No Pressure!

"Haha, what a fight!"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, and acting on a sudden impulse, Mo Shang stopped dodging and instead stomped his foot.

The next moment, Mo Shang gathered all his strength, concentrating it entirely into his right fist, and threw a punch, clashing head-on with Luo Wu!

"Boom—!!!"

The two fists collided with a thunderous impact, a terrifying shockwave sweeping out from the two of them as the center. The stone slabs of the arena shattered inch by inch, and the gale whipped everyone's robes into a flapping frenzy!

Under that single punch, one figure stumbled back several steps, each footfall cracking the ground and leaving deep imprints in the stone.

However, that figure was not Mo Shang—it was Luo Wu!

At this moment, Mo Shang still stood rooted in place, his form unmoving, without any injuries, only the corner of his robe slightly dirtied.

The entire audience was stunned. This scene left the disciples present utterly dumbfounded.

"Sss—there's another expert?!"

"Wait, is this right? Isn't the Celestial Image Sect known for body refinement?"

"Am I seeing things? A Celestial Image Sect disciple lost in a contest of physique?"

"Damn, is this even real?"

At this moment, not only the disciples of various sects in the arena, but even Mo Shang himself was staring blankly at his own fist.

Even Mo Shang himself had no idea he possessed such strength.

The main reason was that he usually cultivated by idling with his traits, letting the Ten Thousand Dao Star Art run automatically, and had never actually trained his physique...

"Sss—could it be that this Ten Thousand Dao Star Art technique is an all-rounder?" But soon, Mo Shang thought of something and drew a sharp breath.

After all, he only ever cultivated the Ten Thousand Dao Star Art; he had truly never trained his body. The only explanation for his sudden increase in physical strength was this.

Just as Mo Shang was reeling in shock, Luo Wu, who had been knocked back by that punch, snapped out of it, scratched his head, and looked at Mo Shang with a simple grin. "You're really strong—even stronger than me..."

"Want to keep going?" Mo Shang smiled and spoke.

"Sure."

Luo Wu acknowledged, then stomped his foot hard, launching himself forward like a bolt, charging at Mo Shang once again.

This time, both his speed and power far exceeded before—clearly, Luo Wu hadn't been going all out earlier.

"Well met."

Mo Shang showed no fear at this, laughing as he met the charge.

Their figures moved like thunderbolts, blood and qi surging like boiling heat. Their fists, wrapped in piercing air-shrieks, crashed together violently, the sharp fist wind distorting the very air around them.

This time, Luo Wu unleashed the full essence of the Celestial Image Sect's body refinement technique, every punch carrying the brute force to shatter mountains and crack stone.

Though Luo Wu's full-powered burst was terrifying, Mo Shang felt no pressure at all.

Even as fists rained down like hailstones, his expression remained calm, his eyes deep as a starry sky, as if they could see through everything.

Luo Wu's attacks, though swift and powerful, still seemed a bit slow in Mo Shang's eyes—he could have easily dodged them. But he didn't; instead, he chose to take them head-on.

No other reason—pure brawling was the romance between real men, all about the thrill of the fight!

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"Thump, thump, thump—!!!"

A relentless series of booming sounds shook the arena, and the jarring clash rang out again and again.

Two powerful forces collided continuously. The already shattered stone slabs of the arena completely exploded, debris flying everywhere. If not for the barrier isolating the arena, the watching disciples would have been caught in the blast.

"Boom!"

The two exchanged another punch, the shockwave rippling out, causing even the barrier over the arena to shimmer.

This time, both of them swayed slightly but neither took a step back.

A flicker of surprise passed through Luo Wu's eyes, then ignited into an even fiercer fighting spirit. He grinned, his attacks growing more ferocious.

He used fists and feet together—elbow strikes, knee thrusts, shoulder charges—every move a rigid and unmatched body refinement combat technique of the Celestial Image Sect. His physical strength was on full display, each impact like metal striking stone, producing a dull, crisp sound.

But no matter how ferocious his assault, Mo Shang always handled it with ease, his expression still as calm as drifting clouds—completely unfazed by the pressure!

The murmurs from below had long since died down, replaced by a silence filled with sharp intakes of breath. Disciples from every sect stared at the arena with wide eyes.

"Elder, how did that guy train? He's so lean but so strong..."

The Celestial Image Sect disciples, in particular, wore complex expressions. Their proud body refinement arts were being outmatched in physique by a disciple from another sect—it was utterly baffling!

"I'd like to know that myself..."

At this moment, not only the Celestial Image Sect disciples looked troubled, but even the accompanying elder of the Celestial Image Sect was full of confusion.

If Mo Shang had been using spiritual power, that would be one thing, but right now he was fighting purely with his physique, without any spiritual power at all!

To be able to go toe-to-toe with Luo Wu, a specialist in body cultivation, without using any spiritual power—this situation completely exceeded his understanding!

It wasn't just the Celestial Image Sect disciples who couldn't understand—the Falling Cloud Sect members were equally baffled.

"Wait, did Brother Mo secretly train his body? How is he this ferocious?"

A row of question marks appeared above Gu Qingzhou's head. In his memory, Mo Shang was either sitting or lying down, never deliberately cultivating his physique!

"This is the Celestial Image Sect, which specializes in body cultivation, and Junior Brother Mo is actually holding his own through pure physical strength!" Liu Ruyan was starting to doubt whether her eyes were playing tricks on her.

"This kid, hiding his talents deep—not just his physique, even his mental strength far exceeds ordinary people..." Sword Thirteen was also stunned.

As a Question Dao Realm cultivator, Sword Thirteen saw clearly: Mo Shang's leisurely, unhurried demeanor was a clear sign that his mental strength far surpassed others at the same cultivation level.

Compared to everyone else's shock, Jiang Shuyu remained quite calm, a faint smile on her face, as if she had long anticipated this scene.

On the arena, after a thousand exchanges, Luo Wu's breathing grew slightly ragged, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms faintly numb.

He could clearly feel that Mo Shang across from him seemed to have inexhaustible strength. No matter how fiercely he attacked, the other party handled it with ease.

Luo Wu suddenly leaped backward, creating several paces of distance, rubbed his sore arms, and looked at Mo Shang with eyes full of admiration.

Without much expression on his face, Luo Wu grinned and took the initiative to concede: "You're really strong. I can't beat you. I lose..."

In Luo Wu's view, since he hadn't gained any advantage even in his strongest area, there was no need to continue this fight.

"You're too kind. You're very strong too." Mo Shang smiled and clasped his fists toward the other party.

This fight had been thoroughly satisfying for him. Not only that, Mo Shang also realized that his physique had, without him noticing, already far surpassed cultivators at the same cultivation level.

"Ten Thousand Dao Star Art really does have a body-tempering effect. This technique is no ordinary thing..." Mo Shang muttered to himself inwardly.

As for what rank the Ten Thousand Dao Star Art was, Mo Shang hadn't been clear before, but now it seemed its grade was definitely not low.

Beyond the technique's rank, what Mo Shang was even more curious about was what realm his future self had reached to create such a technique...

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