"Seeking death!"
The Soul Douluo named Tie Xiong roared. His martial soul was precisely that pair of incomparably thick arms.
At that moment, those arms instantly swelled to more than three times their original size, muscles bulging and veins protruding like two battering rams cast from black iron. Wrapped in terrifying Soul Power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, they smashed down toward Gu Yuejin's head.
There was not the slightest flourish in this punch; it was the ultimate union of power and technique.
The Body Sect believed that overwhelming strength could defeat any technique. If this punch landed, even a Soul Douluo of the same rank would suffer broken bones and torn tendons if they dared to take it head-on.
Yet Gu Yuejin neither dodged nor retreated in the face of this devastating blow.
"Competing strength with me?"
"You're showing off before an expert."
Gu Yuejin stepped forward, sinking his qi into his dantian as his will instantly converged on his right fist.
There were no dazzling soul skill effects, only a deep, restrained dark gold radiance flowing over his knuckles, carrying a suffocating Aura.
Body Martial Soul—Black Iron Body, Golden Blood!
"Boom—!!!"
The two wildly disproportionate fists collided violently in midair.
An earth-shattering explosion rang out as a terrifying shockwave spread wildly outward from the two of them. Trees within a hundred meters were instantly snapped in half, while the ground caved in to form a massive crater.
"Ugh!"
The savage grin on Tie Xiong's face instantly froze, followed by a muffled groan.
He felt an irresistible force surge through his arm, as if a high-speed soul-guided train had slammed into him.
A piercing pain and numbness shot through the martial soul arms he was so proud of, and even his bones groaned under the unbearable strain.