The War of the Gods in the Great Void God King

"Isn't that the disciple without spiritual roots?" an inner disciple asked, looking at Jiang Fan.

"Why did Elder Zhang let him go up? Wasn't he just being sent up as a sacrifice?"

"Hmph, they probably feel they haven't embarrassed themselves enough and want to end this quickly."

"What a pity, he's probably going to get his arms and legs broken if he goes on stage."

A murmur arose from the audience, and the disciples of the Yangchun City Martial Sect, upon hearing that this person had no spiritual root, burst into laughter.

On the arena, the victorious disciple from the Yangchun City martial arts sect was momentarily stunned to see that his opponent was a young man devoid of any spiritual energy. He then revealed a disdainful expression and said:

"Hey, are you sure you want to fight me? I won't hold back. If I accidentally cripple you, don't blame me for not warning you."

Jiang Fan stood in the center of the arena, glanced at him, and simply uttered two words: "Begin."

His voice was clear and calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Enraged, the martial arts disciple snorted coldly and said:

"You ungrateful wretch, then let us show you the might of our martial arts sect!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot on the arena and shot out like lightning. His fists were clenched, and his spiritual power surged, creating a whistling sound as he headed straight for Jiang Fan's face.

This punch was powerful and heavy, clearly showing that the person was really angry and wanted to teach this arrogant good-for-nothing a lesson.

Jiang Fan neither dodged nor evaded; he only moved when the fist was about to strike him.

He didn't mobilize any spiritual power, relying purely on his physical strength, and simply met the attack with his right fist.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking the leather.

The scene that Jiang Fan was expected to be blasted away by a single punch did not occur.

On the contrary, the martial arts disciple felt an indescribable force coming from the opponent's fist, which made his arm go numb, his blood surge, and he was uncontrollably forced to take two steps back, his face full of astonishment.

The entire audience was taken aback.

Everyone rubbed their eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

A cultivator at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, with a full-force punch, was actually met head-on by a mortal and was even forced back.

Previously, Jiang Fan smashed the demon python's head with a single punch. Considering it was luck, how can this be explained?

Zhang Tao squinted his eyes and leaned forward slightly.

Ye Qingxian also sat up slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Ling Feng, the male disciple behind her, frowned slightly and whispered, "Senior sister, this person's physical body... is quite interesting."

On the arena, the martial arts disciple was both shocked and furious, and instantly felt humiliated.

He let out a low roar, and his attack became even more ferocious, crashing down on Jiang Fan like a storm.

Each strike was accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, clearly demonstrating that the attacker had pushed their strength to the limit.

However, Jiang Fan was like a rock, unmoved by any storm.

His movements were simple and unadorned, without any frills, yet they contained an indescribable charm, which was the most essential application of absolute power bestowed upon him by the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of impacts echoed across the arena. Jiang Fan withstood the opponent's ferocious attacks, remaining as steady as a mountain. In contrast, the martial arts disciple grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, feeling as if his opponent's power was a bottomless abyss, his own attacks vanishing without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

After several moves, the martial arts disciple was panting heavily, his spiritual energy greatly depleted, while Jiang Fan remained calm and composed, his breathing steady, though his clothes were disheveled.

"How is this possible?!" The martial arts disciples were shocked, and their confidence wavered.

Just then, Jiang Fan made a move.

He seized an opportunity when the other person wasn't paying attention, and with a swift movement, he closed in instantly.

It was still a simple and direct punch, without any spiritual power, yet it was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely on the chest of the martial arts disciple.

There was no scream. The disciple's body stiffened abruptly, his expression frozen in shock and pain. Then, his feet left the ground, and he was carried backward by that terrifying force until he crashed off the stage. Only then did he let out a muffled groan of pain. He struggled for a few moments but couldn't get up for a while.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had seen a ghost.

After withstanding dozens of relentless attacks from his opponent, this disciple, who was considered a waste and had no spiritual roots, knocked a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator off the stage with a single punch, rendering him unable to fight.

This completely overturned their understanding of cultivation. Without spiritual power, relying solely on physical strength, one could so easily crush cultivators.

Zhang Tao's pupils suddenly contracted, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the armrest of the seat bulged.

He was filled with doubt and unease: "Just how strong is this kid, hiding his true abilities?"

At the same time, he was also glad that he had given Jiang Fan the Gathering Qi Powder, a drug that could control people. No matter how fast Jiang Fan's cultivation level increased, he could not escape his grasp.

On the high platform, Ye Qingxian put down her teacup, and for the first time, a genuine look of interest appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The female disciple behind her gasped, covering her mouth, "Senior sister, look at him..."

Ling Feng abruptly stood up, staring intently at the slender gray figure on the arena, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Such a powerful physique, such exquisite power generation techniques!"

"Senior sister, this boy is no ordinary person. He has honed his physical strength to such an extent that many cultivators who specialize in body cultivation would find it difficult to achieve!"

Ye Qingxian nodded slightly, a hint of admiration appearing on her cool face. "Hmm, calm and composed, unflappable in battle, and physically strong... This young man truly possesses some extraordinary talent. It seems this trip to the Daoist sect wasn't in vain."

For the first time, her gaze truly lingered on Jiang Fan, no longer sweeping over him like dust, but examining a rough, unpolished gem.

Below the arena, the Taoist disciples, recovering from their extreme shock, erupted in thunderous cheers and shouts.

Their gazes toward the figure on the ring were filled with fervor and adoration.

This person, who was once ridiculed and despised as a useless person without spiritual roots, has now become a hero of the Taoist sect.

Jiang Fan stood in the center of the arena, slowly retracting his fist, his face still expressionless.

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the bustling crowd and the elders with their varied expressions, finally settling on the fairy from the Yuntian Sect in the guest seats.

Ye Qingxian met his gaze and nodded slightly, which was considered as her approval.

Jiang Fan spoke slowly, his voice clearly echoing throughout the silent training ground, addressing Zhang Tao on the high platform, and said calmly:

"Master, may I continue?"

Zhang Tao nodded slightly, signaling Jiang Fan to continue.

Jiang Fan's gaze shifted to his next opponent.