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

The incoming fist interrupted Zhang Lingyu's thoughts. His gaze refocused as he looked at the fist, which appeared to him to be crawling as slowly as an ant.

Afterwards, Zhang Lingyu's complex emotions calmed down a bit.

With such weak strength, it was impossible for him to kill the Four Madmen. According to the inside information he had gathered from Na Du Tong, there were only seven people in Hu Lin Mansion with signs of battle, and the deaths of six of them were fatal injuries caused by close combat.

Aside from Hu Jie and his son, who are presumed to have died from fratricide, the remaining four all died from broken cervical vertebrae.

In other words, the murderer dealt with the four madmen single-handedly. Even if there was the possibility of remote support through magical artifacts, the strength of the person directly engaged in combat could not have been low.

The belligerent man in front of him said he wanted to kill Xia He, probably to provoke him and make him go all out.

Even so, why does this genuine anger still burn so fiercely in my heart?

Zhang Lingyu clenched his fists; in this battle, he would show no mercy.

He was determined to utterly defeat this unknown assailant who was using his deepest secrets to provoke him!

Golden light shone from his body, and Xia Jie's weak fists were stuck outside the golden light barrier, unable to advance an inch.

The excruciating pain of shattered finger bones traveled along the nerves to the brain, serving as a stark reminder of the absolute disparity in raw power between the enemy and ourselves.

Xia Jie knew that this was the famous protective method of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, which cultivated both body and mind, the Golden Light Mantra.

Even though he had completely taken control of his body with his consciousness, using every muscle in his body to the extreme without regard for the consequences, and combining it with perfect power generation techniques to concentrate and release the power.

This massive punch, capable of killing a bull, was still easily reacted to and defended by Zhang Lingyu.

Even without Zhang Lingyu, the most outstanding member of the younger generation, it was easy to defend against even six-year-old Zhang Chulan after he activated his golden light.

The absolute numerical gap led to absolute adversity.

Xia Jie, having lost her idealistic power, was completely bound by the rules of matter.

Gene locks, limiters, divine preparations, internal energy, mental techniques, consciousness slashes, Cthulhu Xingyi Quan, mind's eye, intuition, the path of utmost sincerity, sword intent, microcosm, and all sorts of other idealistic techniques that he could have mastered, have now all closed their doors to him.

How can I win?

Xia Jie questioned her own heart.

Zhang Lingyu's counterattack could come at any moment, or it might have already happened.

An attack that exceeds the limits of neural reflexes will cause the person to die because they are unable to react.

Even though the furious Zhang Lingyu knew he should restrain himself, he was unaware that he was, in essence, an ordinary person.

Zhang Lingyu's furious attack would cause intense pain to ordinary superhumans.

For me at this moment, this is an irreversible death.

Xia Jie, whose consciousness was entering a state of enlightenment due to the impending crisis, was unaware that a growing golden fist shadow was being reflected in his unfocused pupils.

Xia Jie's time to die has come.

In other words, that's right!

Zhang Lingyu won!

Chapter 108 The Smallest Unit of Strength

What is my basis for believing that an ordinary person can quickly traverse a single 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?'

'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 and enlightenment."

'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 skill can prevent; my life's journey is nearing its end.'

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

In the brief moment of 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 now.'

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 priest shouted for medical personnel to enter the arena as he jumped into the arena and rushed toward 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.

"No way, 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 concede defeat 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 quite resilient; it won'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 gash 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 membership in 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 Old Celestial Master, the "leader of the righteous path," up close.

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!