Long Yun saw the true face of the man in the black robe. He was a young man, appearing to be in his late thirties or early forties. His skin was taut and his muscles bulged, clearly indicating a cultivator who frequently trained his body. Long Yun and the man in black robes met eyes, and Wang Kuang said indifferently, "Kid, now I want to see what your strength is like?"
Wang Kuang took a step forward, and the ground instantly cracked with a sound. His speed was so extreme that Long Yun couldn't discern his figure for a moment. By the time he reacted, a fist was approaching his face. Long Yun crossed his arms, and the fist landed on his arms, sending him staggering back over ten meters.
Long Yun then saw the black robe fall to the ground, creating a deep pit. Had he been fighting with such a heavy robe on all along?
Now, with the black robe removed, Wang Kuang's strength was three times what it was before. This meant Wang Kuang was serious about Long Yun. Long Yun felt a pressure. He had only just begun cultivating. If not for Chen Tian's combat experience and techniques, he wouldn't even be able to handle Wang Kuang's previous state.
He was truly grateful to Chen Tian. Wang Kuang saw Long Yun easily withstand his punch and said in surprise, "It seems your physique and bloodline have awakened. Good, this will further aid in the resurrection of our master."
Wang Kuang thought this was the only logical explanation, as a mere mortal suddenly possessed such power, and formidable combat skills at that. He could only attribute it to inherited memories from his bloodline. Unfortunately, Wang Kuang was mistaken. This wasn't Long Yun's bloodline awakening at all. Long Yun could contend with Wang Kuang because his Mo Mu physique prevented him from being injured, though his body would still be affected and pushed back.
The invincible physique wasn't just a saying. None of the opponent's attacks could injure Long Yun in the slightest. Long Yun's only trouble was being forced to retreat a few steps. After all, he still lacked flexibility in his combat techniques. The experience Chen Tian taught him was Chen Tian's own, not truly his. Long Yun was not Chen Tian, and he needed to make Chen Tian's teachings his own to gain true experience.
At this stage, with his current situation, Long Yun faced Wang Kuang without any fear of losing. The Mo Mu Body was here, and Long Yun would remain unharmed until the end. Wang Kuang, however, was different. His injuries would take time to recover. As one gained strength, the other weakened, making it simple for Long Yun to win.
Long Yun's mind was filled with Chen Tian's teachings. He hadn't fully grasped this combat experience yet. Seeing Long Yun disregard him completely, Wang Kuang became enraged. He was distracted! They were in a battle!
"Please, be more serious!"
Wang Kuang attacked first, displaying the same burst of speed. This time, the power of his punch was increased. His previous strength was only thirty percent. Since thirty percent power hadn't injured the opponent, he decided to increase the intensity. This time, it was fifty percent power.
Facing the sudden punch, Long Yun reacted slightly faster than the last time. The same move wouldn't work on him.
As the punch approached his face, Long Yun extended both palms, striking consecutively. Countless palm shadows merged into one. As the palm strike unleashed, a fierce wind howled, moving with the speed of a gale. Fist met palm, and a deafening roar erupted. Waves of energy swept out, the ground shattered, dust billowed, and trees collapsed.
Merely the aftershock of their collision. At the center of the energy wave, both were stunned, looking at each other. Wang Kuang was shocked that Long Yun had managed to block his punch, a punch delivered with fifty percent of his power. Was the bloodline that powerful?
Here was a newly cultivated martial artist, and there was a martial artist who had cultivated for countless years. The difference between them should have been evident at this moment.
Was he dreaming?
Wang Kuang couldn't believe it. Long Yun was astonished by the Mo Mu Body. After a collision of this magnitude, he was completely unharmed, his body even in peak condition. It truly lived up to its name as an invincible physique.
Wang Kuang and Long Yun simultaneously increased their strength, both pushing back. To Wang Kuang's confusion, his arm was faintly trembling, while Long Yun was completely fine, as if the collision had had no effect on him.
How could it be possible to be unaffected by a collision of this level?
"Could it be that even his physique has awakened? The True Dragon Body, in terms of physical strength and recovery, is second only to the Ancestral Dragon. It seems that's the case."
"This is troublesome! I must unleash my full strength, or I won't have the confidence to bring him back."
Wang Kuang's eyes turned cold and serious. Long Yun knew what the opponent was thinking. It seemed he was about to go all out, as the previous collision made it clear that he couldn't defeat Long Yun without his full strength.
Long Yun showed no fear. He trembled slightly, and waves of energy emanated from him. A gentle breeze blew, and his aura was revealed. Compared to Wang Kuang's aura, this was like a small river meeting the ocean, instantly submerged.
Long Yun had only just begun cultivating and had entered the first realm, while Wang Kuang was in the fourth. The gap between them was three realms. Long Yun could contend with Wang Kuang due to the Mo Mu Body, which prevented any harm. No matter how powerful the attack, it couldn't injure him, and he wouldn't even die. Even if Long Yun were to self-destruct, his body could recover instantly.
This was the power of the Mo Mu Body.
"Heaven will perish, Mo Mu will not. The universe will cease, Mo Mu will not."
Long Yun was a being beyond the universe, unaffected by anything, truly invincible.
Wang Kuang adopted a fighting stance, his hands clenched into fists, his left fist in front and his right fist behind. He swung both fists together, sending over a hundred fist shadows flying towards Long Yun. Long Yun's hands formed claws, and he moved them repeatedly, unleashing countless claw marks. The white claw marks collided with the fist shadows, and a series of explosions ensued.
As the explosions subsided, Long Yun, using the cover of the blast, appeared before Wang Kuang and brought down a palm strike, aiming for his cheek. Wang Kuang raised his arm, opening his fist. Palm met palm. This time, it was Wang Kuang who staggered back, while Long Yun stood still, completely unharmed.
This meant that in this collision, Long Yun had the upper hand. He hadn't retreated, having forcefully dissipated the force and thus not being affected by the residual energy. This was thanks to the Mo Mu Body. Under normal circumstances, dissipating the residual energy from such a collision would require concentration, and dividing one's attention in a fight was a grave mistake.
The residual energy from such a collision caused minimal damage to a martial artist, and a few steps back were acceptable. The Mo Mu Body directly rendered him immune to damage, allowing Long Yun to ignore the impact of the fight and focus on dissipating the residual force.
Therefore, he didn't retreat. In the eyes of others, it appeared Long Yun had the advantage. The previous clash indicated that the opponent's strength was greater.
Wang Kuang's face showed annoyance. This guy seemed a bit difficult to handle.
His figure transformed into a beam of light, his speed now two levels faster than before. Over a hundred afterimages surrounded Long Yun. Long Yun looked at the afterimages, and Chen Tian's combat memories flashed in his mind. With a glance, he struck out with a palm, directly towards his left. Wang Kuang exclaimed in shock, "Impossible! How did you know I was here?"
Long Yun had spotted his true figure among over a hundred afterimages with just a glance. He couldn't believe it. This was the keen insight possessed only by veteran martial artists. How could this beginner cultivator have such incredible experience?
However, this was not the time to ponder. Facing Long Yun's palm strike, Wang Kuang unleashed a full-powered punch. Wang Kuang was a physical cultivator, specializing in body training. His martial arts realm was only the fourth. He cultivated both martial arts and his body, so his unleashed power far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists.
Facing Long Yun's palm strike, he shattered it with a single punch. Wang Kuang, standing his ground with all his strength unleashed, looked at Long Yun in disbelief. What in the world was going on with this guy?
Suddenly awakening his bloodline and physique, possessing combat experience and techniques comparable to seasoned martial artists, and instantly discerning his true form. His afterimages carried the same aura as his true body, indistinguishable. The fact that he had located him among over a hundred afterimages was simply not possible for a novice cultivator.
Even many disciples in the Extinguishing Heaven Pavilion couldn't perceive it, yet Long Yun had, and without hesitation, had attacked.
"Aren't you going to help? What are you watching for?"
Wang Kuang knew he was no match for Long Yun and immediately called for backup. The group of black-robed figures who had been watching from the sidelines quickly reacted and joined the fray, surrounding Long Yun.
Facing the encirclement of everyone, Long Yun said coldly, "Are you shameless? A bunch of people fighting one? Aren't you afraid your Extinguishing Heaven Pavilion will lose face if this gets out?"
His words made everyone look embarrassed. Their actions were indeed quite dishonorable for the reputation of the Extinguishing Heaven Pavilion.
"Kid, no matter what you say, it's useless. We're ganging up on you, so what can you do? If you have the ability, call for backup!"
"Besides, this is the Dark Realm, not the Illusionary Demon Continent. Once we capture you, who will know about this?"
Wang Kuang spoke with a logical tone. Long Yun suddenly felt that he made a lot of sense.
Only he knew about such a shameless act. If he were captured, who would know?
A dead man would tell no tales.