Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

What is my basis for believing that an ordinary person can quickly traverse a one-person universe?

"It's a form of mental power, but I've already sealed it away."

"So, as a truly ordinary person, what gives me the confidence to believe I can quickly dominate the universe?"

"I possess the wisdom to understand all things, yet I chose pure individual violence."

"So, as an ordinary person who gave up the opportunity to collectively develop civilization, how should I have passed the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?"

"Using language, strategy, and alliances, with my profound understanding of human psychology, it's not difficult to make all opponents willingly admit defeat through philosophical discourse."

"But I stubbornly chose to let power speak for itself, voluntarily stepping into this desperate situation I should never have entered."

"Because I came here to grow."

"But this mediocre self, bound by the rules of matter, is facing death, which no existing technology can prevent; my life's journey is nearing its end."

"Forget about winning, how am I supposed to live now?"

In a brief moment of sudden enlightenment, Zhang Lingyu's fist, enveloped in golden light and accompanied by a loud whooshing sound, arrived at Xia Jie's face.

Xia Jie's eyelashes were slightly bent by the golden light on her fist. Only then did the visual signal barely reach the brain through the nerve conduction speed of tens of meters per second, waiting for processing in the visual area of ​​the cerebral cortex.

"I understand."

Xia Jie began to lean back to dodge, but it was too late.

The initial speed of the dodge maneuver was nowhere near the speed of Zhang Lingyu's punch.

The next instant, his eyeballs exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Xia Jie's figure flew backward, crashing heavily into the wooden wall of the arena, stirring up a lot of dust.

Realizing what she had just done, Zhang Lingyu stood frozen in place, her trembling gaze focused on the right fist that had been thrown.

Crimson blood was slowly dripping from the golden Qi barrier.

It seems he... committed murder?

The guilt and fear of accidentally killing someone transformed into a chill that spread from the root of his spine, freezing his brain numb.

"Ah!!! Someone's dead!"

A chorus of screams erupted from the audience.

"Doctor! Where is the doctor!" Realizing what had happened, the Taoist shouted for medical personnel to enter the arena and jumped into the arena, rushing towards Xia Jie's location.

"Don't worry, my technique is special, this is just a minor injury for me!"

"The battle can definitely continue! I'm full of energy right now!"

Xia Jie slowly stood up, supporting herself with one hand. Her powerful voice resounded throughout the venue. With her other hand, she gently picked up the skull that Zhang Lingyu had knocked away and adjusted it to reattach it to the exposed brain.

This sight shocked the Taoist priest, and his charging steps came to a slow halt as if he had sunk into a deep, cold quagmire.

"Seriously, buddy, you call this a minor injury? Melody's skull is more intact than yours, right? Are you a zombie or the Terminator? You're fine with this?"

Not only the referee Daoist and Zhang Chulan couldn't hold back, but no one on the field could hold back after seeing Xia Jie's injuries.

They're not the bloodthirsty audience from Baki the Sea Tiger, so isn't this scene a bit too inappropriate for children or even adults?

If you didn't know better, you'd think you were in the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Not only the audience at the scene, but also the strange people who were watching the live broadcast of the four arenas on the back mountain burst into exclamations.

Those who brought children or younger relatives should quickly cover their children's eyes.

Even the Quanxing members who had killed and seen blood were shocked by Xia Jie's endurance, and a strong desire for the so-called "special techniques" quickly rose from the bottom of their hearts.

"Referee, I concede!"

"I give up too."

The not-so-brave Honey Badger Yiren was the first to admit defeat, followed closely by the monk, and both of them turned and ran away after admitting defeat.

They were clearly horrified by the bloody scene, which completely extinguished their will to fight.

Whether it's Zhang Lingyu, who can smash someone's skull with a single punch, or Xia Jie, who can stand up as if nothing happened even after losing her skull, they are both absolutely ruthless.

They didn't want to touch either of them.

The Taoist ignored the two who left and stared intently at Xia Jie, who had a bright and sunny smile.

Are you sure you can still fight?

"My soul is more resilient; it doesn't die so easily."

This is a lie. Although he has a strong will, his soul is actually only at the level of an ordinary person, and it would dissipate with a gust of wind once it leaves his body.

Xia Jie ignored the blood gushing from her forehead, pressed her skull and bounced around twice, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Zhang Lingyu and the medical staff, who were trying to approach him, were also frightened and took a step back.

"Hoo..." The Taoist took a deep breath, then announced loudly, "The match is suspended for two minutes. I need to check with the Celestial Master to see if the battle can continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist's phone rang. The caller was his senior brother, Rongshan.

The Taoist answered the phone, but instead of the deep, resonant voice of his senior brother that he remembered, he heard an old, aged voice.

"Old...Old Celestial Master?"

"Xiao Li, I've seen what happened on your end on the screen. I'll go over and take a look myself. Sigh, these young people these days are really troublesome. Can't they just give this old man a break?"

After the call ended, a few seconds later, Zhang Zhiwei walked in from the entrance of the arena. He took several steps and arrived in front of Xia Jie in a few strides. He gently placed his hand on Xia Jie's shoulder and channeled his true qi into Xia Jie's body.

The stadium quieted down as everyone whispered and waited for the result, with many raising their phones to take photos and videos to share on social media.

"Hmm... You're healthy and in good condition, you can continue... Hmm?"

The old master frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

This contestant has no Qi in his meridians or dantian, and his cultivation in both spirit and body is as weak as that of an ordinary person who has never cultivated.

"Young man, what about your cultivation level?"

Zhang Zhiwei's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the quiet audience to hear clearly.

"Cultivation...you mean Qi?"

Xia Jie wiped the bloodstains from her forehead, raised her head slightly, and looked directly into the eyes of the old celestial master.

Thanks to the extraordinary martial arts technique that Xia Jie comprehended with astonishing wisdom during her enlightenment—a technique that neither relies on the true qi of otherworldly beings nor on the power of idealism—the crack on Xia Jie's forehead has begun to scab over, and the gap caused by the loss of flesh is slowly healing after the bleeding stops.

"I've never practiced Qi cultivation, so isn't it normal that I don't have any true Qi in my dantian? Don't worry, I believe that ultimate wisdom and martial arts are a kind of acquired ability. You can treat me as an extraordinary person and don't need to hold back."

"If you're worried about accidentally killing me and having to take responsibility, then..."

"I, Xia Jie, hereby declare my allegiance to Quanxing!"

Xia Jie started the whole circle of mockery.

"What...!?"

The most shocked person present was neither Zhang Lingyu, who accidentally killed Xia Jie and then discovered that the body was still alive, nor the referee Taoist, who witnessed Xia Jie joining Quanxing and mocking the "leader of the righteous path" Old Master face to face.

It was Zhang Chulan in the audience.

He originally thought that Xia Jie's claim of being a "super ordinary person" was just a joke!

But can you blame him? An ordinary person comes to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and even claims that he will win the championship. Who would believe that?

The audience was equally bewildered.

No, what do you mean by "ordinary person VS superhuman"? How the hell do you dare to do that?

Am I dreaming?

"You... never mind, I won't delve into your little madness. Since you want to fight, let's continue."

After saying that, Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei gave the referee a look, then jumped onto the audience seats and sat next to Zhang Chulan, his gaze still steadily fixed on Xia Jie's forehead.

With his extraordinary self-healing speed and self-proclaimed status as a martial arts prodigy without Qi, perhaps this eccentric young man can divert the covetous eyes of the world from his disciple Zhang Chulan.

"I declare the match continue!"

The referee, having received instructions, first waved for the medical staff, who had been staring at Xia Jie as if she were a rare animal, to leave the field before announcing the restart of the match.

Even after leaping back to the referee's position, the Taoist was still somewhat dazed.

He had a strange premonition that the outcome of this battle between the superhuman and the ordinary was still uncertain.