Silence hung over the sparring grounds.
Everyone stared at Jun Wangchen, their eyes twitching.
Iron Shirt?
WTF, was that even an option?
But on closer inspection, they did notice the ring of spiritual power covering Jun Wangchen's body.
Whether it was Iron Shirt or not, Jun Wangchen's defense was undeniably real.
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Toutie endured the agony of his shattered hand, his eyes bloodshot.
He was a veteran outer sect disciple, yet a newcomer who had only just joined the Pill Sect had made a fool of him. If word got out, wouldn't his reputation be ruined?
"What a fine Iron Shirt. As your senior brother, I'd like to see whether it really is impervious to blades and spears." Wang Toutie gritted his teeth and slapped his storage pouch, sending a spear flying out.
He gripped the spear and darted forward, leaving a trail of afterimages as he closed in on Jun Wangchen in an instant.
"Hah!"
With a loud shout, Wang Toutie swept his spear out in a thrust, unleashing a tremendous force that howled toward Jun Wangchen.
"Wang Toutie's going for a killing move!" Jiang Yanhao narrowed his eyes at the sight and muttered to himself.
Judging by its momentum alone, that thrust carried nearly eighty percent of Wang Toutie's strength. Clearly, he was determined to seriously injure Jun Wangchen.
Unexpectedly, before the spear could reach Jun Wangchen, the ring of spiritual power before him blocked it, preventing it from piercing any farther.
Jun Wangchen gave a dry cough and smiled. "Senior brother, my Iron Shirt is seriously tough. Unless you give it everything you've got, you won't break through my defense today."
Everyone was shocked. Clearly, none of them had expected Jun Wangchen's defense to be so sturdy.
Wang Toutie's mouth twitched, and his expression