"Hardly had he finished speaking when Wei Jun's aura suddenly changed!"
His previously calm aura instantly turned violent. He drew in a deep breath, and the qi and blood within his body began circulating frenziedly, producing a muffled rumble.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Wei Jun's muscles began to swell, and every joint in his body erupted with a chain of explosive pops!
This was the peak of the Jade Bone stage in the Hundred Refinements Realm—Muscle and Bone Unity, allowing him to unleash power beyond his own limits in an instant!
The spectators below the platform immediately felt an overwhelming pressure. It was the imposing might of a Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer martial artist unleashing his full strength, making even their breathing falter.
"Holy crap! Mad Wolf is going all out right from the start?"
"He's getting serious!"
"A Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer's burst state at least doubles his strength! Ghost Face is finished!"
Tang Xiaoman stood below the platform, his expression turning solemn. Wei Jun had sent him flying with a single punch just now, and Wei Jun had still been in his ordinary state. Yet now, Wei Jun had entered his burst state right from the start!
"Brother Qin..." Tang Xiaoman clenched his fists, cold sweat beading in his palms.
On the platform, Wei Jun rolled his neck and said in a deep voice:
"I watched all nine of your matches just now."
"Your swordsmanship is exquisite, your movements elusive, and your state of mind steady. To possess this kind of strength at the Hundred Refinements Fourth Layer is no small feat."
The corners of Wei Jun's lips lifted slightly, revealing a trace of fighting spirit. "So I'll use my full strength. This is my respect for you."
Qin Jue's gaze sank. He could clearly feel that Wei Jun at this moment was utterly different from before. That violent aura forced him to become fully alert.
"Be careful."
Wei Jun shouted in a low voice and stomped down hard. The bluestone slab split apart instantly, and his entire body shot toward Qin Jue!
"So fast!"
The spectators below widened their eyes. Wei Jun was faster than any opponent before him. His gray figure dragged out an afterimage across the platform, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Qin Jue!
"Steel Fist: Bone Shatter!"
Wei Jun let out a low growl and suddenly slammed out with his right fist!
A faint layer of qi and blood covered the surface of his fist. Wherever the fist's edge passed, the air compressed into visible ripples! If this punch landed solidly, forget flesh and blood—even a steel plate would be pierced through!
Qin Jue's pupils contracted.
Too fast!
This speed was even a fifth faster than that old man who had used twin hooks!
Moreover, the power behind this punch was as heavy as a mountain!
With no time to think, Startling Swan Flash: Floating Light erupted beneath Qin Jue's feet. His figure drifted backward half a step, narrowly avoiding the punch.
"Boom!"
The violent wind from the punch scraped Qin Jue's cheeks painfully!
That was close!
Qin Jue's heart tightened. If he had been even half a breath slower, that punch would have landed squarely on his face!
But Wei Jun's attack was not over yet!
"Steel Fist: Consecutive Strikes!"
Wei Jun's left fist followed close behind. His punches linked together like a storm, hammering toward Qin Jue!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Seven punches in succession, each as fast as lightning and as heavy as Mount Tai!
Qin Jue did not dare to take them head-on. He could only rely on Startling Swan Flash to dodge repeatedly, his figure flickering unpredictably across the platform as he narrowly evaded every punch.
But Wei Jun's attacks were simply too dense!
Qin Jue had only just dodged one punch when the next was already blasting toward his face!
"Damn it!"
Qin Jue gritted his teeth and raised the Cold Iron Sword horizontally before his chest, forcibly blocking the punch!
"Clang!"
A deafening crash rang out. Qin Jue was sent flying backward, both feet plowing two deep furrows across the platform. He retreated a full five zhang before barely managing to steady himself!
"Huff..."
Qin Jue drew in a deep breath, feeling the soreness and numbness spreading through his arm. His heart was secretly shaken.
What terrifying strength!
"As expected of the Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer..."
Qin Jue muttered under his breath, yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
This was a true opponent!
This was a true battle!
"Hahaha! Not bad! You're the first Hundred Refinements Fourth Layer fighter to take one of my punches without falling!"
Wei Jun laughed loudly and pounced forward again!
This time, he was even faster!
His entire body shifted and darted across the platform, every change in direction so swift it dazzled the eyes!
Qin Jue's gaze sharpened, and a flash of silver flickered deep within his pupils.
Myriad Forms Style: Mind Mirror—activate!
The world instantly slowed down.
Wei Jun's lightning-fast figure became clearly visible in Qin Jue's eyes. Every change in direction, every exertion of force, every twitch of every muscle—all were captured by him.
"Left!"
Qin Jue moved his feet and flickered toward the right, narrowly dodging a punch Wei Jun launched from the left!
"Behind!"
Qin Jue turned, swept the Cold Iron Sword backward, and precisely tapped the edge of the blade against the fist Wei Jun had sent from behind!
"Clang!"
Sparks flew in all directions, and Wei Jun's fist was knocked aside!
"Huh?"
A trace of astonishment flashed through Wei Jun's eyes. "You can keep up with my speed? Interesting!"
His attacks became even more violent!
Punch after punch linked together like a raging storm!
Qin Jue gritted his teeth and held on. Myriad Forms Style: Mind Mirror was fully unleashed, while Startling Swan Flash: Floating Light was driven to its limit. His figure flickered unpredictably across the platform, narrowly avoiding every punch!
But he could feel his qi and blood rapidly draining!
Mind Mirror consumed too much mental energy. The stabbing pain between his brows was growing stronger and stronger!
Startling Swan Flash also consumed a considerable amount of qi and blood. After nine consecutive battles, nearly half of his qi and blood had already been depleted!
He could not continue like this!
He had to find an opening and win with a single strike!
Qin Jue drew in a deep breath. The state of Myriad Forms Style: Mind Mirror sank even deeper, and his perception became sharper than ever before!
Every one of Wei Jun's attacks, every breath, every heartbeat—all were captured by him!
Finally, after Wei Jun launched his thirty-seventh consecutive punch, Qin Jue caught a fleeting opening!
Now!
"Tide Rising Sword Technique: Tide Surging Stance!"
Qin Jue shouted in a low voice. The Cold Iron Sword surged forth like a tide, its sword momentum flowing endlessly. One sword followed another, like rivers pouring into the sea, unstoppable!
Wei Jun's expression changed, and he crossed both fists before his chest to shield himself!
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Three swords in succession, each striking Wei Jun's crossed fists. Sparks flew everywhere!
Yet Wei Jun's fists were as immovable as if they had been cast from steel!
"Hahaha! With this little strength, you think you can break my Steel Fist?"
In the next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood!
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Three explosive crashes rang out in succession. Wei Jun's figure left three afterimages across the platform, and each afterimage carried terrifying fist force, blasting toward Qin Jue simultaneously from three different directions!
This was Wei Jun's signature technique—Triple Shadow Kill!
By using extreme speed and exquisite footwork, it created three afterimages in an instant, making it impossible for an opponent to determine where his true body was and leaving them able only to take the beating passively!
The spectators below widened their eyes.
"Triple Shadow Kill! Mad Wolf is getting serious!"
"That kid is dead! Even a Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer Peak expert wouldn't dare take this technique head-on!"
However—
At this moment, Qin Jue's breathing became incomparably steady.
The more dangerous the moment, the calmer one had to be.
He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them!
Silver light blazed deep within his pupils!
At this instant, Myriad Forms Style: Mind Mirror was driven to its extreme. Everything around him became incomparably clear.
In that instant, the three afterimages became crystal clear in his eyes. Which was the real body and which were phantoms—he could tell at a glance!
"There... on the left!"
Qin Jue stomped down, his figure flashing toward the left like a ghost.
At the same time, the Cold Iron Sword in his hand released a sharp hum!
Cicada Wing: Thousand Layers—Thousand Threads!
Layer upon layer of nearly imperceptible Sword Qi surfaced along the blade. It was the terrifying cutting force formed by more than a thousand streams of Sword Qi vibrating simultaneously!
"Swish!"
Sword light flashed, striking Wei Jun's fist squarely!
"Ding!"
A crisp metallic collision rang out. Wei Jun's fist crashed against the blade, scattering a string of sparks.
Wei Jun's expression changed. A burst of pain shot through his fist, making him grunt. When he looked down, he saw countless fine threads of blood covering his fist!
Those were the marks left by more than a thousand streams of Sword Qi cutting through it at once!
"What a strange sword technique!"
Wei Jun's heart sank. The Steel Fist martial technique he cultivated could make both his fists as hard as steel. Ordinary sword techniques could not injure them in the slightest.
But that sword strike just now...
He looked at the densely packed threads of blood across his fist's edge, and his expression grew solemn.
"If I weren't at the Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer, with hardened sinews and bones, and if I hadn't cultivated Steel Fist, that strike just now might have sliced my fist into minced meat!"
The spectators below erupted completely.
"Holy crap! Ghost Face actually wounded Mad Wolf!"
"What kind of sword technique was that? How come I've never seen it before?"
"Too strong! A Hundred Refinements Fourth Layer fighter wounded a Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer fighter—that's simply a miracle!"
In a corner of the crowd, Tang Xiaoman was so excited he nearly jumped into the air.
"Brother Qin is mighty!"
On the platform.
Wei Jun looked at Qin Jue, and the fighting spirit in his eyes grew increasingly intense.
"Not bad. Truly not bad. To wound me at the Hundred Refinements Fourth Layer—given enough time, you'll surely become a great talent."
He flexed his injured right fist and grinned. "But it ends here."
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