29: Unbreakable defense

Absolute strength!

When these four words, like a brand, were deeply etched into the heart of everyone in the Martial Arts Training Ground, the entire world seemed to have been muted.

The wind stopped.

The clamor ceased.

Thousands of Outer Sect Disciples, like thousands of statues instantly petrified, all gaped, their eyes empty, their minds blank.

Their gaze was fixed intently on Arena Number Seven.

At one end of the arena, Zhao Tian lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, his arms twisted at grotesque angles, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs constantly gushing from his mouth, and that face, once contorted by malice and wild joy, now held only endless pain and bewilderment.

And in the center of the arena, Lin Ye stood quietly.

At this moment, his slender body seemed even more erect and majestic than the towering mountains outside the Martial Arts Training Ground!

He did nothing; merely standing there, he exuded a terrifying Aura, unmoving as a mountain and impervious to all Dao, enveloping the entire arena.

Luck? Coincidence?

At this moment, these two words became the funniest jokes in the world!

What kind of luck could make a Peak Qi Refining Stage third-layer expert, after unleashing his strongest attack, have both arms broken and vomit blood?

What kind of coincidence could allow a person's body to withstand a punch powerful enough to shatter stone tablets without a scratch?!

This wasn't luck; this was an overwhelming defeat!

It was a pure, utterly unreasonable, overwhelming defeat based on absolute strength!

"Uh... ah..."

A painful groan finally broke the deathly silence.

It was Zhao Tian.

He supported himself with his elbows, struggling to get up from the ground.

The excruciating pain from his arms almost made him faint, but even more overwhelming was the deep-seated, unbelievable humiliation and terror!

"No... impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."

He mumbled to himself, distraught, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Ye not far away, filled with a ghostly fear.

That layer of bronze light... what was that?!

That recoil force... what was going on?!

He felt that his understanding, his pride, and his three years of arduous cultivation had been utterly shattered by that earth-shattering collision just now!

"I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!!"

A surge of mad obsession suddenly rose from the depths of his heart, instantly engulfing his already scattered reason due to severe injury!

He couldn't accept it! He absolutely couldn't accept that he would be defeated by a good-for-nothing he had wantonly bullied and trampled underfoot!

"Ah ah ah—!"

Zhao Tian suddenly leaped up from the ground, his now useless arms hanging limply at his sides, his face flushed and distorted with madness, turning a terrifying liver-red!

"Little Bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"

Like a beast that had completely lost its mind, he once again charged at Lin Ye!

Without fists, he used his feet!

He employed every attack method he could: groin kicks, sweeping kicks, and even headbutts!

His attacks no longer had any structure or technique; only the most primitive, most frantic violence remained!

The crowd below once again gasped in shock at this sudden scene.

However, in the face of Zhao Tian's final, hysterical madness, Lin Ye's reaction was chillingly calm.

He didn't even bother to move.

He just stood there quietly, his dark eyes placid, watching the figure charging madly towards him with an almost pitying gaze.

"Bang!"

Zhao Tian's powerful whip kick landed heavily on the outside of Lin Ye's thigh.

Lin Ye's body merely swayed slightly.

Zhao Tian, however, felt as if he had kicked a red-hot iron pillar; a piercing pain shot through his ankle, making him let out a muffled groan and stumble.

"Bang!"

Disbelieving, he headbutted Lin Ye's chest with all his might!

Lin Ye remained utterly still.

Zhao Tian, on the other hand, was sent reeling, stars in his eyes, dizzy, and staggered back several steps.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

For the next period, Arena Number Seven became the stage for an utterly absurd one-man show that left everyone dumbfounded.

Zhao Tian, like a tireless madman, used all his strength to launch futile attacks at Lin Ye from every angle.

Lin Ye, meanwhile, was like an ancient deity statue rooted deep in the earth, standing firm and unmoving despite the wind and rain.

Zhao Tian fought with all his might, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, yet he couldn't even break Lin Ye's defense in the slightest!

He couldn't even make Lin Ye take a single step back!

That slender body, at this moment, seemed to have transformed into an insurmountable chasm, an unbreakable bronze wall!

"This... this is no longer human..."

Below the stage, a Disciple mumbled to himself, distraught, voicing everyone's thoughts.

Yes, this was no longer luck.

Everyone's mindset had undergone a drastic change at this moment.

They looked at that quietly standing figure as if they were looking at a primordial beast in human skin!

On the high platform, the Elders were already speechless; they just stared intently at Lin Ye, the flame of "shock" in their eyes burning ever brighter!

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

On the arena, Zhao Tian's attacks finally ceased.

It wasn't that he didn't want to fight anymore, but that he had no strength left.

Both his hands were broken, his right ankle was badly swollen, and a large, continuously bleeding gash was on his forehead.

He propped himself up on his knees, panting heavily like a dying wild dog, his entire body trembling.

His physical strength was exhausted.

His spiritual Qi was exhausted.

Most importantly, his proud, arrogant heart, and all his dignity as an experienced Disciple, were shattered into pieces before this unshakeable "divine mountain"!

He looked up, his bloodshot and despairing eyes fixed on the young man who, from beginning to end, had not moved a single step.