Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 412 - 166: Domineering

"It’s set too high."

"Zhao Hao’s strength is formidable. As long as the sect’s true disciples and the talented scions of noble families don’t take action, with his lightweight skill, he stands invincible."

The elder surnamed Yang said leisurely.

He took a sip of wine, ate the fruit fed by a maid, and continued, "Keep using these odds going forward, don’t lower them anymore, give that youngster some benefit."

"Yes, sir."

The man responded, utterly surprised within.

He never expected Mr. Yang to have such a high evaluation of Zhao Hao, comparable to the level of the sect’s true disciples and the talented scions of noble families.

"I haven’t seen this lightweight skill before, there seems to be a hint of Ten Thousand Armies Blood Slaughter True Skill in it."

"It’s not just the Ten Thousand Armies Blood Slaughter True Skill, it seems to have integrated other lightweight skills as well, what astonishing comprehension."

The elder surnamed Yang watched the battle on the stage and mused secretly.

While Lin Zheyu’s lightweight skill had been cultivated to a superb level, there was still a visible inconsistency.

This inconsistency was not because of disharmony in usage.

But rather, the styles of different cultivation techniques were varied, and even when fused into one, different styles could still be seen.

The elder surnamed Yang noticed these subtle traces and guessed that Lin Zheyu’s lightweight skill was not a single powerful skill.

But was instead cultivated from the fusion of multiple lightweight skills.

At this point, he was more certain that the opponent was not a martial artist from a major power.

To cultivate multiple lightweight skills to such a superb level requires incredible energy and time.

Martial artists from major powers would never waste their time and energy on these techniques.

"No, such an unpolished gem cannot be handed over to that stupid bull."

"Isn’t it just a cultivation technique focused on Tyrannical True Intent? My Infinite Sect has it too, even if we don’t, we can have it." The elder surnamed Yang thought silently.

The more he watched the battle, the more satisfied he became with Lin Zheyu.

With his rich martial dao experience, he could see Lin Zheyu fighting effortlessly, clearly overpowering Luo Manghan.

"Hmm, has this kid finally had enough fun and plans to end the battle...?"

The elder surnamed Yang waved to a man not far away: "Go check Zhao Hao’s background, and also, call Bai Zhong over."

"Yes, sir."

...

"Hmph, you only dare to rely on your lightweight skill to play guerilla tactics. Do you dare to have a fair fight with me!"

Luo Manghan, growing increasingly frustrated, snorted coldly.

Although he was not skilled in lightweight skills, relying on his rich combat experience and battle intuition developed through cultivation, he could easily defeat martial artists proficient in lightweight skills.

As long as he stood still, remaining unchanged to deal with all changes, predicting the opponent’s attacks, he could easily defeat them.

However, the person in front of him was unlike any other martial artist skilled in lightweight skills.

His lightweight skill was terrifyingly extraordinary.

"As you wish!"

Lin Zheyu said calmly.

His combat style suddenly changed, a domineering aura surged from him, and thunderous booms erupted from his chest.

"Heh, going head-to-head, I’m not afraid of anyone!"

Luo Manghan saw the opponent foolishly listening to him and laughed heartily.

The Qi blood within his body surged violently, his muscular, steel-like body rapidly expanded, with veins and blood vessels bulging, akin to giant pythons coiling around him.

Besides cultivating the Divine War True Skill from the War God Sect, Luo Manghan also practiced body refining techniques.

With his formidable physique, his combat style was overwhelmingly reckless.

Rumble——

The tungsten steel-fisted glove tore through the air, glittering with golden radiance under the sunlight, accompanied by a thunderous roar.

Dong~~~~

His fist collided with the wolf fang club, creating a deafening boom, with invisible sound waves radiating from the two as a center, rippling all around.

Martial artists below the Bone Marrow Refining Realm who watched could hardly stand it, their faces changing drastically as they rushed to cover their ears.

"Damn!"

The moment the wolf fang club collided with the opponent’s fist, Luo Manghan’s once-confident face instantly changed.

He felt an unimaginably terrifying force directly crushing toward him.

This force was unbelievably strong, breaking through his physical defense like a knife through butter.

The hand grasping the massive wolf fang club was shaken so violently by the immense power that it burst open, followed by a cracking sound of fractured bones.

Luo Manghan knew the bone in his wrist had been damaged.

Bang bang bang——

He rapidly retreated, with the Qi blood within his body resonating loudly and flooding into his legs, each step causing the green granite to crack, leaving several fissures.

Bang——

Yet, even so, he still couldn’t stop retreating, ultimately stumbling out of the arena.

The scene was dead silent.