Golden Bell Protection Iron Shirt
Swish! Swish!
The hair of the cultivators near the platform all became disheveled due to the fearsome qi wave created by the elder. Their faces were all filled with fear.
This punch from Elder Wei was truly terrifying!
If there was a large and sturdy rock on the platform, it would have crumbled to pieces!
At that instant, all of them silently judged that the Iron Bones Sect Leader was probably already dead from the impact of such a violent punch!
They even cast their gazes below the platform, trying to look for his corpse that must have been blasted off.
Hmm?
Nothing?
Could it be that Sect Leader Jun had not been sent flying and directly died on the platform?
Swish!
Swish!
Everyone shifted their gazes back and glanced at the Grudge Platform.
As expected, they immediately saw Jun Changxiao's silhouette. But a moment later, their mouths all fell wide open, and their gazes were filled with disbelief.
"This…" Li Qingyang's expression also became dumbstruck.
What had they seen to make all of them have such an exaggerated expression?
They saw Jun Changxiao standing on the stage, motionless. His palms, neck, and entire face had turned a golden-bronze color. It was like he was a bronze statue!
"Why did his skin color change?"
"Could this be a martial technique?"
"I've never heard of a martial technique that can change one skin's color!"
This was not the main point.
The main point was that Elder Wei was standing before him. His right fist was on Jun Changxiao's chest. Clearly, his attack had hit!
The power sufficient to shatter rocks weighing one thousand kilos slammed into Jun Changxiao. So, how was he still standing there? How could his smile still be as calm as before?
The cultivators from the various sects were all in a daze.
They had thought Jun Changxiao was sent flying and killed by the impact. They had thought of every possibility except Jun Changxiao clashing against the fist head-on. He was as stable as a gargantuan rock, standing before Wei Yinu!
Wei Yinu also did not expect that after gathering all his strength, in addition to his anger, he could not even make Jun Changxiao retreat a single step!
"You…" He still maintained his attacking posture. He exclaimed in shock, "What is this martial technique‽"
"Golden Bell Protection Iron Shirt," Jun Changxiao calmly said.
"Golden Bell Protection Iron Shirt?"
"What grade martial technique is this? How have I not heard of it?"
"The name is a little strange. It shouldn't be a martial technique that originated from our Qingyang County!"
Let alone Qingyang County, even the entire Fallen Star Continent did not have such a technique. This was a martial art from China on Earth!
Could it be Jun Changxiao used to be a martial artist?
That was nothing but fart!
Back on Earth, he was nothing but an ordinary person. Let alone knowing kung fu, he would be dead-tired just running a few laps around the field!
In that case, this 'Golden Bell Protection Iron Shirt'…
Dangerous, how dangerous! Jun Changxiao calmly stood there while silently rejoicing. Luckily, I had the endurance charm. If not, even if I didn't die, I would've been heavily injured!
So, as it turned out, when Wei Yinu attacked, he crushed the endurance charm that he had obtained from the newbie pack.
The instant he crushed it, Jun Changxiao's skin color changed. His muscles also hardened and became like a bronze metallic wall!
At that time, he was betting on the power of the endurance charm. Since even a recovery pill that cost one contribution point had such a heaven-defying effect, the charms he obtained from the newbie pack should not be weak!
He had made the right bet.
The endurance charm was very powerful, extremely powerful!
"I say." Jun Changxiao calmly continued. "Did you forget to eat your meal? Why does your punch seem so weak and soft?"
The endurance charm lasted sixty minutes. Jun Changxiao wanted to make good use of the remaining fifty-nine minutes and thirty seconds to properly act cool!
"Despicable!" Wei Yinu's anger towered up the sky. He retreated ten steps to the edge of the platform before building up his speed and shooting over again!
"Hu!"
His right fist blasted out, manifesting qi waves that were visible to the naked eye!
"Here it comes again!"
"It's even stronger than last time!"
"Sect Leader Jun isn't moving at all. Could it be he wants to face it head-on‽"
"Is he so confident in himself‽"
Boom!
Wei Yinu's iron fist was filled with might. It directly blasted toward Jun Changxiao's stomach, and faint ripples of energy could even be seen.
And the result?
Sect Leader Jun still stood at his original location, not moving in the slightest!
His lips curled up into a slight smile as he said, "Elder Wei, can you use more strength? If you continued attacking in such a feeble manner, it will only be a waste of this seat's time!"
"Ah, ah!"
Wei Yinu was about to go crazy.
He could not be bothered with accumulating power before he struck; he immediately launched a barrage.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
In a few short moments, Jun Changxiao's chest, stomach, and shoulders were struck multiple times. However, he still stood in his original position and had a calm smile on his face.
At this moment, the cultivators of the various sects all felt that Sect Leader Jun was like a
Wooden pile?
Even that item would show some reaction if it was struck so heavily.
What about Jun Changxiao? He allowed Wei Yinu to continue attacking, and his stance was still as steady as a rock.
No, he was not a wooden pile.
He was a wall of iron!
"Too terrifying."
"How tyrannically strong is this defensive martial technique?"
"Golden Bell Protection Iron Shirt! In the future, if we manage to see this for sale, we have to buy it no matter how much it costs!"
Everyone felt a yearning in their heart for this martial technique casually mentioned by Jun Changxiao.
Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian both heaved sighs of relief. No wonder their sect leader dared to accept the challenge of the Spirit Stream Sect's elder. As it turned out, he had cultivated such a tyrannical defensive martial technique!
…
Boom!
Boom!
Wei Yinu unleashed another barrage of ten punches. In the end, he panted heavily as he finally stopped.
Launching so many attacks frenziedly consumed spirit force the most.
"What?" Jun Changxiao spoke with contempt. "You tired?"
"Des… despicable fellow…" Wei Yinu clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were completely bloodshot.
Jun Changxiao calmly said, "If you don't have the strength to do so, don't issue a challenge to this seat. If not, you will only be embarrassing yourself and throwing your own face in public."
Wei Yinu was so angry that his teeth were shaking. All of a sudden, he retracted his fist and retreated a few steps. One of his hands clutched his face as he began to laugh maniacally.
"What happened?"
"Could it be that Elder Wei got angered into madness?"
Everyone watching muttered in a low voice.
Suddenly, Wei Yinu's laughter stopped. His expression was filled with malice as he said, "Brat, you should feel glorious even in death for being able to force me to use my trump card."
Jun Changxiao laughed. "Trump card?"
Swish!
Wei Yinu's legs spread open, his posture like a bent bow. His hands were placed before his stomach as he adopted a pose similar to the horse stance.
Hu hu!
Two energy balls manifested, gathered on his palms. He began to ceaselessly absorb the spirit qi of heavens and earth in the surroundings!
Damn! Upon seeing this, Jun Changxiao silently mused, Could this be the
Li Qingyang's expression turned heavy as he said, "This is a unique martial technique of the Sacred Spring Sect. Its name is Bright Radiance Ten Thousand Catties Goldstone Fist!"
Jun Changxiao almost fell to the ground.
It was just a martial technique. Why was there a need to give it such a long name? The person who named it must be a f*cking genius!
Roasting someone was roasting someone.
Jun Changxiao's expression grew heavy. After all, the two balls of energy that gathered on the palms of Wei Yinu exuded intense might!
"This light…" Li Qingyang had forgotten the name for this martial technique. He paused for a moment before saying, "This something something stone fist seemed to be a mid-tier mortal-grade martial technique."
Each grade for martial techniques and cultivation arts could be divided into three smaller tiers. They are respectively known as the low-tier, mid-tier, and high-tier.
Although the Nine Stances Wavestack Sword was a low-tier low-grade martial technique, if one could unleash the ninth stance, the level of power would reach the low-tier of the mortal-grade!
Since there was a proper classification between martial techniques on the Fallen Star Continent, it was certain that the higher the tier, the better the quality, and the stronger the martial technique would be.
"That can't be right!"
"A mid-tier mortal-grade martial technique‽"
"In Qingyang City, this technique is priceless! There's demand but no supply!"
"As expected of a disciple that originated from the Sacred Spring Sect. He actually cultivated such a powerful martial technique!"
Under the exclamation of envy from everyone, Wei Yinu unleashed the power of this something something fist to the maximum. The two energy balls shone with dazzling light!
"Hu! Hu!"
Streaks of violent wind gusted up on the platform!
"My heavens!"
"What a powerful aura!"
"Is this the power of a mid-tier mortal-grade martial technique‽"
All the cultivators held their breath, and there was terror in their gazes.
"Brat!" Wei Yinu raged. "Accept your death…"
Jun Changxiao took out a wooden comb and began to comb his disheveled hair as he said, "Oh no, my hairstyle is messed up now. How troublesome."
Putong!
All the cultivators present fell down.
Elder Wei had displayed his trump card, causing gusts of wind to blow randomly. Yet, Jun Changxiao was not worried about his own safety but was actually worried about his hairstyle!