Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 488 - 187: Strength (Part 3)

Wei Dongguang exclaimed in surprise, feeling a sense of foreboding.

"Don’t worry, Martial Uncle is truly skilled at Lightweight Skill, even if he can’t beat Zuo Feng, he can still remain undefeated."

Huang Youwei was also shocked to see the blood-red dragon.

But remembering how Lin Zheyu had once achieved a draw with Puxuan using his masterful Lightweight Skill, he completely put his mind at ease.

Puxuan is ranked 83rd on the Hidden Dragon List now, no matter how strong Zuo Feng may be, he shouldn’t be a match for Puxuan.

"Who do you think will win?"

Jiwei City, looking at the two people fighting on stage, asked with a smile.

"Lin Zheyu."

"Although Zuo Feng has great potential, he is not yet a match for Lin Zheyu."

"It’s heard that Lin Zheyu once drew with Puxuan using his masterful Lightweight Skill. Even if Zuo Feng’s strength exceeds his, it’s still hard to defeat him."

Xiao Shi said leisurely.

The Grand View Tower was bustling with discussion, among them were many who had participated in Wuji Manor’s martial arts exchange meetings. As they exchanged opinions, Lin Zheyu and Zhao Hao’s identities were revealed.

"Indeed."

"Being able to cultivate Lightweight Skill to such a degree is truly remarkable. I wonder if he’s willing to join us." Jiwei City said with a smile.

...

Bang bang bang——

From the arena came a series of dull, intense collision sounds.

Zuo Feng, like a blood-red dragon, unleashed terrifying punches on Lin Zheyu, each punch striking like a giant dragon, with astonishing momentum.

Meanwhile, Lin Zheyu’s body exuded a domineering aura, majestic and imposing, with fists seemingly unstoppable, clashing with Zuo Feng’s fists, producing terrifying explosive sounds.

"If this is all you have, then this is it."

Amidst the dense collision sounds, Lin Zheyu’s loud voice echoed.

In the brief exchange just now, he had completely grasped Zuo Feng’s true strength.

This genius, who had achieved the Nine Transformations of Qi and Blood breakthrough to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, was much stronger in terms of power and bodily strength compared to Heng Qiming.

But real battle relies not only on strength and body toughness; the application of power and the timing are crucial too.

In these aspects, Zuo Feng lagged far behind Heng Qiming.

In terms of overall strength, they were comparable, and it was hard to say who would win in the fight.

"Hmph, such big words, let’s see how much capability you truly have!"

Zuo Feng snorted coldly, as his highly concentrated Qi Blood roared within his body, his muscles and skin seemingly expanded even further.

He suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, and his right fist shot out at an astonishing speed.

The blood-red dragon shadow swirling around him roared, clinging to his fist. The massive fist seemed to transform directly into a ferocious dragon.

Bang!

Lin Zheyu, without showing any expression, sidestepped slightly, not even intending to use the Golden Swan Skill, and swung his right fist directly.

The fists collided, producing a loud, explosive roar.

Lin Zheyu merely took a step back with his left foot to stabilize himself, as the massive force shattered the blue stone tiles beneath his feet.

Zuo Feng, however, was sent flying, stepping heavily on the blue stone tiles, creating deep holes on the stage from the massive force.

He retreated all the way to the edge of the arena before he managed to stop himself.

"How is this possible!"

"How can your strength be greater than mine!"

Zuo Feng’s face was full of shock.

He knew he had achieved the Nine Transformations of Qi and Blood breakthrough to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, and his bodily strength and power were unparalleled at his level.

How could the person before him surpass him in sheer strength!

"The world is vast, there are always some people with extraordinary talent."

"Besides, I have cultivated several Body Refining Techniques to Perfection, so my strength being greater than yours isn’t strange, is it?"

Lin Zheyu looked at his opponent and said nonchalantly.

He began to gradually showcase his true strength, displaying the aspect of a real genius.

When he first entered the sect, Mr. Yang had told him there was no need to hide his skills.

As a True Disciple of the Infinite Sect, the sect was his greatest support, and he could showcase as much talent and potential as he possessed.

He wouldn’t dare to display his golden Qi Blood.

But he didn’t mind exposing other aspects.

"You’ve won."

"Just wait, soon I will catch up to you."

Zuo Feng took a deep breath, left these words, and then turned to leap off the stage.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me? I’m ready to continue."

Lin Zheyu did not step down from the stage but glanced around and said lightly.

Having just entered the Hidden Dragon List as the last ranked person, many would likely come to challenge him.

In that case, it was better to straightforwardly accept other challenges here; once he defeated them all, no one else would dare to come up.

However, as he surveyed the surroundings, no one dared to challenge him.

"Since no one is coming up, then I’ll be stepping down."

Lin Zheyu said gently.

He waited for about another minute before slowly stepping down from the stage.

"Such an impressive appearance and formidable strength, Senior Sister, shouldn’t you try to win his heart and bring him to our Jialan Sect?"

Rong Siying chuckled lightly.

The unintended charm she exuded mesmerized the men who focused their attention on her.

"Too tender, not my taste, I prefer someone like Xiao Shi or Jiwei City."

Fang Yiqian shook her head and said, "You both are around the same age; you could try capturing his heart."

"I’ll pass, my charm isn’t as strong as Senior Sister’s."

"Those who cultivate Tyrannical True Intent have high resistance to Charm True Intent and are usually very determined; they’re not easily charmed."

Rong Siying said with a smile.

Although she said this, her beautiful eyes were fixed intently in Lin Zheyu’s direction.