The Battle Continued

Bang!

In midair,

Shen Changchuan threw a casual punch. Its immense force crossed space and struck his utterly unprepared opponent with unstoppable power.

A muffled thud followed.

The opponent's face was still frozen in astonishment when terrifying force exploded against his chest. Under the surge of powerful magic, the clothes across his chest instantly crumbled to dust!

At the same time,

a deep crater caved into his chest. Rib after rib shattered and drove into his heart and other organs.

His entire body flew backward like a cannonball and slammed straight into the spatial barrier behind him.

Like a sticker losing its grip on a glass wall, his body slowly slid down from above.

[Shen Changchuan wins!]

A majestic voice rang through the Arena's empty expanse, carrying a sense of grandeur into every corner.

Shen Changchuan's expression barely changed.

Nor did victory stir anything in his eyes.

There was nothing to be excited about.

Against a cultivator at the Peak Ninth Level of Out-of-Body Realm who had neither grasped Embryonic True Intent nor broken past his realm's limits in combat, the advantage of the Power of Space was simply too great.

It did not matter whether his opponent cultivated an impregnable defensive art, a movement art as swift as thunder and lightning, or some peerless method of attack.

In their hands, such methods had once crushed enemies and carried them to victory against ordinary cultivators at the Peak Ninth Level of Out-of-Body Realm.

They were the very strengths that had let those cultivators stand out among tens of thousands of gifted peers.

But before Shen Changchuan,

before the Power of Space that stood an entire major realm above them,

all of it meant nothing.

They were like three-year-olds swinging their fists at an adult.

They could not break