He had lived for nearly a century. He had seen countless Spirit Masters who tempered their bodies, seen assault-type battle Spirit Masters with beast martial souls, but he had never seen anyone who could withstand the Clear Sky Hammer of a Limit Douluo like him with nothing but their flesh and blood!
This was no longer mere body tempering. This was practically forging the flesh into sainthood!
"What's impossible about it?"
Li Pu let out a soft laugh, his hand gripping the hammer's tip tightening slightly.
A terrifying force erupted from his palm. Tang Chen only felt an irresistible surge of power travel along the hammer's shaft, dragging him forward until he staggered two steps.
He hurriedly steadied himself, pouring Soul Power wildly into the Clear Sky Hammer in an attempt to wrench it free from Li Pu's hand. Yet that hand seemed welded to the hammer's tip. No matter how he urged his Soul Power, it would not budge in the slightest.
"Senior Tang Chen, your hammer techniques truly stand at the pinnacle. Across the entire Douluo Continent, no one understands them better than you." Li Pu's voice remained calm, yet it carried a confidence that made Tang Chen's heart turn cold. "Unfortunately, before absolute strength, even the most exquisite techniques have their limits."
The instant his words fell, Li Pu clenched his left hand into a fist and threw a simple punch at Tang Chen's face.
There were no flashy moves, no outward release of Soul Power—only the purest physical strength.
Yet as the punch flew out, the surrounding air was instantly compressed, unleashing a shrill sonic boom. Before the fist wind even arrived, Tang Chen felt as though his skin were being sliced by blades.
Tang Chen did not dare let his guard down. He immediately released