A Human-Shaped Fierce Beast!

The examiner's hand froze in midair, trembling slightly.

Looking at Sun Yu holding the One Hundred Thousand Jin iron anchor aloft with one hand, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"Bang!"

Gritting his teeth, the examiner drove his Internal Breath to its limit and slammed his palm viciously into Sun Yu's chest.

An incomparably fierce rebounding force instantly surged back along the examiner's arm.

"Crack!"

The examiner's wrist bone snapped with a crisp sound. Thrown back by the recoil, he staggered five steps before landing on his backside.

Sun Yu did not budge an inch.

Ten breaths passed.

Sun Yu loosened his five fingers.

"Boom!"

The One Hundred Thousand Jin Sea-Suppressing Iron Anchor crashed onto the bluestone slabs, making the ground quake violently once more and smashing out a deep crater.

"First... first class!" The examiner clutched his dislocated wrist and shouted hoarsely.

The entire venue fell silent.

Sun Yu lowered his hand, tucked it into his sleeve, then turned and returned to the corner of the crowd.

An hour later.

The first round, the bone and blood test, came to an end. Of the hundred or so martial artists, nearly half had been eliminated.

The bluestone at the center of the square was swiftly cleared away, and a colossal Black Stone Arena, thirty zhang long and thirty zhang wide, was erected.

The Prefecture Examiner stepped onto the arena, his gaze sweeping across the several dozen remaining prodigies.

"The second round: arena combat."

"In martial combat, only victory and defeat matter. Any means are permitted. Life and death are no concern!"

"Those whose names are called, come up."

The wooden plaques were flipped.

"First match: Lin Jianxing of Longwind City versus Rogue Cultivator Sun Yu!"

The moment the announcement fell, a commotion erupted from the crowd.

"Lin Jianxing! The foremost expert among Longwind City's younger generation!"

"He's one of the favorites to take the crown! Rumor has it he broke through to the middle stage of the Viscera Refining Realm just last month, and his Profound Light Sword Art is swift as lightning."

"That Sun Yu... he's the monster who lifted the iron anchor just now!"

"Lifting heavy objects is one thing; actual combat is another. Dead things don't move, but Lin Jianxing's sword kills!"

Below the arena.

Lin Feiyang, who had been sprawled on the ground moments ago, suddenly leaped to his feet, his face flushed red as if he had seized a lifeline.

"Big Brother! Kill him! That bastard is nothing but a country bumpkin with brute strength! Kill him and vent my anger!" Lin Feiyang howled hysterically.

The crowd parted.

A young man in an embroidered white robe, a longsword hanging at his waist, slowly stepped out.

Lin Jianxing.

He was handsome, with exceptionally sharp eyes. With a light tap of his toe against the ground, he soared up like a great bird and landed steadily atop the three-zhang-high Black Stone Arena.

His robes fluttered, making for a striking sight.

Quite a few young ladies from prominent families below cried out in admiration.

Sun Yu did not leap.

He took the stone steps along the side of the arena, climbing one step at a time, unhurried and unhurried.

Coarse hemp clothes, an old bamboo hat, and straw sandals caked in mud.

The two stopped ten steps apart.

Lin Jianxing gripped the scabbard with his left hand, his right resting on the hilt.

He looked Sun Yu up and down, the corners of his mouth curling into undisguised contempt.

"My younger brother has been spoiled by the family since childhood. He is timid. It was his fault for being frightened by a crude martial man like you."

Lin Jianxing spoke loftily, as though reprimanding a servant.

"You were born with divine strength and can lift a One Hundred Thousand Jin iron anchor. That truly surprised me. But the path of martial arts is not hauling loads at the docks. You are too slow, riddled with openings. When my sword slices open your throat, you will not even have time to react."

Lin Jianxing slowly drew his longsword.

"Clang!"

The refined steel blade gleamed with a cold, chilling light beneath the sun.

"Get on your knees and break both your arms. I'll spare your dog life."

Sun Yu stood where he was.

His hands remained tucked inside his sleeves.

As he looked at Lin Jianxing's supremely confident expression, not a trace of emotion stirred in his eyes.

There was only pure indifference.

"Finished?" Sun Yu asked flatly.

"You're courting death!"

A chill flashed through Lin Jianxing's eyes.

The vitality and blood of the mid-stage Viscera Refining Realm erupted with a bang.

He wasted no more words, driving hard off the ground.

Whoosh!

Profound Light Sword Art!

Lin Jianxing's figure instantly split into three afterimages, attacking Sun Yu from three directions at once.

The sword tips quivered violently, tearing through the air.

More than a dozen sharp Sword Qi shot free, like a dense rain of arrows, streaking straight for Sun Yu's eyes, throat, heart, and other fatal points.

Gorgeous, swift, and brimming with killing intent.

The geniuses below the arena changed expression one after another.

"What a fast sword! Who could block Sword Qi like that?"

"Why isn't Sun Yu dodging?"

On the arena.

Sun Yu did not even try to evade.

He stood still, not even blinking.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A rapid series of metallic explosions burst across Sun Yu's body.

The sharp Sword Qi slashed viciously against his coarse hemp clothes, instantly shredding them into countless scraps that fluttered in every direction like butterflies.

Beneath the scraps.

Sun Yu's solid, well-proportioned upper body was revealed.

His skin and flesh were like white jade rendered from mutton fat, yet the instant the Sword Qi touched them, an incomparably deep Dark Gold luster surfaced!

Supreme Dao Divine Ability, Cold Iron Demonic Body!

The Sword Qi, powerful enough to split boulders, struck Sun Yu's Dark Gold skin and shattered directly into a skyful of motes of light!

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Not even the faintest white mark was left behind.

"What?!"

Lin Jianxing's figure came to an abrupt halt three steps before Sun Yu.

His eyes widened as he stared at Sun Yu's completely unscathed body, tempestuous waves surging through his heart.

How was this possible?!

With his Profound Light Sword Art and the Internal Breath of the mid-stage Viscera Refining Realm, he could cleave even a block of raw iron in two!

"All flash, no substance."

Sun Yu did not raise the arms hanging at his sides.

Instead, the muscles in his legs suddenly tightened.

The Yin Yang Qi Vortex in his Dantian spun madly, while his boundless vitality and blood, like floodwaters bursting through a broken dike, were instantly compressed through the great tendons and into the bones of his legs.

The muscles of his thighs visibly swelled by a full circle, Dark Gold patterns racing wildly beneath his skin.

Sun Yu raised his right foot.

Then he stomped viciously onto the Black Stone Arena beneath him.

BOOM!!!

A deafening explosion rang out.

The entire arena, built from hard black stone, seemed to have been struck by a meteorite.

With Sun Yu's right foot at its center.

The Black Stone Floor within a radius of thirty feet instantly collapsed and shattered!

Countless chunks of stone shot wildly in every direction as though blasted apart by gunpowder!

Borrowing the terrifying recoil force of crushing the ground beneath his feet.

Sun Yu vanished from where he stood!

There was no afterimage.

Only the pure sonic boom of breaking through the Sound Barrier!

"Bang!"

The air was forcibly blasted aside in a visible ring of white shockwave.

Lin Jianxing did not even have time to think before Sun Yu vanished completely from his sight.

The next instant.

A violent wind pressure, like a solid iron wall, slammed viciously into Lin Jianxing's face.

It crushed his features out of shape and instantly stopped his breathing.

Without any warning, Sun Yu had appeared before him.

Less than half a foot separated them.

Sun Yu looked at Lin Jianxing's eyes, bulging from extreme terror.

Then slowly raised his right hand.

With his five fingers spread, he casually swung a backhanded slap.

"Smack!"

The slap landed squarely on the sword Lin Jianxing had instinctively raised to block.

"Kacha!"

That treasured sword, forged through countless refinements and mixed with Mysterious Iron, snapped into several pieces in an instant before Sun Yu's utterly tyrannical monstrous strength, as fragile as an ice pop!

The force of the slap did not diminish.

Carrying a terrifying, unstoppable force, it struck directly across Lin Jianxing's left cheek and neck.

"Bang!!!"

An exceedingly muffled sound of flesh bursting apart.

Lin Jianxing's head, along with half the left side of his body, exploded the instant it came into contact with Sun Yu's palm.

Bones shattered to powder, flesh crushed into pulp.

There was no scream.

A huge cloud of intensely scarlet blood mist burst open across the arena!

Chunks of flesh, fragments of organs, broken white bones, mixed with a rain of blood, sprayed wildly in a fan shape toward the area below the arena.

"Thud."

The small portion of Lin Jianxing's body that remained swayed twice before crashing heavily onto the rubble-strewn arena.

Blood instantly dyed the black stone red.

The entire venue fell silent.

A deathly silence.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.

The martial artists below stood with their mouths agape, as though their throats had been stuffed with sand, unable to make a sound.

Lin Feiyang, who had been shrieking hysterically only moments ago, was splattered across the face by half a broken sword and a spray of warm blood.

He stared blankly at the heap of mangled flesh on the arena.

His eyes rolled back.

A large patch of yellow liquid instantly seeped through his crotch, and he fainted stiff as a board.

Those young elites from prominent families, who had been so full of themselves and looked down on everyone else, were now all pale-faced, their legs trembling violently beyond their control.

An extreme aesthetic of violence.

One force subdues ten techniques.

Without a single flourish, he had smashed a mid-stage Viscera Refining Realm cultivator apart with one slap!

This utterly pure crushing of the fleshly body completely shattered all their pride and psychological defenses.

On the viewing platform.

"Kacha!"

This time, it was the Blood Saber Gate elder who had crushed the armrest of his chair with his bare hand.

The elders of several top sects all rose to their feet, staring fixedly at Sun Yu on the arena.

"He didn't use True Qi..." The Heavenly Sword Sect elder's voice was hoarse.

"Pure physical power! Just how hard are his bones to withstand that terrifying recoil?!"

"A Body Cultivator prospect like this... is truly rare!"

On the arena stage.

The blood mist scattered with the wind.

Sun Yu stood where he was.

With a casual flick, he shook off the trace of blood staining the back of his hand and withdrew his right fist.

Bare-chested, he revealed those evenly proportioned muscles that struck terror into the heart.

He did not look at the lump of mangled flesh on the ground.

Instead, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the trembling prodigies below the stage.

His eyes were cold, his tone calm.

"Next."

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