"Interesting?"
The look of surprise and Jian Wuwei's face quickly faded, replaced by a cold anger at being provoked by an ant, and a deeper level of greed.
For Grandmaster like him to be met with such a rudimentary punch by a Xiantian youth using only the most basic techniques is an utter disgrace!
But more than anything, there's a longing for the "secret" about Zhang Yu.
The Cultivation Method or treasure that allows him to fight against an enemy across such a vast realm must be earth-shattering!
"You little bastard, I'll see how long you can hold out."
Jian Wuwei held back; the "Autumn Water Sword" in his hand emitted a clear and melodious Sword Cry, and the sword light rose again.
This time, it was no longer a casual flick of the sword; the Sword Force became continuous, like the vast Autumn Water sky, sweeping in from all directions.
He initially used only 70% of his strength, but seeing that Zhang Yu was still responding with the Mountain Splitting Fist, and although he seemed to be struggling a bit, his footwork remained steady, so he gradually increased his strength.
Eighty percent, ninety percent... The sword light grew brighter and brighter, the Sword Qi became more and more fierce, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Deep sword marks began to appear on the hard walls and Black Iron bars of the Heavenly Prison.
Zhang Yu, on the other hand, remained steadfast in his approach, sticking to the same crude and unchanging style of Mountain Splitting Fist.
But at this moment, no one dared to underestimate this set of boxing techniques.
Zhang Yu's internal True Qi was pushed to its limit. The golden-red, blazing internal True Qi intertwined with his boundless Qi and Blood and qi, making each of his punches as heavy as a thousand pounds and as scorching as the sun.
Although there was a difference in their cultivation levels, Zhang Yu was in no way inferior in terms of the quality of his power.
What's even more terrifying is his Physical Body, which is incredibly strong.
Occasionally, the aftershocks of Sword Qi energy would break through the force of a fist and strike him, only managing to tear his clothes and leave a shallow white mark on his skin, barely enough to draw blood.
This terrifying defensive power sent chills down the spines of all the spectators.
"You old bastard!"
"You little bastard, I'll beat you into a dog bastard today!"
A prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat. After adapting to Jian Wuwei's rhythm and power, Zhang Yu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he launched his first offensive.
With a swift movement, he actually withstood several scattered Sword Qi and charged towards Jian Wuwei like Savage Wilderness beast. His fists, elbows, knees, and shoulders—his entire body—became weapons as he unleashed a fierce, storm-like close-quarters attack.
"Arrogant!"
Jian Wuwei furious. When had he, a Grandmaster, ever been attacked at such close range?
Moreover, the other party is a junior with Xiantian talent.
He refused to be outdone, displaying a wide and sweeping Swordsmanship.
However, Zhang Yu possessed an incredibly strong Physical Body and relied on his astonishing defense. Sometimes, he would even risk injury to exchange for injury, enduring a sword strike to unleash Jian Wuwei containing terrifying power towards Jian Wuwei's vital points.
The two fought faster and more fiercely.
Jian Wuwei's Sword Qi surged forth like a cascading Milky Way, chilling to the bone;
Zhang Yu's fist was explosive, like the sun soaring in the sky, scorching the heavens and boiling the sea.
Two completely different yet equally violent forces collided, annihilated, and erupted in a frenzy.
The blinding light and deafening roar almost merged into one, and the violent energy spread outwards in waves like tangible tides.
The once incredibly hard ground of the Heavenly Prison was now as if it had been plowed, with gravel flying everywhere and ravines crisscrossing the area.
The Black Iron fence was twisted and torn, and the walls were covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
The oppressive wind forced the spectators to retreat again and again, with only Xiao Xuan and Huichen managing to maintain their balance.
The others, such as Qin Xuehua, Zhang Heng, Zhang Wanning, and the injured experts from the Imperial Family, had already been forced into a corner, desperately trying to defend themselves, their faces filled with horror.
How could a Xiantian fight a renowned Grandmaster to this extent?
Moreover, judging from the situation, it seems difficult to determine a winner in the short term?
This has completely overturned their understanding of the realm of Martial Dao.
"Amitabha..."
Master Huichen, who had been observing the situation calmly, could no longer maintain his composure.
For the first time, a distinct look of solemnity and disbelief appeared in his compassionate eyes as he murmured to himself:
"The True Qi is condensed to the point of being substantial, intense and domineering, and of such high quality that I have never seen anything like it in my entire life."
His Physical Body has been tempered to the point of being comparable to a Buddhist Vajra, Qi and Blood are like a dragon... Just who is this child?
Truly... a monster has descended upon the world.
His vigilance reached its peak.
The potential and Combat Power that Zhang Yu has shown can no longer be described as "genius"; he is simply a monster.
If we let him grow up...
Just as Master Huichen's mind was momentarily distracted by Zhang Yu's awe—
"Bald monk, now is not the time to be distracted."
A loud shout rang out like a thunderclap.
Xiao Xuan, who had been locked in a standoff with Huichen's aura, searching for a weakness, suddenly seized this fleeting opportunity as his eyes flashed with brilliance.
"Dragon Emperor Breaks the Army - Fist Overturns the World!"
Xiao Xuan's hair and beard stood on end, and his body shone with dazzling Golden Light. A clear golden dragon-shaped phantom coiled around his arm, emitting a deafening dragon roar.
A powerful and domineering punch was thrown madly at Huichen.
Having missed the initiative, Huichen could only deal with the situation in a sorry state.
Meanwhile, the battle between Zhang Yu and Jian Wuwei had also reached a fever pitch.
Jian Wuwei, and he was even forced to make a mess of things by Zhang Yu's reckless fighting style. His shame and anger had reached their peak.
"You little bastard, die!"
Autumn Water Without a Trace, Sword Breaks Mountains and Rivers.
Jian Wuwei unleashed his most powerful and secret Supreme Lore.
The Autumn Water Sword in his hand shone brightly, as if it had transformed into a vast, horizontal ribbon of Autumn Water that stretched across the heavens and earth, carrying a terrifying Sword Intent that Sever Mountains and Rivers and extinguish life, as it slashed down furiously!
"Oh no, that's Jian Wuwei's signature move."
Although Xiao Xuan was engaged in a fierce battle with Huichen, he was also paying attention to this side, and his heart sank when he saw this.
The power of that sword strike made even him feel a chill.
Zhang Yu was, after all, only at the Xiantian. No matter how strong his Physical Body or how abundant his True Qi, if he were to directly withstand such a deadly sword strike, he would likely...
Zhang Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood on end. The shadow of death had never been so clear.
He could sense that the power of this sword strike far surpassed any previous attack; the Sword Intent contained within had firmly locked onto his aura, leaving him with no way to dodge.
He possessed unparalleled internal True Qi and an incredibly resilient Physical Body, but lacked the corresponding advanced martial arts skills to fully unleash its power.
Relying solely on crude Mountain Splitting Fist and brute force to withstand this sword strike would likely result in severe injury or even death.
"Don't try to take it head-on."
In a flash, the thought crossed Zhang Yu's mind.
At this critical moment, a powerful and refined Soul Power, far stronger than that of Martial Artists of the same level, suddenly rippled out from the depths of Zhang Yu 'Sea of Consciousness, spreading out in a strange way.
This was not a deliberate attack, but rather an instinctive perception under intense mental concentration.
Within the area covered by the Soul Power, the entire world seemed to slow down.
The Sword Breaks Mountains and Rivers, became clearly discernible in Zhang Yu's eyes. Its trajectory, the nodes of its power operation, and the points where its Sword Qi was at its strongest and weakest became clear, and even... full of flaws.
The Soul Power is a power that touches upon a higher level; it is the foundation of the immortal path.
It is used to peer into the Martial Dao of the mortal world, even the martial arts of Great Grandmasters, as if looking down from a high place and seeing through everything clearly.
"So... the flaw was here."