At last, the final of the Wuho City Tournament arrived. Several hours before the tournament began, the spectator stands were already completely full, even becoming crowded to the point of congestion. This clearly showed the immense enthusiasm of the audience, all eager to witness the champion of this year’s Wuho City Tournament. Eight remaining participants were already present. Among them were two from the Lin Family, two from the Xin Family, Chu Yan, Hu Ming, and two independent young cultivators—one of whom was Wang Chen. The spectators erupted into cheers, filling the arena with excitement and bringing the tournament atmosphere to its peak. “Brother Wang Chen, I won’t lose to you,” Chu Yan said with a proud and confident smile. From watching Wang Chen’s previous matches, Chu Yan knew that Wang Chen had yet to reveal his full strength. He could tell from Wang Chen’s relaxed expression during battle. This only made him even more excited for their eventual clash. He wanted to see

This time, Chu Yan would face Xin Chen. They stepped onto the arena, each preparing their own weapon. The match began.The two charged at each other.Chu Yan’s flaming fist collided with Xin Chen’s steel staff, sending fierce gusts of wind rippling through the surroundings.They continued exchanging blows for several moments before retreating simultaneously to create some distance. Although the strikes from Xin Chen’s steel staff were extremely heavy, with the strength of his physical body, Chu Yan was still able to withstand them.Xin Chen slammed his staff into the ground. Suddenly, the earth rose beneath Chu Yan, clamping tightly around his legs and preventing him from moving.Xin Chen swiftly dashed toward Chu Yan and swung his staff horizontally at Chu Yan’s waist.With sharp reflexes, Chu Yan quickly ducked. Then, with a flaming fist, he struck Xin Chen squarely on the chin, sending him flying several meters away, his body scorched by burns.Chu Yan smashed the earth that was gr

Now Chu Yan had to face Wang Chen. He could clearly see that although Wang Chen assumed a simple stance that appeared full of openings, for some reason Chu Yan’s instincts told him that he could not touch Wang Chen at all. The aura emanating from Wang Chen was overwhelmingly dominant, causing Chu Yan to swallow nervously. “Please give me your guidance, Brother Wang Chen.” “Please give me your guidance.” Chu Yan was the first to attack. Wearing iron gauntlets wrapped in raging flames, he shot forward and threw a punch straight at Wang Chen. Wang Chen responded with a single punch of his own. The two fists collided, sending a powerful gust of wind surging outward. Chu Yan was shocked to discover that Wang Chen had countered his flaming punch using nothing but pure physical strength. Chu Yan launched several more attacks, but the result was the same—every strike was blocked by Wang Chen with physical strength alone. Chu Yan retreated a few steps and let out a long breath. “You’

There were twenty Martial Spirit–level cultivators currently following Chu Yan and Wang Chen. Two of them were late-stage Martial Spirit cultivators and served as the leaders of the group. They were assassins hired by three great families to eliminate Chu Yan—more precisely, Chu Yan alone. Wang Chen became a target simply because he was traveling together with him. Lin Jun and Fu Tong were the strongest cultivators among them, constantly monitoring Chu Yan and Wang Chen from a safe distance. They planned to ambush their targets once they ventured deeper into the forest, where they could attack freely without fear of being discovered. “You bastard! You’re the stupid one! You shameless outsider!” “What do you mean? Damn it! A brainless young master like you should just die!” Suddenly, they saw Wang Chen and Chu Yan arguing fiercely. The two of them were hurling insults at each other, looking as if they were about to come to blows at any moment. “They’re fighting?” “That

“Good job, Brother Chu.” Wang Chen landed in front of Chu Yan. “Haha, I should be the one saying that. After all, I didn’t do much—you were the one who took most of the action.” Chu Yan looked at the corpses of the mercenaries. Wang Chen merely gave a simple smile in response. “Then it’s time to collect the spoils.” Wang Chen grinned broadly, and the two of them began gathering the mercenaries’ possessions. Ye Yuan looked at Lan Jun’s corpse. His head had a hole in it, his brain completely destroyed, yet the lightning bullet had not pierced straight through his skull. An ordinary energy bullet from Ye Yuan’s rifle could easily penetrate even the strongest tank on Earth, yet this lightning bullet—already enhanced—had failed to completely pierce Lan Jun’s head. This clearly showed how terrifying the physical resilience of a Martial Spirit cultivator truly was. In the world of cultivators, even ordinary, untrained humans possessed physiques far stronger than even the most high