various sects were stunned.

They had imagined scenes of Jun Changxiao being sent flying or being blasted to death, but they had never imagined a scene where he would take a punch head-on and stand as steady as a rock!

Wei Yinu hadn't expected it either. He had gathered the power of his rage to strike him, yet he hadn't even forced him back a single step!

"You..."

He remained in his striking posture, exclaiming, "...what kind of Martial Technique is this!"

Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "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 bit strange; it shouldn't be a Martial Technique from our Qingyang County!"

It wasn't just Qingyang County; the entire Starfall Continent had no such Martial Technique, because it was a type of Kung Fu from Earth's China.

Could it be that Jun Changxiao was once a martial artist?

He was nothing of the sort!

On Earth, he was just an ordinary person. Forget knowing Kung Fu; he lacked exercise year-round, and running a few laps around a track would have left him exhausted like a dog!

Then, this Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt...

That was close, that was close!

Jun Changxiao stood calmly, secretly rejoicing, Luckily I had the Talisman of Durability, otherwise I would have been dead or at least severely injured!

As it turned out, when Wei Yinu came charging in, he had crushed the Talisman of Durability he received from the Novice Gift Pack just in time.

The moment it was crushed, Jun Changxiao's skin color changed, and his muscles became hard, just like a wall of bronze and iron!

At the time, he had been gambling—gambling that the medicine bought with 1 Contribution Point had heaven-defying effects, and that the talisman from the Novice Gift Pack certainly wouldn't be weak!

He had bet correctly.

The Talisman of Durability was strong, super strong!

"I say."

Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "Did you not eat today? Your punch is so weak and powerless."

The Talisman of Durability had a duration of 60 minutes, and Jun Changxiao intended to use the remaining 59 minutes and 30 seconds to put on a good show!

"Damn you!"

Wei Yinu retreated dozens of steps in a towering rage until he reached the edge of the stage, then suddenly lunged forward!

"Whoosh!"

He swung his right fist again, carrying a visible wave of air!

"He's coming again!"

"It's even stronger than last time!"

"Sect Leader Jun isn't moving at all. Is he planning to tank it again?!"

"Is he really that confident!"

"Boom--"

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

And the result?

The great Sect Leader Jun remained standing in place, not moving an inch!

He curled his lips into a smile and said, "Elder Wei, you really should put some effort into it. If you keep hitting like this, you're only wasting this seat's time!"

"Ahhh!"

Wei Yinu was going insane.

He didn't even bother to build up momentum or speed, simply throwing punches directly at him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In a short span of time, Jun Changxiao's chest, abdomen, and shoulders were struck several times, yet he remained standing in place, a dismissive smile hanging on his lips.

At that moment, the scene presented to the martial artists of various sects was that Sect Leader Jun was like a wooden stake, allowing Elder Wei to strike him again and again!

A wooden stake?

Even that thing would show some reaction when struck hard!

But Jun Changxiao? He allowed Wei Yinu to strike him incessantly, remaining as steady as a rock throughout.

He wasn't a wooden stake.

He was a wall of copper and iron!

"This is too terrifying!"

"What kind of formidable defensive Martial Technique is this!"

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

The crowd yearned for the Martial Technique Jun Changxiao had mentioned so casually.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder the sect leader dared to accept the challenge from the Spirit Spring Sect elder; it turned out he had cultivated such a powerful defensive Martial Technique!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Wei Yinu threw dozens more punches before finally stopping, panting for breath.

This kind of unrestrained attacking was the most draining on spiritual power.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Changxiao said disdainfully, "Are you tired from hitting?"

"You... you detestable brat..." Wei Yinu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

Jun Changxiao said indifferently, "If you don't have the strength, don't issue challenges in front of this seat. Otherwise, you'll only end up embarrassing yourself in public."

Wei Yinu was so angry his teeth were chattering. Suddenly, he retracted his fists, stepped back a few paces, and placed one hand over his face, letting out a "Hahaha" laugh.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Has Elder Wei been driven mad by anger?"

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Suddenly, Wei Yinu stopped laughing, his expression ferocious as he said, "Brat, to be able to force this old man to use his Trump Card, you should feel honored even if you die."

Jun Changxiao said, "A Trump Card?"

"Swish!"

Wei Yinu spread his feet, bent his knees slightly, and pulled his hands in front of his abdomen, assuming a stance similar to a horse stance.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Two clusters of energy appeared eerily, gathering between his palms and beginning to continuously absorb the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy!

"Holy crap!"

Jun Changxiao saw this and thought to himself, Could that be a Kamehameha?

Li Qingyang said with a solemn expression, "This is the Sacred Spring Sect's unique martial technique, known as the Brilliant Myriad-Force Radiant Gold-Stone Fist!"

Jun Changxiao nearly fell over on the spot.

It's just a martial technique, yet they gave it such a long name—what a bunch of geniuses!

And my second disciple, actually managing to say it all in one breath without pausing, he's a massive genius too!

Complaints aside.

A solemn look appeared on Jun Changxiao's face; after all, the two energy orbs gathering spiritual energy were emitting an increasingly intense power!

"This Radiant..."

Li Qingyang forgot the name of the technique, paused for a moment, and said, "Something Myriad something Stone Fist, it seems to be a Mortal Grade Middle Stage martial technique."

Every grade of martial technique and Cultivation Method is subdivided into three minor stages: Initial Stage, Middle Stage, and High Stage.

Although the Nine Wave Sword Style is only a Low-grade Initial Stage technique, if the ninth form is unleashed, its power level can reach the Mortal Grade Initial Stage!

Since the Starfall Continent has detailed classifications for martial techniques, it certainly represents quality; the higher the grade and stage, the more formidable the martial technique.

"No way!"

"A Mortal Grade Middle Stage martial technique?!"

"In Qingyang City, this is priceless!"

"As expected of a disciple who came from the Sacred Spring Sect, he actually cultivated such a powerful martial technique!"

Amidst the envious exclamations of the crowd, Wei Yinu had already charged his Radiant-something-something Fist to the limit, the two energy orbs flashing with dazzling light!

"Whoosh!"

A sudden gale erupted on the Grudge Stage!

"My god!"

"Such strong momentum!"

"Is this what a Mortal Grade Middle Stage martial technique is like!!"

Martial artists from various sects held their breath, their eyes filled with shock.

"Brat!"

Wei Yinu roared, "Go to hell..."

Jun Changxiao took out a wooden comb and began combing his messy hair, saying, "My hairstyle is all messed up from the wind, it's so annoying."

"Thud!"

The entire audience fell over.

Elder Wei had revealed his Trump Card, creating a howling gale, yet instead of worrying about his own safety, he was actually worried about his hair!!