Evidently, Lu Shang had originally wanted to fight Li Changâan.
But for some unknown reasonâperhaps he received some news or an orderâhe forced himself to abandon the idea and turned to leave.
But Li Changâan had finally managed to corner him. How could he possibly let him go so easily?
Even though he knew there was little chance of killing Lu Shang this time, he had to at least test his opponentâs strength and force him to reveal a few of his trump cards.
Li Changâan was now in the late stage of the Martial Saint Realm.
No matter how outrageously talented Lu Shang was, he couldnât possibly have grown strong enough to clash head-on with a Martial Saint.
Therefore, after closing the distance, Li Changâan threw a seemingly casual punch. It struck Lu Shang square in the chest, swatting him out of his rapid retreat and sending him flying back onto the stage, just like a game of whack-a-mole.
The punch didnât look like it held much power.
But Li Changâan hadnât held back in the slightest.
Any ordinary Martial Artist below the Martial Saint Realm would have been blown to pieces had they taken that punch head-on.
Even another Martial Saint would likely have been grievously wounded.
And yet, when that tyrannical force struck Lu Shang, it felt like hitting a ball of cotton.
Recalling the sensation of the punch, Li Changâan realized his opponent likely possessed some unknown technique for dispersing force. He couldnât help but grin. "Looks like you can take a punch. Perfect. I havenât had a good workout in a long time. Today, Iâll use you as a punching bag to warm up!"
Lu Shangâs fall only shattered a few dozen of the stone tiles on the stage. Although he looked a bit disheveled, he hadnât lost his ability to fight.
Looking up at Li Changâan, who stood not far away, Lu Shangâs expression was incredibly grave.
He had just turned twelve this year and was already a Grandmaster in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm. Thanks to his special Cultivation Method, he could even fight opponents several Small Realms above him.
But facing Li Changâan, who was only nine, he sensed immense danger.
âHow is this possible?â
âI am a Son of God, favored by destiny and fated to become the future master of the Jiuzhou Continent! How could my Realm and strength be lower than someone younger than me?â
In the past, he had always been the one to crush others with his talent and strength.
This was the first time he had ever suffered such a major setback at the hands of someone so much younger than himself, and it left Lu Shang feeling deeply unsettled.
âThereâs definitely something strange about this Crown Prince of Great Zhou!â
...
Li Changâan had no interest in wasting any more words with him.
After landing the first punch, he didnât pause. He vanished from the edge of the stage in a flash.
The next time he registered in the crowdâs vision, Li Changâan was already in front of Lu Shang, his fist raised for another strike.
This time, Lu Shang was prepared.
But even so, he still couldnât keep up with Li Changâanâs astonishing speed and took another solid punch straight to the face.
Lu Shang was sent flying back dozens of meters, leaving a trail of shattered bluestone slabs in his wake.
"COUGH, COUGH... PTOO!"
Lu Shang coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably. He hadnât expected Li Changâan to be so fast, much less for his combat prowess to be so terrifying.
The first time Li Changâan had punched, he had been able to use the Power of his Divine Soul to control his body, making it as pliable as a ball of cotton to easily disperse most of the force.
Even after taking a direct hit, he had been able to scramble back to his feet without any serious injuries.
This time, however, as Li Changâanâs fist connected again, Lu Shang was shocked to find it wasnât so easy to disperse the force. He had absorbed at least thirty to forty percent of the blowâs power!
âWeâve only exchanged blows once.â
âAnd heâs already found a flaw in my Cultivation Technique and adjusted his attack to exploit it!â
âWhat the hell kind of monster is he?â
âNo, thatâs impossible. Logically, there shouldnât be a monster in this world more monstrous than I am!â
At this thought, Lu Shangâs eyes turned bloodshot. He wiped the blood from his face and stared deadly at Li Changâan, grinding his teeth. "Youâre the one who wouldnât let me leave. Donât blame me for taking you down with me!"
Li Changâan watched him.
Hearing this, he grinned with great interest. "Bring it on. Show me what youâve got!"
During their brief exchange, heâd sensed that his opponentâs Cultivation System seemed different from others. Lu Shang cultivated the Martial Dao.
But his Divine Soul seemed far more powerful than a normal personâs.
It was even stronger than that of many Cultivators.
A powerful Divine Soul allowed for perfect control over the body, enabling it to perform maneuvers in battle that would seem inconceivable to an ordinary person.
At the same time, Li Changâan discovered that his opponentâs strange Power of the Divine Soul could be used not only for defense but for offense as well.
In the two punches heâd thrown, Li Changâan had clearly felt a strange power travel up from Lu Shangâs body and onto his own fists.
After only two punches, the amount of power transferred wasnât significant.
But Li Changâan didnât know what that power would become if he continued to make physical contact, or if it would eventually transform into a weapon his opponent could use against him.
Lu Shang panted heavily as wisps of dark black flame began to rise from his body.
Seeing this, the surrounding Martial Artists all gasped in shock.
It seemed that from the moment this young man calling himself Lu Shang had appeared, the focus of the eventâwhich should have been on the younger generation of Martial Artistsâhad shifted entirely.