Top-Tier Perception Starts From Basic Fist Techniques-Chapter 71.2: The Battle of Divine Strength! (II)

Yan Jiansheng's voice echoed through the hall. "If I had known earlier that you were a Divine Strength martial artist, I would not have sought trouble with you. But now that you have fought your way into the Blood Fiend Sect, we must decide superiority."

"Decide superiority?" Lu Changsheng shook his head. "No, this is about life and death."

In the next moment, Lu Changsheng charged at Yan Jiansheng like a beast that had lain in ambush. His first move was the Tiger Pounce Strike. Although it was a simplistic technique, its potential was extraordinary when executed by him. What he sought was pure speed and overwhelming force in that single pounce.

Clang!

As he pounced, a bright flash of white light cut through the air. Lu Changsheng had drawn his sword, its razor edge already hovering over Yan Jiansheng. No Organ Refinement martial artist could hope to evade such an attack. The most they could hope for was catching a glimpse of the blade before it cut them down.

However, Yan Jiansheng saw it clearly. In fact, the sweeping blade was not even particularly fast to his eyes. A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips. In the next moment, he reached out with lightning speed and clamped down on the blade.

Clang!

The entire hall froze. The sword shadows vanished without a trace. Everyone clearly saw Yan Jiansheng seize the sharp shortsword in Zhuang Shisan's grasp with nothing but his bare hand. The blade had split his palm open, but strangely, barely any blood flowed from his hand.

The elders stared wide-eyed. That was control, the absolute control a Divine Strength martial artist had over their own body! Yan Jiansheng was able to prevent bleeding from an open wound.

Lu Changsheng's Deathflash had failed once again. His speed had reached an astonishing height, yet Yan Jiansheng's reaction surpassed even that.

"It seems you have only just stepped into the Divine Strength Realm and still lack a clear understanding of it. Don't you know? The thing Divine Strength martial artists excel in the most is reaction speed. No matter how you can swing your blade, you can't wound someone of this realm."

Yan Jiansheng tightened his grip.

Crack!

The blade of Lu Changsheng's shortsword snapped instantly, pieces scattering across the floor.

"Do not rely on so-called fast swords or quick blades. They are useless. Come, use your fists and body. The strength of a Divine Strength martial artist lies in his body, in his fists, in his raw power. Today, either you kill me, or I kill you."

A faint blood-tinged glimmer surfaced in Yan Jiansheng's eyes. Excitement and hunger seemed to ripple beneath it.

Lu Changsheng glanced at the shattered blade on the floor and tossed aside the hilt. Indeed, he had already understood the moment Yan Jiansheng seized his blade. A Divine Strength martial artist had their consciousness infused into every inch of their flesh and skin, and so they could respond to anything with complete awareness. No matter how fast Lu Changsheng could strike, Yan Jiansheng could react the instant his flesh sensed even the slightest pressure.

A duel between Divine Strength martial artists wouldn't be decided by a single lethal strike or by who was faster with the blade. In this realm, speed meant little, and fancy techniques would not make a difference either. Only raw strength and physical resilience determined victory.

"As you wish."

With that, Lu Changsheng gave up on any unnecessary techniques and threw a direct punch.

Bang!

He used the simple Vajra Fist—pure and forceful. When he struck, the air seemed to compress, and a violent gust belatedly swept through the entire hall.

"Haha, excellent!"

Excited, Yan Jiansheng threw a punch of his own. Having reached the Divine Strength Realm for some time, his strength was naturally formidable. Following his breakthrough, he had undergone another round of marrow transformation and blood replacement, relying on the sect's foundation. Now, he bolstered the strength of twenty cauldrons. With such terrifying power, it was no wonder he intended to rule over Nanyang Prefecture.

BANG!

As their fists collided, a fierce shockwave burst outward, with the two of them at its center. The Organ Refinement martial artists turned pale.

"Retreat—"

They tried fleeing, but they could not react fast enough. The shockwave swept into them, causing their bodies to shutter before hurling them through the air.

"Gah!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Three of the elders spat out a handful of blood before losing consciousness. The aftershock of Yan Jiansheng and Lu Changsheng's clash had been enough to severely injure them. This was the divine strength that brooked no rival.

Following their head-on clash, Lu Changsheng and Yan Jiansheng each stepped back three steps.

Yan Jiansheng narrowed his eyes slightly. "The strength of twenty cauldrons? Judging from your appearance, you clearly entered the Divine Strength Realm only recently. How could you already possess the strength of twenty cauldrons?"

He was clearly taken aback.

Lu Changsheng, on the other hand, remained calm. "You also have the strength of twenty cauldrons."

In the next instant, the two of them lunged at each other again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

They struck with extreme speed. To the naked eye, their clash looked like overlapping afterimages that collided again and again. The main hall of the Blood Fiend Sect had been devastated in the blink of the eye.

The longer they fought, the more exhilarated Yan Jiansheng became. "Hahaha! Good, very good! Ever since I entered the Divine Strength Realm, I've been longing for a worthy opponent!"

As for Lu Changsheng, he maintained his composure. He had more or less gauged Yan Jiansheng's strength and confirmed that the man indeed only had the strength of twenty cauldrons. If both remained on the same level, the battle would end with a draw, neither capable of defeating the other.

However, Lu Changsheng had an ace up his sleeve.

"Divine Dragon, First Transformation!"

At that moment, his body shook faintly. His flesh, muscles, and bones all all underwent a subtle shift that allowed for every shred of power to be gathered together. He vividly felt a surge of strength rising within him. The First Transformation of the Divine Dragon enhanced his physical prowess by thirty percent. In other words, his punches now carried the strength of twenty-six cauldrons.

When their fists collided again, the smile on Yan Jiansheng's face disappeared.

BANG!

This time, Yan Jiansheng was blown away by the enormous force, and his arm snapped on the spot with a crisp crack. Not giving him any chance to recover, Lu Changsheng surged forward and drove his fist straight into Yan Jiansheng's chest.

Thump!

The terrifying force of twenty-six cauldrons crushed Yan Jiansheng's chest entirely. He was sent crashing to the ground, leaving a deep pin in the hard floor.

The elders stared at their motionless master with wide eyes, all color drained from their faces.