332: Lei Yuan Liquid

Wang Zhan’s eyelids slightly lifted as he looked at Shi Man, whose Aura had greatly increased. He was just a madman who only knew how to use brute force.

Those ants before were too weak. You’re just right to test my recent gains.

"Have you said enough? If you have, then hurry up and come die!" Wang Zhan coldly spat out a few words.

"Hmph, acting mysterious! Take this punch!"

Shi Man was enraged by Wang Zhan’s contemptuous gaze. He roared, his blood Qi erupting, and he threw a punch, attacking Wang Zhan!

This punch was powerful and heavy, without any frills, a pure embodiment of extreme strength.

Wang Zhan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't dodge, meeting the attack with a punch of his own.

It seemed Shi Man had gained a considerable Opportunity this time, his Aura much stronger than before. He wanted to see what level Shi Man's Physical Body had reached.

"Dong!"

Fists clashed, and violent Qi waves swept out. Both figures swayed simultaneously, each retreating half a step.

"Good fellow! He really does have some brute strength!"

Wang Zhan thought to himself, this guy’s Physical Body is indeed not to be underestimated. In terms of Physical Body strength alone, though not as good as his Heavenly Azure Sacred Body, it’s not far off.

A hint of excitement flashed in Shi Man’s eyes.

"Heavenly Azure Sacred Body, nothing special. Take another punch from your Fat Master Shi!"

Shi Man’s offensive grew fiercer, his fist winds swirling, transforming into a torrential storm, displaying his strength to the fullest.

Wang Zhan circulated his Sacred Body, meeting punch with punch, palm with palm, clashing head-on for several Moves.

The roars were incessant as their figures intertwined. Each collision made the earth tremble, and the ground beneath their power cracked open.

After several Moves, Wang Zhan had made his assessment.

"His strength is formidable, indeed extraordinary. Unfortunately, he relies too much on his Physical Body strength; his techniques are crude, full of flaws."

He no longer fought head-on, his figure suddenly becoming elusive, weaving through the myriad fist shadows.

"Ten-tenths of his strength, leaving no room for retreat, and his Qi recovery is delayed for a moment!"

Wang Zhan’s voice was indifferent. He pointed a finger, attacking Shi Man’s ribs at the instant his old strength was depleted and new strength had not yet emerged.

Shi Man immediately grunted, feeling his blood Qi stagnate, and his furious offensive instantly slowed!

"His lower body is stable, but his transitions are stiff. His left leg exerts too much force, making him unable to defend in time!"

Wang Zhan followed like a shadow, lifting his left foot and precisely sweeping Shi Man’s right leg.

Shi Man stumbled, almost losing his balance, surprised and enraged!

"Anger surging, mind unclear, his Moves are even more chaotic!"

Wang Zhan’s voice rang out again, exploding in Shi Man’s ears.

The subsequent battle completely entered Wang Zhan’s rhythm.

He no longer competed with Shi Man in strength but was testing what he had comprehended earlier.

Every strike landed on the critical points of Shi Man’s strength circulation and the gaps in his Move transitions.

Shi Man, with all his mountain-toppling strength, felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire. Every punch landed on empty air, his entire body’s strength nowhere to be vented, so stifled he almost vomited blood!

He felt like a child whose every trump card had been seen through, being wantonly toyed with by the opponent!

"Boring."

Seeing Shi Man’s Aura waning and his flaws growing, Wang Zhan lost interest.

His blood Qi condensed to a single point. He aimed at the fatal opening in Shi Man’s center after a full-force strike and punched out!

This punch was as fast as lightning, precisely landing on the spot where Shi Man’s blood Qi converged in his chest!

"Pfft!"

Shi Man trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. His condensed strength instantly scattered, and he stood frozen in place, his face full of arrogance turning into incredulous despair.

Wang Zhan succeeded with one Move but did not pursue, merely looking at him coldly, his gaze indifferent.

"Northern Region Prodigy? Heh. Is that all? Just bringing humiliation upon yourself. Get lost, or die."

Shi Man watched Wang Zhan effortlessly defeat him, feeling the sharp pain and churning blood Qi in his chest, and then heard that cold word, 'get lost'.

An unprecedented chill mixed with humiliation instantly surged into his heart.

"You!"

Shi Man’s face flushed red. He wanted to utter some harsh words, but they caught in his throat, unable to come out. In the end, he managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Wang Zhan, I, Shi Man, will remember you."

He gritted his teeth, clutched his chest, turned, and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing somewhat disheveled.

As arrogant as he was when he arrived, he was just as disheveled when he left.

Wang Zhan watched the direction Shi Man disappeared, retracted his fist, and continued to sit cross-legged, resuming his comprehension.

Many Cultivators around, who had harbored thoughts of challenging Wang Zhan, saw the powerful Shi Man, who, in Wang Zhan’s hands, was like a novice Cultivator, full of flaws, easily defeated.

For a time, all those who had been eager to Move fell silent.

Shi Man’s defeat once again proved that Wang Zhan was still Wang Zhan.

No, the current Wang Zhan was stronger than before.

Losing consecutively to Battle Asura and Sword White Robe wasn’t because Wang Zhan was weak, but because those two monsters were too strong.

Wind and Thunder Valley.

Wang Xiaopang, like a tireless artisan, carefully collected the Thunder Gang. Then, in one go, he successfully refined thirty-six nine heavens thunder control talismans with astonishing Spiritual Pressure!

Looking at the thick stack of talismans in his hand, radiating destructive fluctuations, Wang Xiaopang’s face broke into a wide smile, feeling completely secure.

"Hehehe, thirty-six! Now let’s see who dares to provoke Fat Master me! Throw a few out, and I’ll blast you to death!"

He looked at the sea of thunder before him; the Thunder Gang was almost depleted.

He changed several locations and gained quite a bit more.

This time, just as he reached the edge of a core area where the lightning glow had almost solidified and a destructive Aura permeated the air.

Pushing aside a curtain of thunder, the sight before him made his hair stand on end!

He saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a scorched clearing ahead, which had been split open by lightning!

That person had no protection around him. Bolts of lightning, thick as a child’s arm, continuously bombarded his head like a waterfall!

The power of lightning coursed and flashed wildly within his body.

Yet, he seemed oblivious, like a stone statue. Only the surging blood Qi and profound Thunder Dao Aura faintly emanating from his body.

Indicated that he was Cultivating an extremely overbearing Cultivation Technique with the help of this terrifying lightning!

"Ghost!"

Wang Xiaopang screamed in fright, almost dropping the gourd in his hand.

He never expected that in this ghostly place, besides opportunistic people like him, there would actually be such a formidable individual who Cultivated by directly withstanding heavenly lightning!

Seemingly hearing the commotion, that figure’s tightly shut eyes slowly opened!

In an instant, Wang Xiaopang felt as if two dazzling bolts of lightning shot out from his eyes, and a heart-palpitating pressure surged towards him!

Those eyes were cold and sharp, with a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

Wang Xiaopang’s body stiffened, and cold sweat immediately broke out.

He quickly forced out a smile uglier than a cry, repeatedly cupped his hands, and slowly shuffled backward.

That person’s gaze swept over the pile of shimmering lightning-protection talismans on Wang Xiaopang and the Thunder-Containing Gourd in his hand, and the sharpness in his eyes slightly receded.

A hint of imperceptible surprise flashed, and then he slowly closed his eyes again, no longer paying attention.

However, a thought flashed through his mind: “A mere Heavenly Human Realm Cultivation, yet able to reach this place with external items. He has some skill.”

Seeing that the other party had no intention of acting, Wang Xiaopang felt as if he had received a great pardon. He patted his chest and secretly thought, “Good heavens, Fat Master was scared to death.

What kind of fierce person is this? Taking a bath in the core of this thunder storm?

You’re awesome! Can’t provoke, can’t provoke!”

He dared not stay there any longer, slinking away in another direction, heading towards another area that seemed to have even more lightning but felt uninhabited.

This time, as he reached the depths of the lightning, his gaze inadvertently swept over the core thunder storm area ahead.

He suddenly froze: “What’s that? It looks like a ball of liquid.”

He focused his eyes again. In the center of the violent lightning, a fist-sized pool of slowly flowing liquid was suspended in mid-air.

Thunder Origin Fluid!

The legendary essence of the Thunder Origin!