"This is-"
Lei Ben, who had sat immovable as an old monk deep in meditation, was startled by Wei Sheng's transformation. His force leaked out, instantly shattering the chair beneath him.
But he did not notice at all. He simply stared fixedly at Wei Sheng, who stood two meters tall like a little giant, his aged face full of admiration and shock. "Flesh Refinement Perfection—the Flesh Body Palace?!"
"The legend was actually true-"
"Someone really can reach Flesh Refinement Perfection?!"
Not only Lei Ben, but the masters of the Golden Cauldron and Rolling Stone martial arts schools also wore expressions of disbelief.
Only at this moment.
Did they finally understand where Fang Heting had found the confidence to say he would "grant him a defeat."
The Flesh Body Palace, Flesh Refinement Perfection—once achieved, its strength alone was enough to crush anyone at the same level.
Under these circumstances, unless one was a Seven Refinements expert.
There was simply no way to defeat a martial artist who possessed the Flesh Body Palace.
"No, there's still a chance-"
Lei Ben stared intently at Wen Tailai. "Even against someone at the pinnacle of Six Refinements, my disciple is no weaker!"
As though he had heard Lei Ben's words, Wen Tailai, beneath the descending palm as broad as a palm-leaf fan, quickly recovered from his initial shock.
Force erupted throughout his body, forming a defense before his chest. At the same time, he unleashed his strongest strike-Thunderbolt Hand, greater mastery!
A swift, domineering punch rose from below, striking against the descending blue-black palm.
"Bang!"
As fist and palm collided, the blue-black palm was not driven back. Instead, terrifying strength crushed down through Wen Tailai's body, instantly shattering his outer defenses and sending him staggering.
Before he could recover, in that sliver of an instant,