Three punches shattered the demonic soul, young hero, I'm an honest man!

Wei Zheng said no more.

With a low shout, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

The spear in his hand transformed into a streak of blue light, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, and pierced straight into Pei Yun's chest!

The spear flashes like a dragon!

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Every movement is simplified to the extreme.

The angle is unconventional, showcasing the ruthless tactics honed through countless battles in the military.

Upon seeing this single shot, the soldiers of the Shence Army who were watching the battle erupted in thunderous cheers.

Yan Chongyue nodded slightly, a hint of approval on his face.

"The Breaking Formation Spear Technique truly lives up to its reputation!" Pei Yun chuckled.

Faced with this earth-shattering shot, he did not retreat but advanced.

His figure swayed slightly in the blink of an eye.

Like a willow swaying in the wind, it avoided the sharp spearhead at an incredible angle.

The spear barely grazed Pei Yun's clothes, and the resulting gust of wind made his hair flutter slightly.

Wei Zheng's first attack missed, but his spear thrusts continued unabated.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear shot out like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming at various vital points on Pei Yun's body.

In an instant, countless gun shadows and flashing cold light enveloped Pei Yun completely.

Despite the relentless onslaught, Pei Yun remained standing with his hands behind his back.

His figure flickered erratically amidst the dense barrage of gunfire, like a small boat adrift on a raging sea.

Despite appearing extremely dangerous, he always manages to defuse fatal attacks with a mere touch, using only a palm or a finger.

Pei Yun used the same ultimate technique he had rediscovered in the quiet room of the White Emperor Tower after recovering his cultivation that day—

Holding the moon, she folded her jade-like hand.

Gunfire was intense, and the wind howled.

Pei Yun's figure shifted and dodged among them, appearing somewhat disheveled.

To outsiders, the two seemed evenly matched, with Pei Yun even appearing to be subtly suppressed by Wei Zheng.

However, this scene caused Yan Chongyue, who was watching the battle from inside the tent, to gradually frown.

He was a seasoned veteran, and his insight was incredibly sharp.

Although Wei Zheng's attacks were fierce, Pei Yun's palm strikes and finger strikes always seemed to neutralize them perfectly.

Not a bit more effort, not a bit less risk.

That composed demeanor didn't seem like someone who was struggling to cope; rather, it was as if...

An absurd thought arose in his mind: This kid is using Wei Zheng as practice material!?

How is that possible?

Wei Zheng is a peak eighth-grade Xiantian general, a fierce warrior who fought his way up from the ranks!

A strange light flickered in Qin Lanfei's captivating phoenix eyes.

She picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and seemed quite interested in the scene before her.

Or rather, he was quite interested in Pei Yun.

On the field, Wei Zheng was unable to break through after a long period of attack, and his anxiety gradually grew.

With a loud shout, he changed his marksmanship once again.

Instead of pursuing subtlety, it embraces boldness and expansiveness.

Each shot carries immense force, aiming to overcome skill with brute force.

The shot was as fast as lightning, already reaching Pei Yun's face!

"Be careful!"

Zhang Quan and the others gasped in shock.

Many of the onlookers gasped in surprise.

This shot was unavoidable!

Pei Yun merely tilted his head slightly, the cold tip of the spear grazing his hair, a few strands of hair falling down.

He even had time to speak, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"General Wei's marksmanship is quite good."

"Unfortunately... it has plenty of killing intent but lacks agility, and has too many flaws."

Before he could finish speaking, just as Wei Zheng's offensive was at its peak, his old strength exhausted and his new strength yet to emerge, Pei Yun made his move.

Pei Yun pointed his fingers like a sword.

A faint, almost imperceptible, white glow, like the cool moonlight, emanated from her fingertips.

With a casual gesture, he pointed at a certain spot on the barrel of the spear that was thrusting towards him.

That spot was a tiny, insignificant point of stagnation in Wei Zheng's spear technique.

"clang!"

A clear, metallic clang rang out.

Wei Zheng felt an overwhelming force coming from the gun barrel, which made his hands go numb and his arms go weak.

The Broken Army sword in his hand almost flew out of his grasp!

The gun's momentum vanished instantly!

Wei Zheng was shocked and staggered back three steps.

Each step left deep footprints on the hard ground, barely allowing him to steady himself.

The color drained from his face, and his expression as he looked at Pei Yun was one of utter disbelief.

His spear technique, which he was so proud of and which was powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, was broken by Pei Yun's single finger with such ease!

How is this possible?!

"Again!"

Wei Zheng roared, suppressing the shock in his heart.

The spear's momentum changed again, transforming the thrust into a sweep, and the move "Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies" swept towards Pei Yun's waist with immense force!

The gunshot whistled through the air, threatening to cleave Pei Yun in two.

He doesn't believe it!

Pei Yun's figure remained elusive, but he no longer focused solely on dodging.

With outstretched hands, a shimmering white light flowed between the fingers and palms.

By using techniques such as deflecting, guiding, sticking, and shaking, they neutralized Wei Zheng's offensive one by one.

Pei Yun didn't even draw the Embroidered Spring Knife from his waist.

After a short while, Pei Yun felt that his "Moon-Holding Jade Folding Hand" had gradually become smoother and he had completely regained the feeling he once had.

Even worse!

The heat is almost done.

Pei Yun's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Seizing a fleeting opening, Pei Yun's figure flashed, closing in on Wei Zheng like a ghost.

Pei Yun's eyes were deep and calm, like a still well, yet they concealed an indescribable sharpness.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached Wei Zheng's ears.

"General Wei, clench your teeth... tighter."

Wei Zheng was taken aback.

His heart skipped a beat.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

Clenching your teeth?

What is he going to do?

A strange chill rose from my tailbone and shot straight to the top of my head.

He hadn't had time to think it through, or even to react.

With a hand that holds the moon and folds jade, a punch is unleashed!

This punch was unremarkable, lacking any earth-shattering force, yet it was incredibly fast!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Wei Zheng was struck as if by a heavy hammer and was instantly sent flying backward.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood while in mid-air.

Wei Zheng's face was filled with horror and disbelief.

The Azure Armor he wore was powerful enough to withstand a single blow from an ordinary peak-stage Innate Realm martial artist.

At this moment, a clear fist mark was punched into his chest by Pei Yun!

Fine cracks even spread around the fist imprint.

Wei Zheng fell heavily to the ground, struggled a few times, but was unable to get up.

He could clearly sense that Pei Yun had noticeably reduced his strength at the crucial final moment.

Otherwise, his condition at this moment would probably be more than just a surge of blood and qi and displacement of internal organs.

It's possible that all five internal organs were shattered!

Wei Zheng forcibly suppressed the churning blood in his throat, propped himself up on one side, his face filled with horror and disbelief, and spoke with difficulty.

"I... lost."

Pei Yun stood with his fists clenched, his clothes fluttering even without wind, his expression calm and serene.

The cheers of the Shence Army soldiers came to an abrupt halt.

The drill ground was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure in the center of the field, who appeared somewhat frail but now possessed an imposing and unyielding presence.

Yan Chongyue's smile had already frozen, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He had considered that Pei Yun might have some tricks up her sleeve, and might even be able to hold her own against Wei Zheng.

But he never expected it to turn out like this!

Wei Zheng was one of his most capable young generals.

He was defeated so decisively by someone with the cultivation level of the eighth-grade Innate Peak!

Even Pei Yun's victory wasn't by chance!

Even if it happened a thousand or ten thousand times, Wei Zheng would still lose without a doubt.

How could Pei Yun, a monster who crushes even the peak of the Innate Realm with his late-stage Innate Realm power, possibly exist?

Qin Lanfei's beautiful phoenix eyes sparkled with a strange light.

She lightly covered her red lips with her delicate hand and let out a faint laugh.

The laughter sounded exceptionally clear in the silent room.

"Thank you for your concession."

Pei Yun spoke calmly, breaking the silence.