Chapter Thirty-Four: Ten Thousand Jin of Fist Strength

  Zhang Haoran's aura was not intentionally hidden, and all the inner disciples could feel the fluctuations of his true energy. Many people were surprised and exclaimed: "It's true energy, he has broken through to the Condensing True Realm."

  "Another genius is born, with his talent, he'll probably be able to surpass us soon." Originally, Zhang Hao Ran was a rare genius, but the inner disciples wouldn't take him seriously. After all, many geniuses cultivate extremely fast in their daily lives, but when it comes to breaking through boundaries, they're not as good as some disciples with slightly better aptitude. Only geniuses who have reached a certain height can truly gain recognition from others.

  "Alas, it seems we need to double our efforts. Being surpassed by others is always unpleasant, and there's still a group of people firmly suppressing us."

  "That is to say, the core disciples temporarily do not think about it. Among the inner door disciples, there are several perverts who have practiced the human-level top-tier cultivation method to the highest seventh peak, and they don't even let people live."

  "The higher the level of a martial art, the harder it is to improve, so even if you give me a low-level Earth-grade martial art, I still can't practice it."

  Just as the inner disciples were discussing among themselves, Wu Zongming walked onto the stage.

  "Zhang Haoran, it's not just you who has advanced to the Condensed True Realm." Whoosh, a stream of pure energy emanated from Wu Zongming's body, and dust swirled on the stage.

  Wu Zongming unexpectedly also became a True Realm warrior, and many people showed an interested expression.

  Zhang Haoran sneered: "You were not my opponent when you were in the Qi Refining stage, and now you are even less likely to be my opponent."

  Wu Zongming said, "Let's see the real move under our hands. Yexun, you go down first." In fact, he had no confidence in Zhang Haoran at all, and he pretended to be strong just to let Yexun recover his inner energy a bit.

  Ye Chen smiled faintly and said to Zhang Hao Ran: "You want to exchange three punches with me?"

  "I know your inner energy has been greatly depleted. If we were to truly engage in combat, you would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage. Now, if you can withstand three of my punches without falling, I will consider it your victory. What do you say?" Zhang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering soundlessly in the wind.

  Wu Zongming hastily said: "Ye Chen, don't agree, your strong point is swordsmanship, but his strong point is his handwork." He then turned to Zhang Haoran and shouted: "Zhang Haoran, you can't be so shameless!"

  "Did I ever say he couldn't use a sword?" Zhang Hao Ran said calmly.

  "I'll agree with you, our contradictions should be resolved." Ye Chen took a deep breath and slowly calmed the turbulent blood in his body.

  "Alright then!" Wu Zongming knew there was nothing more for him to do and slipped down from the stage.

  On the stage, looking at Zhang Hao Ran who was confident, Ye Chen thought of something that happened a month ago in the welcoming hall. One of the four core disciples of Fei Cui Gu, 'Zhang Jue' Liu Wu Xiang and the second core disciple of Ben Men, Luo Han Shan, had a three-move showdown, which was indeed a strong confrontation.

  Now he also has the opportunity to compete with others in a three-fist showdown, although both sides are far from matching the first two, but it still makes people's blood boil and their hearts rise with a heroic spirit.

  "Let's begin!" Ye Chen seemed to have no intention of drawing his sword, and instead clasped his hands together.

  Zhang Haoran snorted, saying disdainfully: "If you don't draw your sword, you won't be able to withstand two moves. Do you think I'm as easy to deal with as Huang Bingwen, that useless thing?"

  "To be honest, I haven't shown my true strength in this match against Huang Bingwen." Ye Chen said with a faint smile.

  "What, he's just at the ninth level of Qi Refining Realm and didn't even use his full strength when fighting Huang Bingwen. Is he pretending to be mysterious or just talking nonsense?" Instantly, the surrounding disciples buzzed with discussion.

  Among the crowd, Huang Bingwen's face turned pale upon hearing this and angrily said: "Is this really reasonable? If I hadn't underestimated him, it wouldn't have ended up like this."

  The inner disciple next to him sighed and said, "Huang Bingwen, whether you admit it or not, losing is just losing, there's nothing good to say about it."

  "I'm just fed up." Huang Bingwen clenched his fists, making a creaking sound with his bones.

  Having heard Ye Chen's words, Zhang Hao suddenly burst out laughing, "Alright, take my first move, Ice and Snow Universe!"

  It was still the tenth layer of internal energy, Zhang Hao Ran's Cold Immersion Palm was incredibly powerful, with icy winds howling. At this time, a cultivator who had advanced to the Condensed Reality Realm would unleash a flurry of snowflakes with just one move, covering the platform within several meters in layers of frost that rapidly spread towards Ye Chen's direction.

  In the midst of it all, the wind and snow swirled together, biting fiercely at Ye Chen.

  Clang!

  Ye Chen's right palm tightened, emitting a metallic clanging sound, and he punched out with an unstoppable fist.

  The wind and snow obscured the figures of both men, making it difficult for the naked eye to see clearly. The majestic momentum shocked even some of the inner door disciples, not to mention Huang Bingwen, Ye Chen's defeated subordinate.

  "How is this possible? This is clearly a high-level martial skill, so why does it look so formidable in Zhang Haoran's hands?" Huang Bingwen looked like he had been struck.

  Zhang Haoran naturally did not hear Huang Bingwen's words, and even if he heard them, he would not care. The gap between a genius and an ordinary person cannot be measured in miles, nor can it be understood by him.

  In the wind and snow, Ye Chen's eyes couldn't see, his ears couldn't hear, but he had super strong perception, clearly 'seeing' Zhang Haoran's movements and expressions, not missing a single detail.

  "Die!"

  Zhang Haoran slapped his palm towards Ye Chen's chest.

  "Not necessarily." Ye Chen waited patiently and then suddenly threw a powerful punch.

  Boom!

  The snowstorm burst open, and Ye Chen's fist met Zhang Haoran's palm, neither side giving in, frozen in place.

  Facing this situation, Zhang Hao Ran sneered and with his left hand transforming into a fist, struck Ye Chen's chest like lightning.

  But what shocked him was that he had also fallen for it at some point, in the same spot on his chest.

  Everyone only heard two loud crashes, and the two people on stage flew back separately, their bodies staggering.

  "Haha! My Iron Shirt skill has reached perfection, you can't hurt me no matter what." Zhang Hao Ran patted his chest, with a face full of indifference.

  The clothes on Ye Chen's chest had been shattered, he lowered his head to look, the tough and dense muscles were covered with a jade-like luster, on which a layer of frost was covering, as soon as the inner energy shook, it quickly dispersed, falling off one after another, like crystal powder.

  He raised his head and Ye Chen said: "You didn't hurt me either."

  Zhang Hao Ran's face turned ugly, "I didn't expect you to have practiced a powerful body-refining technique, I really underestimated you. But this punch, you will definitely lose."

  "Roar of the Tiger Fist!"

  Compared to a few months ago, Zhang Haoran's mastery of the Tiger Roar Dragon Fist was even more refined. A majestic blue airflow converged outside his palm, emitting bursts of tiger roars, and then pulled out a dazzling light tail that struck Ye Chen, like a flying dragon soaring into the sky.

  His feet parted, Ye Chen's right fist pulled back, and he growled in his heart: "My current strength exceeds 10,000 jin, even a large elephant can be killed. Today, you will be the first person to experience it!"

  Hiss!

  Bow-step launch fist, Ye Chen's fist is more formidable than any weapon, instantly tearing through the air, compressing a thin layer of air film in front of his fist, constantly tightening.

  Two fists collided, Zhang Hao Ran was shocked and flew out backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.