People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

He knows a little bit about everything.

Bajiquan Iron Mountain Lean wasn't Chongyue's most frequently used martial art, but that didn't matter. To him, there were no martial arts he wasn't proficient in, only those he used infrequently. The reason he used this move at this moment, needless to say, was to pay homage to Jeston.

An eye for an eye. Just as Jeston had used this move to counter his attack, Jeston returned the favor with the same move, demonstrating the respect between martial artists.

Of course, some people may take it as a provocation in teaching forehand and backhand, but Chongyue himself did not mean it that way.

The reason why this move was made so quickly was naturally because Chongyue had read Jeston's thoughts first.

Who is Chongyue? A martial arts master, truly invincible under heaven, a pinnacle of individual combat power where the higher one climbs, the lonelier it gets. Even disregarding the divine power of [Shuo], simply calling him the pinnacle of mortal combat power would be somewhat of an understatement. Chongyue understood Jeston's intentions perfectly the moment his gaze fell upon his waist.

That's experience!

Without him, only familiar with you!

Unlike Chongyue, Jeston does not have the ability to forcibly change tactics. He launches sudden attacks to catch opponents off guard, and therefore, in his pursuit of extreme speed and power, he leaves himself no room for adjustment or change.

And so, a scene that seemed magical to Ernst on the stage, the arena manager, and Hinterlea, who had just returned, unfolded.

Jeston lunged forward with incredible speed, then headbutted Chongyue's shoulder and arm, which were already in a ready-to-strike stance.

【elbow】

In an instant, Jeston's hastily formed armored skin shattered upon impact. Before he could react, Jeston felt a surge of immense force coming from the front, as if a high-speed train with its accelerator fully depressed was hurtling straight at him, shouting:

"Praise be to the Emperor! One seat in another world!"

What? This is Terra too?

That's great, let me find where Seraphim is... What did you say, a warp archdeacon? How far have I been thrown by that elbow, all the way to Sami?

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Chongyue stopped.

The military officer provided timely commentary:

"Exert only three-tenths of your strength and hold back seven-tenths, controlling your movements with ease. This is also what distinguishes a grandmaster from other martial artists."

At the same time, Chongyue also reached out and pulled up Jeston, who was still flying back several meters even though he had already withdrawn his strength.

“Mr. Jeston, it seems I have won this round.”

Jeston felt dizzy, but his mind was unusually clear. He barely opened his eyes to look at Chongyue and tried to raise his hand to hold Chongyue's hand, but he felt powerless.

It's not that he's really powerless, it's just that if he were to stand up at this moment, wouldn't he have to think about what would happen to him afterward?

Jeston is not someone to be trifled with. If he is really pushed to the limit, he only needs one move to make Chongyue kneel down and beg him not to die!

To avoid the embarrassment of having to beat Chongyue so badly that he couldn't take the hit, it would be better to stop here, endure the humiliation, and just lie on the ground and not get up.

Just as Jeston closed his eyes, intending to feign unconsciousness, a soft gasp suddenly rang in his ears.

“Stand up, Jeston.”

The voice was gentle yet strong, and seemed incredibly familiar, but upon closer inspection, Jeston realized that he had never actually heard it before.

He was startled and was about to ask a question when he realized that he was on the arena with only Chong Yue by his side. Where did such a call so close to his ear come from?

Damn it, Chongyue punched himself and now he has tinnitus and auditory hallucinations. Does that count as a work injury?

Before Jeston could even calculate his workers' compensation, and noticing his inaction, the voice rang out again:

“Stand up, Jeston Williams. I am ya..... Yeragand.”

What's going on with this slightly strange sound transition?

The punch had jolted him awake, clearing his head and making him feel much more lucid. This was a thought that came to mind instinctively. However, the next second, he suddenly realized what had happened, abruptly opened his eyes, and with a somersault, leaped to his feet, shouting:

"yeah!"

"It's Jeragand!"

Jeragand's voice corrected.

“Jesston, don’t be afraid. Fight him, I’ll help you.”

Jeragand couldn't stand it any longer either.

At first, He was a little unsure, but after He carefully sensed it just now, the person opposite Him clearly carried the aura of His own kind. Although He didn't know why, the aura had a somewhat ambiguous feel to it. But even if the person opposite Him wasn't a giant beast, He was at least an immortal!

For someone like him to fight against Jeston, who is just a mortal, is somewhat like bullying the weak.

What, do you think I, Sherag, have no one to rely on?

Shelag has no great generals, so Jeragand himself will take the lead! Best wishes!

"You've been enhanced, get going!"

Upon hearing these words, Jeston immediately felt a surge of power flowing into his body.

In that instant, his back pain disappeared, his legs stopped trembling, and his entire body seemed to be filled with boundless energy. He wanted nothing more than to shout, "I'll take on ten of them!"

Of course, he wouldn't ask why the great god Yeragand was intervening in this duel at this moment; that would be the act of a clueless, idiotic straight man.

He only needed one sentence, one sentence, to reply to Yeragand and to tell Chongyue his determination!

Jesston grinned and exhaled a puff of white air:

"war!"

P.S.: Today's updates will be a bit late because I was forced to go home. I don't know what the custom is, but we usually sweep tombs during Qingming Festival, right? This year, my family called and said we can't sweep tombs during Qingming Festival, and I have to come back a week early to do so. It seems we're not following the traditions of the older generation.

There will be another chapter later, so you can go to sleep now and read it tomorrow.

Chapter 376: News Spreads Out, Chongyue Narrowly Defeats Jeston!

After taking a sip of her cola, Hinterlea looked at the situation on the field with some surprise:

"Jesston seems quite eager to fight?"

Ernst nodded in deep agreement:

"Indeed, why is Jesston so eager to fight?"

It wasn't that Ernst looked down on Jeston. Since arriving in Sherag, Jeston had, while not to the point of exhaustion, certainly worked diligently and conscientiously. This was evident from the fact that Actos had never approached Jeston once since Ernst began recruiting him.

Jeston certainly has considerable expertise in clerical work. But Ernst never expected him to have such a high level of fighting spirit.

The one you're facing isn't Saria. Besides, in this timeline, Settina doesn't have the famous scene of knocking out Jeston with three punches. Even if you did run into her, it wouldn't trigger a revenge buff, right?

I saw you two meet when the expo was held.

Moreover, fighting spirit is one thing, but Jeston, are you really that good?

According to the rules given by Chongyue, in the first round, he defends and Jeston attacks; in the second round, he attacks and Jeston defends; in the third round, both sides use their special skills to fight head-on, and the best of three rounds wins.

In the first round, whether it was out of consideration for personal relationships or because Chongyue truly meant it, he conceded a round. In the second round, Jeston was completely overwhelmed by a single powerful strike, and from that point on, Ernst had already lost much hope in Jeston.

In the second match, it was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that he was completely outmatched. There was a clear difference in skill between the two players. In fact, Jeston's "win" in the first match was somewhat questionable. If Chongyue hadn't held back and had truly traded injuries for injuries, as Jeston initially suggested during the match, the iron spikes that shattered into dust might not have been the ones Jeston had used.

Ernst could see it, so Hinterlea could naturally see it too. If Hinterlea could see it, there was no reason why Jeston himself, who was in the arena, couldn't see it.

The saying "the one involved is confused, while the bystander sees clearly" applies to chess. But in a real fight, after two rounds of combat, it's impossible to tell whether you can win or lose.

Ernst had actually wanted to stand up and say some nice words to stop the sparring. After all, if they really went head-to-head and Jeston got hurt, he didn't know if he would lose face, but he hadn't even earned any money since he came to Kazimierz yet, and he might have to pay out medical expenses, which was the main point.

Who doesn't live a frugal life? Even if you can use public funds, you still have to save money wherever possible.

But just as he was about to stand up by bracing himself on the armrest, Jesston suddenly did a somersault, shouting "Zhan!" which left all four people on and off the stage completely bewildered.

Ernst was worried that his employee might have been beaten senseless and wondered if he could seek compensation from Yan Guo for treatment.

Hinterlea was dumbfounded. How could Jeston have such courage? If it were her, she would definitely lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Anyway, it wasn't the first time she had done this when she was throwing matches, and she had no psychological burden at all.

The military officer was surprised that Jeston could regroup so quickly. He should have sensed the power of a grandmaster from that last move. In Yan Country, at this point, it wasn't unheard of for someone to immediately bow down and beg to become a disciple, or for someone to clasp their hands in surrender and dare to continue fighting—these were extremely rare. Even a martial arts fanatic would need time to regroup and devise a strategy.

After all, a martial arts fanatic is just obsessed with martial arts, not a real fool. Without planning, does he think he can defeat a master with a bunch of random punches?

A person like Jeston was truly beyond his imagination.

But he wasn't the most surprised; the most surprised was Chongyue himself.

Upon arriving in Kazimierz for the first time, this grandmaster, known for his composure and maturity, showed a surprised expression towards one person.

Having successfully read and hit Jeston with that Iron Mountain Strike, he had already basically judged Jeston's strength.

I don't know his lower limit, but his upper limit is definitely not as high as mine. He also lacks experience sparring with true masters. Although he could come up with a tactic to launch a sudden attack and catch his opponent off guard, he failed to conceal his eyes and movements. I saw through his disguise at a glance.

Although this is basically nonsense, it really is nonsense.

If Jeston's practical experience truly surpasses his own, then Chongyue shouldn't be confused and bewildered, but rather questioning his own existence.

Yet this person, who was inferior to him, now roared an indomitable battle cry at him.

His strength is unknown, but the excitement and fighting spirit contained in that shout of "fight" cannot be faked!

This is getting interesting.

Chongyue sighed inwardly and took the initiative to suggest:

"Doesn't Mr. Jesston need to rest?"

Jeston shook his head firmly:

"No need to rest, let's fight now!"

Hearing this bold reply, Chong Yue felt a long-lost sense of chivalry rekindle in his heart. He nodded and assumed a fighting stance once again.

Unlike his previous use of the Iron Mountain Lean stance, this time he placed his hands, one in front of the other, at his chest, perfectly level. His legs were in a side stance, his lower body stable and unmoving like a mountain.

Clearly, this is another defensive counter-attack move, but it's more aggressive than the previous Iron Mountain Lean.

Chongyue had to admit that after only the first two rounds against the Horn Peak, he hadn't even warmed up yet, but that didn't stop him from giving it his all to respond to Jeston's overwhelming fighting spirit. This was the greatest respect one could show to a challenger!

“Mr. Jeston, please.”

Jeston smiled slightly, and the next second, he had disappeared from the spot, leaving only two snowflakes falling.

Chongyue's eyes suddenly narrowed. Without saying a word, he immediately raised his hand and exposed his elbow, using the hard part of his joint to block forward. This move is usually very effective because the strength of a person's fingers is definitely not as good as that of a crutch. If it were a head-on collision, the elbow might be unharmed, but the opponent's fingers would already be fractured and deformed.

But he was facing off against [Limit Breaker: Jeston]!

As we all know, there are countless subspecies of Jeston. The eldest brother can transform into anything, so what's wrong with breaking through the limits a little?

Whoops, just kidding.

Jeston's hands are certainly not as strong as a mountain, but Jeston has more than just hands.

He also possesses Originium Arts.

The instant Chongyue raised his hand to block, Jeston, adorned with black steel knuckle dusters, launched a straight punch straight at him.

The human body is indeed amazing, but Chongyue's body is not strong enough to withstand steel for the time being. He reacted immediately, changing his move for the second time, from blocking to grappling. He opened his arms wide, directly opening his face, and turned to the side, trying to grab Jeston's arm.

He was stronger than Jeston, a fact he had already confirmed during the second round of their exchange.

Although Jeston demonstrated a speed that surpassed his second-round offensive pace this time, he remained confident in himself.

This capture should be a sure thing, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

However, it is also well known that on Terra, if you think something is going to happen, it is very likely that something will happen.

The moment Chongyue reached out and touched Jeston, he suddenly felt a chill.

The chill only lasted for a moment, but it did make Chongyue sense something was wrong.

He looked closely and realized that Jeston's arm was now covered in black iron and white frost.

Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt (Physical Enhancement Version)!

Chongyue immediately realized what had happened.

In the Great Wilderness City, it snows in winter. And when the temperature is low, if you rashly put your hands, tongue, or something similar on the icy iron railings, you will most likely encounter a scene that is well-received by the general public.

[A must-do activity in Northeast China – stick your tongue to the railing!]

Upon realizing what was happening, Chongyue immediately tried to pull back, but Jeston wouldn't give him that chance. He immediately reached out and tried to grab Chongyue's arm in return.

Chongyue's expression finally became more serious.

Faced with Jeston's flicking hand, this time he neither dodged nor avoided, but decisively switched from defense to offense, advancing as if retreating, his fingers curled into tiger claws, striking directly at Jeston's abdomen.

A confident smile appeared on Jeston's face. In his view, Chongyue's attack was bound to be futile. After all, his Iron Shirt technique was also there.

Do you even know what armor stacking is? Covering your body with an iron shell, becoming a happy tin can—as long as Chong Yue doesn't slap you in the face, how can he possibly harm him now that he's been strengthened?