Body Tempering Seventh Level? Sent Flying with One Punch (Please Vote, Please Urge Updates)

On the Martial Combat Stage, Lei Li grew more alarmed with every exchange.

Every move he made was clearly immensely powerful, yet at the critical moment, Luo Heng always evaded by the narrowest margin.

It felt like throwing a full-force punch into cotton, so frustrating that it nearly made him cough blood.

"Impossible!"

A trace of savagery flashed through Lei Li's eyes as his Body Tempering Eighth Level Peak cultivation fully erupted!

Purple lightning-colored Primal Energy surged around him like flames, forming a hazy wave of air around his body.

"Spirit Snake Palm!"

Lei Li shouted lowly, curling his palms into strange arcs. His ten fingers flickered like a venomous snake shaking its head as they struck toward Luo Heng's vital points.

This was a Second Grade Martial Art that Lei Li had practiced for many years. Its moves were sinister and vicious, its angles tricky. Ordinary Body Tempering Seventh Level martial artists would struggle to withstand it.

Yet Luo Heng remained calm, as though he were playing a child's game. He pushed the Flowing Cloud and Soaring Goose Steps to the limit, his entire body drifting unpredictably like willow catkins in the wind.

No matter how cunning Lei Li's attacks were, Luo Heng always avoided them with the smallest possible movement.

"Damn it!"

Unable to land a hit after so long, Lei Li grew impatient, and his attacks became increasingly ferocious.

"Thunderstorm Strike!"

He suddenly changed moves and brazenly unleashed a Third-Grade Martial Skill!

His fists, elbows, fingers, legs—every part of his body became a weapon. His attacks fell as densely as raindrops, every strike carrying the force of Thunderbolt Strike.

The crowd beneath the stage watched in stunned silence. Had Lei Li truly become this strong?

"So this is Lei Li's true strength? He's too strong!"

"With an offensive like this, he could probably fight a Body Tempering Ninth Level martial artist on equal footing."

"Luo Heng has actually held on this long? That movement technique is absurd!"

Over on the Lei Clan's side, Lei Bao's brow was tightly furrowed. He sensed that something was wrong.

Luo Heng's movement technique was too strange. It looked as though he was constantly in danger, yet he always turned peril into safety, as if everything were under his control.

"Li'er, finish this quickly!" Lei Bao could not help sending a voice transmission. For some reason, he felt uneasy.

Hearing his father's voice transmission, a ruthless gleam flashed through Lei Li's eyes. He knew he could not drag this out any longer.

"Luo Heng, you forced my hand!"

Lei Li suddenly retreated three steps and opened the distance. He took a deep breath as the Primal Energy within him began circulating madly, all of it gathering in his right palm.

"Fourth-Grade Martial Skill—Rushing Thunder Light!"

With Lei Li's furious roar, a fluctuating sphere of light condensed in his right palm.

The sphere was purple-gold, with faint lightning flickering within it. It radiated a terrifying aura.

"It's Rushing Thunder Light! The Lei Clan's ultimate skill!"

"Lei Li actually mastered Rushing Thunder Light? That's a Fourth-Grade Martial Skill!"

"It's over. Luo Heng is finished. Even a Body Tempering Ninth Level martial artist might not be able to block this strike!"

Cries of alarm rose from below the stage.

Lin Zhentian's expression changed, and he prepared to step in and save him at any moment. This was his old friend's grandson; nothing could happen to him!

Luo Shan stood up in anxiety. If his grandson could no longer hold on, he would act immediately!

"Hang'er, concede!" Su Yi could not help shouting. She felt weak all over. I don't need you to be strong. I just need you to be safe...

Yet as Luo Heng looked at the sphere of Rushing Thunder Light in Lei Li's hand, a faint smile flashed through his eyes.

Finally, this moment had come.

The reason he had only defended without attacking was to give everyone the illusion that he was merely skilled in movement techniques and lacked offensive power.

At the same time, he had been secretly observing Lei Li's weaknesses.

And now, the opportunity had come!

Although Rushing Thunder Light was immensely powerful, it required a long charging time. Once unleashed, it would also leave a brief opening around Lei Li's body.

That opening was Luo Heng's chance.

"Die!"

Lei Li grinned viciously and hurled the Rushing Thunder Light in his hand at Luo Heng.

The sphere of light left his hand and rapidly expanded against the wind, transforming into a thick purple-gold beam that blasted toward Luo Heng with a destructive aura!

This strike had already surpassed the scope of the Body Tempering Eighth Level. It could even threaten a Body Tempering Ninth Level Peak martial artist!

Everyone believed Luo Heng was doomed.

Yet at that very instant, Luo Heng moved.

Rather than evade, he charged straight at the Rushing Thunder Light!

"What is he doing? Is he trying to die?"

"It's over. Luo Heng has gone mad!"

The crowd below erupted in alarm. None of them understood Luo Heng's actions, and all of them thought he was courting death!

But in the next moment, everyone's eyes widened.

Just as the Rushing Thunder Light was about to strike him, Luo Heng suddenly twisted his body and skimmed past the edge of the beam at an unbelievable angle!

At the same time, the Primal Energy within him erupted!

"Body Tempering Seventh Level?!"

Someone cried out in shock. Luo Heng had actually broken through at the brink of death!

In that instant, the intensity of Primal Energy Luo Heng displayed had clearly reached the Body Tempering Seventh Level!

"Breaking through in battle? How is that possible?"

"No wonder he dared to accept the challenge. He had already touched the threshold of the Body Tempering Seventh Level!"

A flicker of astonishment appeared in Lei Li's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by disdain.

"So what if you've broken through to the Body Tempering Seventh Level? You'll still die!"

He was about to launch another attack when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

It was as though an invisible needle had pierced his unopened Niwan Palace!

"Ah!"

Lei Li screamed, and his movements instantly froze.

Now!

A cold gleam flashed through Luo Heng's eyes as he appeared in front of Lei Li like a ghost.

"Tiangang Thunderclap Fist—Thunderbolt Strike!"

He shouted lowly. Pale golden Primal Energy gathered wildly around his right fist, while faint thunder rumbled!

Luo Heng had not used his full strength in this punch. He had used less than ten percent of his Earthen Yuan Stage power.

Even so, combined with the power of a Ninth Grade Martial Art and the devouring effect of the Great Devouring Art, its might far surpassed that of an ordinary Body Tempering Ninth Level martial artist!

"No!"

Lei Li's pupils shrank sharply. He wanted to block it, but the pain in his head made him half a beat too slow.

"Boom!!!"

Luo Heng's fist smashed viciously into Lei Li's chest!

"Crack!"

The sound of his breastbone breaking rang out clearly!

"Pfft!"

Lei Li spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily into the railing at the edge of the Martial Combat Stage.

The railing shattered on impact!

Lei Li collapsed on the ground, his chest sunken and his face pale as paper. His eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.

The entire arena fell deathly silent!

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.

Lei Li, at the Body Tempering Eighth Level Peak, had actually been sent flying by a single punch from Luo Heng, who had just "broken through" to the Body Tempering Seventh Level?

This completely overturned everything they knew!

"Li'er!"

Lei Bao's expression changed drastically as he rushed onto the Martial Combat Stage and checked Lei Li's injuries.

When he discovered that three of Lei Li's breastbones had been broken and his internal organs injured, making recovery impossible without at least a year or half a year, his expression darkened until it looked as though water could drip from it.

"Luo Heng, wasn't that strike a little too heavy?" Lei Bao glared at Luo Heng, killing intent blazing in his eyes.

Luo Heng remained calm. "Patriarch Lei, on the Martial Combat Stage, life and death are left to fate. When Lei Li used Rushing Thunder Light just now, he had no intention of holding back."

"You!" Lei Bao was left speechless. It was true—Rushing Thunder Light was a killing move. Lei Li's strike had clearly been intended to take Luo Heng's life.

He simply had not expected that the one who lost in the end would be Lei Li himself.

"Luo Heng wins this battle!"

At that moment, Luo Cheng, the master of the Raging Blade Martial Hall, rose to his feet and loudly announced the result.

His gaze toward Luo Heng was filled with admiration and shock. This kid had hidden himself so deeply! It seems I should let Wu Yun suffer a setback.

"According to the wager, Ironwood Estate now belongs to the Luo Family."

After a pause, Luo Cheng continued calmly, "Patriarch Lei, do you have any objections?"

Lei Bao's expression shifted constantly before he finally gritted his teeth. "No objections!"

Although Ironwood Estate was valuable, the Lei Clan could afford to lose it!

More importantly, he was far more concerned about his son's injuries now.

"We're leaving!"

Lei Bao picked up the badly injured Lei Li, shot Luo Heng a vicious glare, and hurried away with the Lei Clan members.

He knew that after today, the Lei Clan had not only lost Ironwood Estate, but also suffered a humiliating loss of face.

But for now, they could only endure it.

Once the Lei Clan members had departed, thunderous cheers erupted around the Martial Combat Stage.

"Luo Heng! Luo Heng! Luo Heng!"

Everyone shouted Luo Heng's name. With a cultivation level that had just broken through to the Body Tempering Seventh Level, he had defeated Lei Li, a Body Tempering Eighth Level Peak martial artist. It was nothing short of a miracle!

Had Qingyang Town ever seen such a record before? Never!

Luo Heng jumped down from the Martial Combat Stage, his expression calm. The Yang Yuan Stone Mine at Ironwood Stake was finally his. Now he could get to work without worries.

As for the Lei Clan's revenge, by the time they wanted revenge, who knew how far his cultivation would have advanced?