No Pressure!

"Haha, what a satisfying fight!"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Mo Shang felt a surge of excitement. Instead of continuing to dodge, he planted his foot and stepped forward.

In the next instant, Mo Shang gathered all his strength into his right fist and swung, meeting Luo Wu head-on!

"Boom—!!!"

Their fists collided with a thunderous crash. Terrifying shockwaves swept outward from them, the stone slabs of the arena shattering one after another as the gale whipped everyone's robes into a frenzy!

Under that punch, one figure stumbled backward several steps. The ground cracked beneath his feet, leaving several deep footprints behind.

But that figure wasn't Mo Shang. It was Luo Wu!

Mo Shang still stood where he was, utterly unmoved. He had no injuries at all; only the hem of his robe was a little dirty.

The entire crowd was stunned. The sight had left all the disciples watching speechless.

"Gasp! There's another powerhouse?!"

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

"My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they? A Celestial Image Sect disciple lost in a contest of physical strength?"

"What the— is this for real?"

At that moment, it wasn't only the disciples from the various sects who were dumbfounded. Even Mo Shang stared at his own fist in bewilderment.

Even Mo Shang himself had no idea he possessed this kind of strength.

The thing was, he usually relied on his traits to cultivate while Ten Thousand Dao Star Art circulated automatically. He had never trained his body at all...

"Gasp, could this Ten Thousand Dao Star Art be an all-around cultivation method?" Mo Shang soon thought of something and sucked in a sharp breath.

After all, he usually cultivated only Ten Thousand Dao Star Art and had never trained his body. This was the only explanation for his newfound physical strength.

While Mo Shang was still reeling, Luo Wu, who had been knocked back by the punch, came to his senses. He scratched his head, then looked at Mo Shang with a goofy grin. "You're really strong. You're even stronger than me..."

"Want to keep going?" Mo Shang asked with a smile.

"Sure."

Luo Wu answered, then stamped down hard. His whole body shot forward, charging at Mo Shang once more.

This time, his speed and strength were both far beyond before. Clearly, Luo Wu hadn't been using his full strength earlier.

"Bring it on!"

Mo Shang wasn't the least bit afraid. Laughing heartily, he charged forward to meet him.

The two moved like bolts of lightning, their blood and energy surging like boiling water. Their fists, wrapped in piercing whistles, slammed together, and the fierce winds of their punches twisted the air around them.

This time, Luo Wu unleashed the full essence of the Celestial Image Sect's body-tempering techniques. Every punch carried enough brute force to shatter mountains and split stones.

Though Luo Wu's full power was terrifying, Mo Shang didn't feel the slightest pressure.

Even as fists rained down on him, Mo Shang remained composed. His deep, starry eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything.

Luo Wu's attacks were fast and powerful, but to Mo Shang, they were still a little slow. He could have dodged them with ease, but he chose not to. Instead, he met them head-on!

There was no other reason. Pure brawling was the romance between real men. The whole point was to enjoy the fight!

"Thud, thud, thud—!"

A steady barrage of deafening crashes shook the arena as the piercing sounds of their collisions rang out one after another.

Their two formidable forces clashed again and again. The arena's already-broken stone slabs were blasted to pieces, sending rubble flying in every direction. Without the protective formation, the disciples watching would have been caught in the crossfire.

"Boom!"

The two traded another punch. The shockwave swept outward, making even the formation around the arena ripple.

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

A flicker of surprise crossed Luo Wu's eyes, and then his fighting spirit burned even hotter. Grinning, he launched an even more ferocious assault.

He attacked with fists and feet, elbows, knees, and shoulders. Every move was one of the Celestial Image Sect's powerful body-tempering combat techniques, displaying the full strength of his physique. Each collision rang out with a dull, metallic crack, as if iron and stone had struck together.

No matter how fierce his attacks became, Mo Shang always handled them with ease, his expression as calm as ever. He simply refused to feel any pressure!

The discussions below the arena had long since fallen silent. In their place came a hush filled with sharp intakes of breath, as the disciples from all the sects stared at the arena, dumbfounded.

"Elder, how did he train? He's so small and skinny, yet he's that strong..."

The disciples of the Celestial Image Sect wore complicated expressions. Their vaunted body-tempering art had failed to give them the upper hand in physical strength against a disciple from another sect. It was simply inconceivable!

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

At that moment, it wasn't only the Celestial Image Sect disciples who looked baffled. Even the elder accompanying them was utterly confused.

If Mo Shang had been using spiritual power, that would have been one thing. But he was fighting with nothing but his physical strength, without using spiritual power at all!

To fight on equal terms with Luo Wu, a specialist in body cultivation, without using spiritual power was completely beyond the elder's understanding!

The people from the Falling Cloud Sect were just as confused as those from the Celestial Image Sect.

"Wait, Brother Mo secretly trained his body? How is he so fierce?"

A row of question marks appeared over Gu Qingzhou's head. In his mind, Mo Shang did nothing but sit around or lie down. He had never gone out of his way to train his body!

"The Celestial Image Sect specializes in body cultivation, yet Junior Brother Mo can hold his own with physical strength alone!" Liu Ruyan couldn't help wondering if what she was seeing was real.

"That kid's been hiding his true abilities. It's not just his physique—even his spiritual power is far beyond ordinary..." Sword Thirteen looked astonished.

As a cultivator in the Question Dao Realm, Sword Thirteen could see things clearly. Mo Shang's leisurely, unhurried movements were unmistakable evidence that his spiritual power far surpassed that of others at the same cultivation level.

Compared to everyone else's shock, Jiang Shuyu seemed much calmer. A faint smile rested on her face, as though she had expected this all along.

After a thousand exchanges on the arena, Luo Wu's breathing gradually grew labored. Sweat covered his brow, and his arms were starting to go numb.

He could clearly feel that Mo Shang seemed to have endless strength. No matter how fiercely Luo Wu attacked, Mo Shang handled it with ease.

Luo Wu abruptly sprang back, creating several paces of distance between them. He rubbed his aching arms and looked at Mo Shang with undisguised admiration.

Luo Wu showed no strong emotion. Grinning sheepishly, he took the initiative to concede. "You're really strong. I can't beat you. I lose..."

In Luo Wu's view, he hadn't gained the slightest advantage even in the field he excelled at most. There was no need to continue the fight.

"You were holding back. You're strong too." Mo Shang smiled and cupped his hands toward Luo Wu.

That fight had been thoroughly satisfying. More than that, Mo Shang realized his physique had somehow grown stronger than that of cultivators at the same level.

"So Ten Thousand Dao Star Art really does temper the body. This cultivation method is no ordinary thing..." Mo Shang muttered inwardly.

Mo Shang hadn't known what rank Ten Thousand Dao Star Art belonged to, but now it seemed its rank was definitely no low one.

Beyond the cultivation method's rank, Mo Shang was even more curious about what level his future self had reached to create something like this...