Tailong's Challenge: Could He Catch a Punch of Ultimate Strength with One Hand?

He spoke with absolute certainty, brimming with confidence.

Tai Tan stopped walking and turned to look at his grandson.

Yet the expression on his face was not the pride and excitement Tailong had imagined. Instead, it carried a hint of... consolation?

Tai Tan reached out and patted Tailong on the shoulder.

"Good grandson, it's enough that you have the will. Don't force yourself. Just do your best."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"And it doesn't matter if you can't beat Yang Jian's dog. A being like that truly isn't someone you can defeat."

With that, Tai Tan turned and walked away.

Tailong stood where he was, looking somewhat stunned.

He did not quite understand what his grandfather meant and only assumed that his grandfather did not really believe in him.

"I can definitely do it!"

He shouted toward his grandfather's retreating back.

Without turning his head, Tai Tan waved a hand behind him.

"Mm, do your best."

His tone was flat, and he sounded rather perfunctory.

Tailong clenched his fists, his gaze resolute.

He had to prove it to his grandfather! More importantly, he had to prove it to Bai Chenxiang! What was Yang Jian supposed to be? He, Tailong, was the foremost among the four single-attribute clans, and the only one worthy of Bai Chenxiang!

After the banquet, everyone moved to the Breaking Clan's plaza.

At the center of the plaza, a tall Soul Fighting Platform had long since been set up.

The bluestone surface was flat and sturdy, while braziers burned around it, heightening the atmosphere of battle to its peak.

Members of the Four Clans arrived one after another, gathering around the Soul Fighting Platform.

The younger generation was eager to give it a try, while the elders chatted in small groups, waiting to enjoy the show.

With practically no hesitation, Tailong was the first to leap onto the Soul Fighting Platform.

Moving with speed that did not suit his build, he sprang onto the platform in a single jump.

His feet landed heavily on the surface with a muffled bang.

Once he had steadied himself, he fixed his blazing gaze on the person below the stage, staring intently at the figure in cloud-colored robes.

His eyes held undisguised fighting intent.

"Yang Jian!"

His booming voice carried across the entire venue.

"Do you dare come up and fight me?"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Fight Tailong?

Honestly, he had no interest.

Tailong's strength was decent enough, but he could not put any pressure on him at all.

Besides, his mind was currently filled with the unfinished spear technique.

That final barrier was right before his eyes. He vaguely felt that he was about to grasp it, yet he still lacked that last flash of insight.

Rather than waste time on Tailong, he might as well keep pondering it.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly sensed a gaze from beside him.

Looking up, he met Yang Wudi's eyes.

Yang Wudi looked at his grandson and seemed to have noticed what he was thinking.

He smiled faintly and spoke.

"You didn't attend the last few gatherings of the Four Clans. It's rare for this one to be held here in our Breaking Clan. Go up and have some fun."

Since his grandfather had spoken, Yang Jian naturally could not refuse. He would treat it as merely going through the motions.

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then nodded.

He pushed off with both legs, and his entire body drifted upward as lightly as a cloud before landing steadily on the Soul Fighting Platform.

His movements were graceful, without the slightest trace of worldly dust.

Below the stage, the younger members of the Breaking Clan all lit up.

"The young clan leader is so handsome!"

"That bearing is incredible!"

Several young girls could not help screaming, drawing sidelong glances from those around them.

Bai Chenxiang stood below the stage, her gaze likewise resting on that white figure.

Her eyes also shone with an unusual light, and her interest in Yang Jian grew stronger and stronger.

On the stage, Yang Jian stood firmly in place.

He raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

Dark-golden light gathered in his palm. In the next instant, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade emerged from his hand like an awakened golden dragon, and Yang Jian gripped it firmly.

The spear shaft was long and slender, with golden light flowing over it.

Its spearhead had three points and two edges, gleaming with icy sharpness.

Thud!

The butt of the spear lightly touched the marble platform, producing a dull sound.

Yang Jian held the long spear, standing as straight as the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand.

That sight made it difficult to look away.

That simple motion once again drew a wave of screams from below the stage.

Tailong's expression, however, grew darker and darker.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

Since you insist on showing off like this, don't blame me for showing no mercy!

Roar!

He let out a low roar, and his body suddenly began to change!

His already burly body swelled further, his muscles bulging. His two arms in particular nearly doubled in thickness!

His arms lengthened downward until they hung below his knees, while dense black fur sprouted from the exposed skin.

Great Strength Ape Martial Soul Possession!

Yellow, yellow, purple—three Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet and slowly revolved around him.

A level thirty-seven Soul Elder, fully unleashed!

Below the stage, the members of the Strength Clan erupted into cheers.

Tailong did not waste any time. The instant he completed his Martial Soul Possession, the first Soul Ring beneath his feet abruptly lit up!

Bright yellow light enveloped him, his muscles swelling a little more as a wild sense of power spread outward from his body.

First Soul Skill, Power Surge!

Immediately afterward, his second Soul Ring lit up as well!

Second Soul Skill, Power Concentration!

The two powers stacked together, and earthy-yellow light wrapped around his entire body. His already terrifying strength, far beyond others of his level, surged again at that moment, increasing by a full fifty percent!

"Hah!"

Tailong stomped down fiercely, launching himself into the air like a cannonball!

When he reached the highest point, his body paused slightly in midair. Then, borrowing the force of his descent, he raised his arms hanging below his knees high overhead, clenched his fists, and smashed down viciously at Yang Jian!

That punch was overwhelmingly powerful. Its fist wind howled, tearing even the air apart with a shriek.

Below the stage, many people had already held their breath.

Bai Chenxiang clenched the corner of her clothes, a flicker of worry passing through her eyes.

Faced with that thunderous strike, Yang Jian's gaze remained completely calm, and he did not even move a single step.

Just as Tailong's fist was about to strike his chest, Yang Jian finally moved. He rotated his wrist and held the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade horizontally before himself.

Clang!

The deafening sound of metal striking metal rang out!

A terrifying blast wave spread from the point of collision, whipping up a fierce gale!

With a fifty-percent increase in strength, the force behind Tailong's punch was already comparable to that of a four-ring Soul Ancestor!

Yet Yang Jian easily blocked such a punch.

And he had done so by holding his spear horizontally before him with one hand, forcibly receiving Tailong's full-powered strike.

Tailong froze completely. After half a breath, he looked up at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yang Jian's expression remained calm. His composed demeanor made it seem as though what he had just caught was not Tailong's full-force strike, but merely a breeze.

"Again!"

Tailong gritted his teeth, pulled back, then charged forward once more!

One punch, two punches, three punches!

His iron fists whistled through the air, leaving countless afterimages as they poured down on Yang Jian like a raging storm.

He swore that he had already used one hundred and twenty percent of his strength!

Yet the result made him increasingly alarmed.