Volume 1 Chapter 13 Iron Arm Counterattack, Unstoppable!

  Zhuo Wen's murderous intent had already arisen, and his body transformed into a black shadow that violently charged towards Zhuo Yifan.

  "Today, let this newborn calf know what it means to have a congenital spiritual realm! What is spiritual power!"

  Pupils dilate, palms clench, orange light flickers, two fists condense spiritual energy, momentum transforms into a roaming dragon, flashing out.

  Suddenly another king-level high-grade spiritual technique, Rising Dragon Fist!

  The power of Xianglong Fist is extraordinary, but only those who have reached the early stage of the Innate Spiritual Realm can learn it. When executed, it's like a fierce dragon rushing to the sky, with boundless power.

  Everyone in the arena held their breath at this scene. Zhuo Yan was clearly trying to put Zhuo Yi Fan to death!

  Zhuo Yifan narrowed his eyes, quickly calming down his soul, and feeling the overbearing power of the Ascending Dragon Fist.

  His body was in the midst of a violent spiritual wave, allowing the dark tide to surge forward, as unshakeable as a mountain. He lightly exhaled, and his aura coiled around his palm. With focused intent, he gazed at Zhuo Wen's changing fist trajectory, coordinating with his Body Tempering Technique. Suddenly, he made a swift downward motion, softly muttering: "Iron Arm!"

  "Boom!"

  As the shout fell, the fierce impact struck the iron arm again. The air shook slightly, and an invisible spiritual force slammed over, rolling with the air waves, and actually crashed out a muffled sound, this explosive force echoed throughout the Zhuo family's courtyard, as if Zhuo Yifan had already been killed in his hand.

  "Ah!......"

  However, Zhuo's heart-wrenching howl echoed out, accompanied by a cracking sound, and the bones of his right fist immediately shattered.

  Everyone's eyes widened and refocused on Zhuo Wen War, thinking to themselves: "Has this old man let up again?"

  "This move is Rising Dragon Fist, and when it explodes, it's at least over ten times stronger. This kid's defense is so high, what level has he actually reached? Is he really just a Body Refining cultivator?"

  Everyone was shocked.

  The mighty Rising Dragon Fist was utterly useless under the hard iron arm of the 20th-level Elephant Skin, and it was as weak as scratching an itch.

  Zhuo Yifan did not feel much pain. On the contrary, the counterforce caused by the Rising Dragon Fist made Zhuo Wanjie suffer a great loss.

  Looking at the arena, where the swollen right fist was blowing, Zhuo Wen's war cry echoed continuously. The audience below quickly rose up after a brief silence, and the shock that had not yet dissipated made everyone's astonishment surge again.

  Those who once despised and ridiculed Zhuo Yifan due to his spiritual quality now feel utterly ashamed.

  What kind of trash is this? The degree of body refinement, can actually beat the congenital spiritual realm's great perfection, the second master of the Zhuo family to such an extent. Among the young generation, who can achieve this?

  "My god! This is too perverted! The coming-of-age ceremony isn't even worth a fart, and the two old men have been beaten to this state. What can that Zhuo fatso do?"

  "By the way, who just saw Zhuo Yifan make a move? Why is it always Second Master who takes the initiative, while Zhuo Yifan hasn't even moved, yet it's Second Master who gets hurt?"

  "You don't get it! This is what a master looks like! If he can make his moves so easily seen by you, would he still be considered a master?"

  ……

  The loud noise shook the sky, and this sudden change left everyone at a loss.

  Zhuo Wen Tian stood beside Zhuo Mu, both of them looking at each other in dismay, with a mixture of smile and incredulity on their faces.

  Zhuo Hanlan stared blankly at the dark-skinned, resolute-eyed young man, a wave of sorrow surged up, causing her eyes to redden, and she finally wiped away tears, moved to the point of uncontrollable crying.

  "Lie Lang, have you seen? Our Fang Er has grown up."

  "What's going on? Has he eaten some kind of divine medicine?" Seeing this scene, Zhuo asked Tian in a daze. He was very familiar with his grandson's situation, and not only had he not taught Zhuo Yifan any spiritual techniques, but also hadn't even taught him combat skills. He had planned to wait until Zhuo Yifan reached the First Heaven Spirit Realm and understood how to use spiritual energy before teaching him. But Zhuo Yifan's performance today was beyond his expectations.

  "Could it be? Is there someone helping from above?"

  Looking at Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Wentai's eyes narrowed and he stroked his beard thoughtfully, unable to help but let out a long sigh. He found that the back of his grandson had suddenly become so mysterious.

  "How can this be... it's impossible!" Zhuo's face turned pale with pain, the situation was just like before, all his strength had been rebounded back, his eyes stared at Zhuo Yifan with a hint of ferocity, his slightly chubby body took a few steps forward, "I must cripple you!"

  "Kill!"

  He fiercely charged forward, moving like lightning, and in an instant he arrived in front of Zhuo Yifan. Under the shocked gaze of everyone, a stream of orange spiritual energy suddenly burst out from his body, condensing into an orange tiger. Its sharp teeth gleamed with a cold light under the backdrop of the orange spiritual energy.

  "It's actually a ferocious tiger formed by condensed spiritual energy!"

  Zhuo asked Tian, his eyes widened in shock, rushed onto the stage, "Actually forced to use Lingli Huahu, that's using Lingli to expand Lingli flow, risking meridian explosion, a move that consumes Lingli, can't be used unless absolutely necessary!"

  "It's over! Come and die!" Zhuo asked, with a fierce killing intent bursting out of his eyes.

  The majestic tiger let out a loud roar, bringing with it intense air pressure. The strong gust of wind blew through Zhuo Yifan's black hair, causing it to dance in the air. Yet, facing this powerful and ferocious tiger, Zhuo Yifan did not retreat. His calm and collected eyes locked onto the tiger, focusing all his attention on it.

  This attack has brought great oppression to the people.

  A loud roar of a beast, this fierce tiger suddenly pounced on Zhuo Yifan, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, with a ferocious expression.

  He clenched his right fist, his body slightly arched, like a nimble wild leopard, paused for a moment, and then shot out like an arrow off the string.

  Choose the hard one!

  "Idiot! This spiritual power is at least that of fifteen elephants!" Zhuo Wenti stomped his foot anxiously, staring wide-eyed as Zhuo Yifan rushed over. In his heart, he vowed: if his grandson showed even a hint of weakness, he would immediately take action to kill Zhuo Wenti and then go slaughter that dead fatty.

  What deep brotherly love, it's all nonsense! The grandson is gone, what's the point of being affectionate?

  Iron Fist!

  A low hum echoed in his mind, and Zhuo Yifan's fist transformed into a pale golden metallic skin quality as he charged forward, colliding with the spiritual power of the tiger amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd.

  Rumble!

  A tiger and a person collided in mid-air, instantly whipping up a fierce storm that sent the person flying again. In shock, he saw the young figure in the sky land steadily on the ground once more, just like the first time.

  On the other hand, everyone was shocked and looked at the spiritual power of the tiger in mid-air, which collapsed instantly like withering leaves!

  Zhuo's ferocious face suddenly relaxed, his complexion turned pale, and blood continuously flowed out of his mouth. He was no longer just injured on the outside; his spiritual power had been severely damaged, and his internal situation was a mess!

  The battle is over!

  A congenitally spiritual realm of great perfection, a powerful being who controls the eight trigrams, was actually defeated by a small junior who had cultivated his body to perfection. This is the shame of his life, an indelible stain that can never be erased.

  Hiss!

  Everyone gasped in unison, each and every one of them having goosebumps, as if they had just heard the most terrifying ghost story.

  If it can be said that the first success was accidental.

  The second success was accidental.

  And what about the third time?...

  This is simply a miracle!

  "How is this possible? A congenital spiritual realm strongman actually fell like this? Who can tell me, what just happened?"

  "Zhuo Wen is a ruthless man, how could he possibly show mercy to our young master?" A left-wing guard also wondered.

  "It's all over! Now that Chifuyu has become so strong, let's just surrender already... He must be the future head of the family..."

  "Yes! The last soul test was absolutely wrong! He is actually a peerless genius!"

  The right-wing forces saw the shocking creation of Zhuo Yifan, and none of them were not shaken in their military hearts, with a hint of betrayal.

  “……Is this my grandson? Great, great, great!” Zhuo Tian's eyes were filled with surprise and delight, having previously lamented the quality of his grandson's soul, only to now see him turn things around. Watching Zhuo Yifan create miracle after miracle, he couldn't stop smiling.

  Zhuo Wen's true intention was to defeat Zhu Yi Fan once and for all, cripple him, and take back the Ling Stone in the process. Who would have thought that he'd end up in such a miserable state? This is simply a slap in the face.

  After a while, Zuo Wen War, who had been defeated miserably, gradually regained consciousness.

  He lay on the ground in a sorry state, his eyes closed, his heart bleeding internally, his disheveled hair mixed with the blood on the ground. He faintly heard the mocking voices of people around him.

  He had heard such voices many times before. It was always someone else who was being ridiculed by Zhuo Yifan. He never thought that this time it would be himself.

  His face was burning with pain, every word, every phrase was like a sharp sword that pierced through his confidence and honor as the leader of the Zhuo family!