From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

Xu Yang had been watching the match on the stage from a corner. Before he was thirteen, he had always been a dazzling genius and the pride of his family. But after he reached the peak of Dark Force, he didn't know why his cultivation had stopped progressing.

He longed to become a dazzling genius again, but...

Xu Yang looked toward Zhang Yu under the shade of a tree, where Li Feifei was giving him a sweet shoulder massage.

Dissipation of power?

Really useful?

Should we trust him?

The second round of the competition was quickly completed across three arenas.

In the third round, Zhang Yu drew number 5, and it was soon his turn to play.

Upon arriving on the arena, Zhang Yu noticed that his opponent had not yet appeared.

"Those who draw token number 5, come to the arena immediately. Failure to do so within the time limit will be considered a forfeit," a deacon presiding over the arena shouted.

"This disciple abstains!" said a disciple of the Star Court.

Zhang Yu blinked, and after the steward announced his victory, he walked off the stage listlessly.

The prestige established in the first two matches had already led the subsequent disciples to voluntarily forfeit and surrender.

"Senior Brother Zhang Yu is awesome!" Li Feifei had just shouted when the female disciple who had offered Zhang Yu the sachet immediately echoed her, her voice even louder than Li Feifei's: "Senior Brother Zhang Yu is the most handsome!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Yu is number one in the entire academy!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Yu punched Yun Gui and kicked Xing Fa..."

For a moment, all that could be heard were the voices of female disciples.

They could never forget the scene of Zhang Yu casually tossing a Yonghua Pill to Li Feifei.

Men will never understand women's desire and obsession with beauty.

The fourth round of draws soon began, and this round will determine the top eight.

Zhang Yu drew number 1. He stepped onto the arena, and the female disciple's voice, which had just stopped, rang out again.

"Go Zhang Yu!"

Jiang Canglan looked at the number 1 plate, took a deep breath, and then resolutely stepped onto the arena.

He dared not utter harsh words or mockery like Ma Xuan, but instead looked at Zhang Yu with a solemn expression, clasped his hands in greeting: "Jiang Canglan, Chonggang Academy!"

Zhang Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Pan Shi Academy, Zhang Yu!"

Game start.

Jiang Canglan did not rush to attack, but instead assumed a defensive stance.

Zhang Yu's "Following the Wind" move was so impressive that Jiang Canglan believed he couldn't break it. He thought that once Zhang Yu used it, he wouldn't be able to hit him at all.

Therefore, there is only one way to defeat Zhang Yu: defend and counterattack.

Zhang Yu looked at Jiang Canglan, who was solemnly assuming a defensive posture, and touched his nose. "Since you're not going to make a move, then I will. It's so sunny and hot; it's much cooler under the shade of a tree."

Zhang Yu wasted no more time. In a flash, he appeared in front of Jiang Canglan and unleashed a powerful strike to his chest.

"So fast!" Jiang Canglan exclaimed in surprise.

He knew it was impossible to completely block Zhang Yu's punch; its power and speed exceeded his reaction and endurance capabilities.

Jiang Canglan's eyes flashed with determination. He did not defend against Zhang Yu's punch with all his might. At the critical moment, he swayed his body three inches to the side, dodging the blow to his chest and using his shoulder to take the brunt of Zhang Yu's punch.

At the same time, his palms slammed towards Zhang Yu's chest like giant waves carrying immense force.

Heavy Palm Killing Move: Giant Waves Crashing Ashore!

"Good!" The elder of Chonggang Academy on the high platform had already understood Jiang Canglan's intention and shouted, "A contest is not just about brute force, but also about wisdom. Jiang Canglan's move was well executed. He traded injury for injury, exchanging a shoulder injury for his opponent taking a huge wave crashing against the shore. This time, Zhang Yu will undoubtedly lose."

Several elders nodded in agreement after hearing this, as they also thought so.

Shi Cangyue glanced at Chang Wei: "Chang Wei, dare to make a bet? If my disciple Zhang Yu loses, I'll give you a Breakthrough Pill. If your Chonggang Academy's Jiang Canglan loses, give me your bottle of 500-year-old stalactite liquid. Do you dare to bet?"

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Chang Wei said.

Among the disciples watching around the arena, some with sharp eyes and quick minds instantly understood Jiang Canglan's intention, and immediately shouted, "Senior Brother Jiang Canglan is going to win! Zhang Yu's match ends here!"

On the arena.

Zhang Yu remained calm and did not change his moves.

Jiang Canglan's face lit up with joy, and he thought to himself, "It's done!"

boom!

boom!

The two hit each other almost simultaneously.

Jiang Canglan's left shoulder shattered instantly, and his body staggered as he flew out. Just before he was about to leave the arena, he forced himself to stop, his left shoulder drooping, blood spurting from his mouth, as he knelt on one knee at the edge of the arena.

Looking at Zhang Yu again, he had taken a solid blow to the chest from Jiang Canglan's Giant Wave Slam, but his body only swayed slightly and he didn't even take half a step back.

Most importantly, there was no damage to his chest.

"This, this... how is this possible? That's the killing move of the Heavy Gang Palm, Giant Wave Crashing the Shore! Why is Zhang Yu completely unharmed?" The first to be shocked was the disciple below the arena. He had just said that Zhang Yu was bound to lose, but he was proven wrong in the next second.

Jiang Canglan on the stage showed little surprise, because he knew he was wrong when his palm struck Zhang Yu's chest.

It was like hitting an iron mountain; the feeling of being powerless to move it shattered his Dao heart.

"Can you tell me what that is?" Jiang Canglan asked, looking into Zhang Yu's eyes.

"The Rock-Transforming Mountain Technique and the Iron Shirt Technique," Zhang Yu said.

"Thank you!" Jiang Canglan turned to the steward and said, "I concede!" Then he staggered and jumped off the stage.

hum...

The disciples all looked surprised upon hearing Zhang Yu's words.

"The Rock-Covering Mountain Technique, Iron Shirt Technique, Gentle Breeze Technique—just how many martial arts techniques has he practiced? And each one must be at least at the Perfected stage, otherwise he wouldn't be able to unleash such power."

"Is he human?"

"Could this be the true prodigy?"

……

On the high platform, Chang Wei had a gloomy face, while Shi Cangyue was smiling and holding a bottle of five-hundred-year-old stalactite liquid: "Thank you for your generosity, Elder Chang."

"Did you already know that Zhang Yu had practiced Iron Shirt and even reached the perfection level? No, not just perfection, just now it seemed like there was a flash of black light, and he even comprehended the rudimentary form of the true essence of Iron Shirt martial arts." Chang Wei glared at Shi Cangyue and roared.

"You guessed right, he's my apprentice, of course I know. Blame it on your stupidity, hahaha..." Shi Cangyue has always been this arrogant.

"you……"

"What? Chang Wei wants to practice? I'm itching for a fight." Shi Cangyue stared at Chang Wei provocatively.

Knowing he was no match for Chang Wei, he could only swallow his anger in the end.

……

"Senior Brother Zhang Yu is awesome!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Yu is number one in the entire academy!"

The female disciples began to cheer, drowning out Li Feifei's voice.

"A bunch of little sluts!" she cursed under her breath.

Su Wan, who was standing nearby, overheard this and said, "You have the nerve to talk about others? You're the most shameless one."

Li Feifei turned her back on Su Wan and went to greet Zhang Yu, who was walking off the stage: "Senior brother, are you injured? Are you tired? Are you thirsty?"

Su Wan, standing behind her, gritted her teeth in anger, wishing she could bite Li Feifei: "Shameless!"