To everyone’s surprise, Fatty Wang did not activate his Myriad-Talisman Dao Body to condense talismans.
Instead, he slammed both feet into the ground and shot toward Liu Wuwang like a cannonball!
His speed was astonishing. A sharp wind shrieked around him as he closed the distance between them in an instant.
“Hmm? Is he planning to fight in close quarters?”
A flicker of surprise crossed Liu Wuwang’s eyes, quickly replaced by a cold smile.
“Abandoning his advantage with talismans and actually thinking he can fight me in close combat? How foolish!”
His Inaction Dao Body was indeed best suited to dissolving energy, but his physical body had also been tempered by the Dao Repository Academy’s most advanced body-refining techniques.
It had long since become tough and powerful, far beyond that of ordinary prodigies. He had absolute confidence in his ability to fight at close range as well.
Before he could finish speaking, Fatty Wang was already upon him!
Fatty Wang gave Liu Wuwang no chance to react. His chubby right fist clenched tightly, accompanied by a terrifying shriek as it tore through the air, and smashed straight toward Liu Wuwang’s face!
Liu Wuwang’s heart tightened. Without time to think, he crossed both arms in front of him and instantly channeled divine power into them, intending to withstand the blow with his own formidable physique.
“Boom—!”
Fist and forearms collided with a deafening explosion that rang across the entire square!
A violent force surged into Liu Wuwang like a tidal wave. He felt an agonizing pain shoot through both arms.
With a crisp crack, his crossed arms were broken on the spot!
His entire body was sent flying backward as if struck by a mountain. He spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, his eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief.
He had never imagined that the physical body he took such pride in would be so utterly helpless before this fatty’s fist!
Boom!
Liu Wuwang crashed heavily into the ground, sending dust billowing into the air. The gray-white radiance around his body instantly vanished, and his aura withered completely.
With a single punch, Fatty Wang had knocked Liu Wuwang flat. He did not even have the strength to struggle back to his feet.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. From the moment Fatty Wang closed in and threw his punch to the moment Liu Wuwang was sent crashing down, barely an instant had passed!
The prodigies in the audience were completely dumbfounded. One by one, they stared with their mouths hanging open, stunned beyond words. They had even forgotten to cry out.
“My heavens… Th-that was way too fast!”
Only after a long while did a trembling voice break the silence.
“Senior Brother Liu was actually knocked flat by Junior Brother Wang with a single punch?”
“That’s terrifying! Just how explosive is this fatty’s physical strength? He can fight like that even without using talismans?”
“We all thought Junior Brother Wang was certain to lose after encountering the Inaction Dao Body. Instead, he completely crushed him? What kind of ridiculous reversal was that?”
Su Fentian, who had just lost, was also staring in shock. At last, he understood that losing to this fatty had been no accident.
Fatty Wang shook his slightly numb fist and looked at Liu Wuwang, who lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move.
As if he had suddenly remembered something, he addressed his opponent—whose consciousness was already fading—in an almost casual tone.
“Oh, right, Senior Brother Liu. I forgot to mention something earlier…”
He paused. Under the gazes of countless horrified spectators and amid the deathly silence, he gave a shy smile.
“Besides knowing how to draw a few talismans, I also happen to know a little martial arts.”
Having said that, he paid no attention to the uproar his words had caused in everyone’s hearts. His face fell again, and he muttered under his breath:
“I already said I wanted to eat in peace. You just had to come looking for a beating. Now no one’s going to disturb me, right?”
Everyone looked at the fatty in the arena as he dusted off his hands and grumbled about wanting to go back and eat. Then they looked at the renowned prodigy lying on the ground.
“Sure enough, not a single person who can reach the peak of the Heavenly Ladder can be judged by ordinary standards…”
An upperclassman murmured, voicing what everyone else was thinking.
If Fatty Wang’s victory over Su Fentian had demonstrated exquisite talisman mastery and brilliant tactical planning, leaving everyone amazed, then his single-punch defeat of Liu Wuwang had displayed an absolute power so overwhelming that it defied reason.
A crushing victory based purely on strength was far more direct—and far more shocking.
At that moment, no one dared underestimate him because of his lazy demeanor.
Every gaze directed at him was filled with indescribable gravity, and even a hint of respect.
After these two battles, Fatty Wang had used indisputable strength to firmly establish himself among the very best of this generation’s prodigies.
The atmosphere at the banquet that followed became subtly charged and lively.
Several more sparring matches took place, each one exciting enough to draw bursts of applause.
But after witnessing Fatty Wang’s two astonishing—even terrifying—performances, the later bouts inevitably seemed somewhat less breathtaking by comparison.
The terrifying image of that fatty sending the wielder of the Inaction Dao Body flying with a single punch still lingered in everyone’s minds.
Just as the banquet’s atmosphere was gradually heating up and the crowd was deeply engrossed in discussing the Dao, a low, battle-filled growl suddenly rang out like muffled thunder, drowning out the surrounding noise.
“Roar!”
Beside Fatty Wang, Qilinzi Mo Yu took a single step forward.
His blood and qi began to seethe faintly. Fiery battle intent burned in his golden eyes, and his gaze was as sharp as two swords, stabbing straight toward the calm, bluish-green figure seated in the corner.
“Wang Zhan! Back then, during the battle at the ruins of the Demon Heaven Sect, my Dao heart was flawed and my bloodline impure. I lost to you, and I have no complaints.
“But now, my qilin bloodline has been restored, and my Dao heart is as clear as a mirror. Do you dare come down and continue our previous battle?!”
He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time!
The instant those words were spoken, the entire banquet erupted like cold water poured into boiling oil.
Every gaze turned toward the bluish-green figure in the corner—burning with excitement and anticipation.
The true clash between dragons and tigers was finally about to begin!
Under the attention of countless eyes, Wang Zhan slowly set down his wine cup.
He raised his head, his expression calm.
“What is there to fear? Come and fight!”
He rose to his feet and walked toward the center of the arena without another word.
His steps were steady. Every footfall seemed to land upon the very veins of Cloud Sea Platform.
The Heavenly Azure Sacred Body needed no deliberate activation. Its very existence resonated with the heavens and earth.
The two men came to a stop in the arena, a hundred yards apart, facing each other from a distance.
No words were necessary. Their battle intent had already become a tangible force, crashing violently against each other between them.
Boom—!
The void trembled. Invisible shockwaves erupted from the two men, whipping the robes of the prodigies seated nearby and causing their expressions to change. They instinctively retreated half a step.
“Fight!”
Mo Yu exploded into action first. No longer suppressing himself, he threw back his head and let out a qilin roar that shook the heavens!
Crimson-gold divine radiance shot into the sky around him. Fine, ancient qilin scales surfaced across his skin, dark jade in color and flowing with a dusky golden sheen. He bent his body slightly, then stomped down with tremendous force!
His entire body transformed into a crimson-gold torrent of destruction that tore through the air and charged straight at Wang Zhan.
Savage, overbearing, and filled with the most primal sense of power!
“Excellent!”
A sharp gleam burst from Wang Zhan’s eyes. He neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he stepped forward and threw a simple punch.
Boom—!!!!
His fist collided head-on with the phantom of a qilin’s claw!
Blinding light erupted as ring-shaped shockwaves spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami, slamming into the protective formation at the edge of Cloud Sea Terrace. The barrier of light flickered violently, ripples surging across it in a frenzy!
The countless prodigies watching from the sidelines paled and hurriedly circulated their spiritual energy to shield themselves as they retreated.
As the dust gradually settled, the two figures in the arena were revealed. They had separated at the first clash, each retreating several steps.
It appeared to be an even match, but Mo Yu’s pupils contracted slightly. Even with the enhancement of his qilin true form, his claws felt faintly numb!
Wang Zhan’s physical body and strength had improved by more than just a notch compared to before!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
