Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 300: Yama Palace (II)

Bang, bang, bang!

Clang, clang.

Massive sounds rang out. Fists clad in tungsten gloves slammed against the wolf fang club, producing loud clanging noises. Lin Zheyu moved with graceful agility, his expression utterly relaxed as he drifted around Wild Man Luo, pushing the limits of his opponent's combat awareness. After raising the Golden Goose Technique to the eleventh stage, his attainments in lightness and movement techniques advanced yet another step. Circling Wild Man Luo at high speed while shifting and evading, he appeared exceedingly graceful, as if he were strolling through a courtyard.

This guy's movement techniques seem to have improved again. No, it is possible he simply did not use his full strength before.

Wild Man Luo was slightly startled inwardly. However, his movements did not hesitate in the slightest, and following his design, he gradually guided Zhao Hao into his trap. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Heh, now's the time!" Wild Man Luo's eyes lit up at once.

Relying on his rich combat experience and powerful battle awareness, a feint successfully deceived Lin Zheyu. As expected, the opponent's figure shifted instantly to the left.

Boom!

Wild Man Luo decisively released the wolf fang club with his right hand, clenched his palm into a fist, and rushed forth as he slammed toward Lin Zheyu's chest. Seeing this, Lin Zheyu remained unmoved. With a light tap of his toes, his speed soared as he avoided the incoming punch at an even faster pace. He stepped back, and his right leg snapped out in a whip kick, slashing diagonally upward from the right, piercing through the gap in Wild Man Luo's defense and striking toward his neck.

Bang!

A tremendous force struck, and Wild Man Luo's smile froze instantly. His head rang violently, and his entire body was kicked flying, crashing onto the bluestone paved floor of the arena.

"Hiss. Brother Zhao, that was too heavy a hand."

Wild Man Luo sucked in a breath of cold air, rubbing his neck while shaking his slightly dizzy head.

"I did not hold back just now. Do you want to continue?" Lin Zheyu asked.

Wild Man Luo's battle awareness was very strong, and combined with his rich combat experience, he was highly suitable as a sparring partner. Lin Zheyu treasured such a free training opponent and was even a little reluctant to knock him off the arena so quickly.

"No more. I will think it over after going back and challenge you in person later." Wild Man Luo shook his head and leaped down from the arena.

With one battle over, Lin Zheyu did not rest. The recent fight had not consumed much of his strength.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and try?" Lin Zheyu asked calmly. He swept his gaze over the martial artists below the arena and saw many of the talented martial artists Li Mengxi had previously pointed out.

At the time, Li Mengxi had brought several portraits with vividly drawn images of the famous geniuses of this exchange. However, among them, only Luo Dinglong had made a move, while the others did not appear.

After waiting for quite some time, no one came up. Lin Zheyu looked toward the monk standing in the distance. That fellow still seemed unprepared to make a move. Just as this thought crossed his mind, Puxuan moved. However, he did not head toward Lin Zheyu but instead went to arena eight. That martial artist had participated in the challenge on the same afternoon as him, and today marked exactly the fifth day.

"Amitabha. This humble monk, Puxuan, formally challenges the benefactor."

Puxuan slowly walked onto the arena, pressed his palms together, and performed a salute.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time. A Buddhist Sect Golden Body, is it? I want to see whether your golden body is stronger or my blade is sharper," Wei Tianlei, the defender on arena eight, said with a smile as he looked at Puxuan.

When Puxuan appeared, he knew that a battle between the two was unavoidable. At the martial cultivation exchange, overly extraordinary divine weapons were not permitted, and the blade in his hand was already at the allowed limit. However, Wei Tianlei did not expect to break Puxuan's defense through weapons alone. What he relied on was his own formidable strength.

"Benefactor, please make your move."

Puxuan ignored Wei Tianlei's provocation and spoke with a smile. His face maintained a benevolent and kind expression, giving off a gentle and nonhostile impression.

"Alright." Wei Tianlei did not stand on ceremony.

He gripped the blade hilt with both hands as astonishing true intent pressure surged from his body. The blood qi within him roared, and a faint bloody aura spread outward. He stepped forward slowly, his pace not fast, yet the forceful wind rising around him carried an imposing momentum.

"Impressive! Such powerful blood qi strength."

Lin Zheyu stood in his arena, watching the battle between the two. Even from afar, he could feel the surging and massive blood qi power radiating from Wei Tianlei that almost reached the Dragon Transformation.

Bang, bang, bang!

The battle in arena eight was extremely intense. Wei Tianlei's long saber cleaved into Puxuan's body, producing repeated booming sounds, yet it did not even break the skin. It only left shallow scratches on the surface, which completely disappeared after a few breaths. Facing Wei Tianlei's attacks, Puxuan stood calmly in place, barely defending. His monk's robe was slashed into tatters by the strikes, revealing skin that reflected a faint golden glow.

The Buddhist sect's Vajra Divine Art is actually this formidable?

Lin Zheyu was utterly shocked in his heart.

Wei Tianlei's strength, combined with the powerful true technique he cultivated, allowed his full strength strike to rival the might Lin Zheyu achieved when using blood qi burst techniques. Even so, he still failed to break through Puxuan's bodily defense, which was truly terrifying. Lin Zheyu found it hard to imagine what kind of cultivation was required to temper one's physique to such a level.

If I wait until all the blood qi in my body transforms into golden blood qi, then cultivate that Furnace Tempering Body Technique, could my physique become this powerful?

That Furnace Tempering Body Technique grew more effective the stronger one's blood qi became, producing an increasingly powerful physique. If his physique could be cultivated to the level of Puxuan's, there would be no need to use tungsten gloves. His entire body would become the most powerful weapon.

"Kid, stop watching. I am here to test you."

Just as Lin Zheyu was fully focused on the battle at arena eight, a sinister voice drifted up from beneath the arena.

Bang.

The man suddenly leaped up and landed in the arena with a dull thud. He looked extremely ordinary, with a dry and pale face and dull skin. He appeared nothing like a martial artist with abundant blood qi.

Lin Zheyu stared at him, his brows knitting slightly as strong vigilance rose in his heart.

The person before him was completely unreadable, with not the slightest aura leaking out. He appeared to be just like an ordinary man. Such a person was either truly ordinary or terrifyingly strong. This one was clearly the latter.

Is this guy really only in the Marrow Refining realm?

Lin Zheyu remained secretly on guard.

Even so, he could be certain that the opponent was not a Force Transformation realm martial artist, as there was not the slightest trace of true strength within his body. If true strength existed, it would have been detected, and he would never have been allowed onto the arena.

"My name is Wang Chen. I am here to seek guidance from you," Wang Chen said.

As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of darkened, unsightly teeth. Whether it was his skin condition or his life aura, everything about him was extremely strange and nothing like that of a martial artist.

"Please."

With the referee's signal, Lin Zheyu made a courteous gesture.

The man's strength was unknown, so he did not wish to act rashly. More importantly, Wang Chen gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling. This sense of danger came without reason and stemmed from his powerful martial arts instincts.

"Then I will not hold back." The martial artist named Wang Chen chuckled and suddenly rushed toward Lin Zheyu. His speed was fast, but compared to Lin Zheyu, it was still far inferior.

I'll finish this quickly and blast him off the arena, Lin Zheyu thought as his figure vanished from the spot.

A rumble echoed out. A muffled thunderous sound erupted from his chest as powerful Dominance true intent pressure surged upward and crushed toward his opponent.

Bang!

Wang Chen seemed not to react at all as Lin Zheyu's fist slammed heavily into his neck. A dull boom sounded, yet the expected cracking of bones never came. Wang Chen appeared completely unfazed, the corner of his mouth even lifting into a strange smile.

This is bad!

Lin Zheyu was alarmed.

The moment his fist landed, he sensed something was wrong, and the smile on Wang Chen's lips confirmed his suspicion. Without the slightest hesitation, blood qi roared through his body as he unleashed a blood qi burst technique and retreated explosively backward. At the instant he withdrew, terrifying energy erupted from Wang Chen's body.

His body began to swell rapidly as muscles bulged all over, crackling sounds ringing out, with veins on his arms winding around like steel cables. Fortunately, Lin Zheyu had retreated quickly. If he had been even a breath slower, he would likely have been struck directly by Wang Chen's terrifying attack.

"Go die!"

Wang Chen's hoarse voice rang out as his body instantly transformed into a terrifying figure over two and a half meters tall. His muscles knotted all over, writhing as if they possessed lives of their own.

Boom!

A terrifying force erupted, blasting a crater into the solid arena floor. Wang Chen shot forward explosively, swinging his massive fist toward Lin Zheyu's head. His speed was unbelievably fast, directly pressing against Lin Zheyu's Golden Goose Technique at full operation.

What kind of technique did this guy cultivate to be this abnormal? Lin Zheyu was utterly shaken.

The power Wang Chen unleashed was terrifying beyond measure. If he were struck by that punch, Lin Zheyu in his current state would be unable to withstand it. Only by unlocking the Ninefold Origin Lock Art would there be even a slight possibility of surviving.

"Hm."

Beneath the arena, Elder Yang showed a trace of suspicion the instant Wang Chen transformed. He abruptly sat upright, confusion flickering in his eyes.

What technique did this fellow cultivate? Could he be a remnant of the Yama Palace?

Elder Yang froze, his expression immediately turning grim. In the brief moment of his hesitation, Wang Chen had already rushed close to Lin Zheyu, his massive fist about to smash down toward his head.

"How dare you?"

Elder Yang bellowed furiously, his terrifying roar leaving the martial artists beside him dizzy. He pushed off the ground and shot into the air, charging toward the arena at astonishing speed.

"Hehe."

Wang Chen revealed a ferocious grin, his face filled with disdain. The way he looked at Lin Zheyu was as if he were looking at a dead man.

Boom!

The terrifying fist, wrapped in raging wind, smashed toward Lin Zheyu's head. Although Lin Zheyu's expression was solemn, there was not the slightest trace of fear.

So this is all there is, huh?

Fortunately, he had also advanced the Golden Goose Technique last night. Otherwise, he might really have been in danger.

Boom!

As the fist came down, Wang Chen could not help licking his lips. Elder Yang's eyes split with fury. Such a promising seed, discovered with great difficulty, had actually been struck down just like that.

"Hm?"

Very soon, however, Wang Chen's smile froze. There was no sensation of his fist shattering a skull. His punch passed straight through Lin Zheyu's afterimage and struck only empty air. Lin Zheyu was no longer where he had been.

"Are you looking for me?"

Lin Zheyu's voice came from Wang Chen's left. He turned his head, his gaze toward Lin Zheyu filled with utter disbelief.