283: Chapter 283 The Gauntlet Battle

["Good heavens! What kind of fierce man emerged from the deep mountains and old forests? To be this strong! Charging into the Dayong Imperial Palace single-handedly, holding out against the National Fortune Array and eighteen Dharma Idols?"]

[A burly man with a thick beard stared with eyes as wide as copper bells, his voice trembling.]

["Yeah, exactly! Logically, with this kind of strength, he should have been world-famous and renowned across the four seas long ago. Why have we never heard of such a person? And look at the Divine Ability he's using! Not only is he massive, like the Giant Spirit God from ancient legends, but his defense... it's simply inconceivable!"]

[A Cultivator dressed as a scholar fanned himself with a folding fan, trying to maintain a calm analysis, but the fan was trembling slightly.]

["From the aura emanating from him, that golden light... why does it look so much like the Indestructible Golden Body from Buddhist legends? Could this person be some Ancient Buddhist Venerable living in seclusion?"]

[An old Taoist, who seemed quite knowledgeable, stroked his beard and spoke with uncertainty.]

[Beside him, a large monk with a shiny bald head and moon-white robes immediately turned red and retorted excitedly, "Bullshit! Nothing about the aura this man radiates looks like our Buddhist Path."]

[The old Taoist was taken aback but didn't get angry; instead, he nodded. "True enough. If the Buddhist Path had someone this strong, they would have shown him off long ago."]

["Who cares about his background! Watching this spectacle today is worth it! It's a once-in-a-century, no, once-in-a-millennium event! Since the founding of the Great Yong Dynasty, when has anyone ever charged to their doorstep and caused such a commotion?" Many more people were simply excited, watching with the mindset of witnessing an epic battle.]

[Setting aside the crowd on the periphery pointing and speculating about this earth-shaking battle.]

[At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, the dozen or so Dharma Idol Realm experts of the Great Yong Dynasty who were besieging you were feeling exceptionally uncomfortable, complaining bitterly in their hearts.]

[In their daily lives, they were all grand figures whose every step shook the region—imperial relatives, national generals, enshrined elders... which of them wasn't arrogant and possessed of extraordinary combat power?]

[Now, joining forces against a single enemy with the support of the entire nation's power, it should have been an overwhelming victory, yet it had turned into such a humiliating struggle.]

[Despite the continuous support of the vast national fortune power, making them feel as if their strength was endless, their Dharma Idols stable, and their attack power surging.]

[However, most of the attacks landing on your towering golden body were like clay oxen entering the sea, only managing to stir up ripples of golden light. The few that could leave a mark were pitifully shallow.]

[What made them most despairing was that even if someone occasionally unleashed a strike beyond their limits, barely leaving a slightly deeper fist print or sword mark on the golden body...]

[...golden light would flow over the wound, and it would heal in the blink of an eye as if nothing had happened. How could they even fight this?]

[They couldn't hurt you, but your fists were an unbearable weight to them.]

[Your fighting style was simple and crude, yet extremely effective. Every punch thrown contained your profound understanding of the Dao of Strength.]

[Wherever your fist aimed, the phantom of a Dragon-Elephant faintly accompanied it with a roar—a phenomenon of the ultimate manifestation of power.]

[The Fist Intent was heavy, as if the weight of an immemorial mountain were truly compressed into a tiny space.]

[Even more terrifying was your frighteningly sharp combat intuition. Every punch struck the nodes of their Dharma Idol operations, the cores of their energy convergence, or the relatively weak joints in their defense, aiming directly at vital points with chilling precision.]

["Pfft—!"]

[The Dharma Idol of an Imperial Prince was struck in the chest by a single punch. That Dharma Idol, which resembled a bronze giant, was instantly covered in cracks, its light dimming sharply.]

[The prince's true body turned pale as he sprayed a mouthful of blood. His Dharma Idol could no longer be maintained and dissipated with a mournful cry. He himself was sent flying like a meteor, crashing through a distant side hall and being buried under rubble, his aura withered, losing his combat capability for the time being.]

[Another enshrined expert holding twin hooks, whose Dharma Idol was as agile as a swallow, tried to use hit-and-run tactics for a sneak attack, but was grazed by your backhand punch.]

[Just the shockwave of the fist wind shook one arm of his Dharma Idol and half of its body into a translucent, illusory state.]

[He screamed as his Dharma Idol nearly collapsed. With his body's Meridians damaged, he had to retreat hastily from the battle circle, barely stabilizing his injuries with the help of the national fortune. However, he would need time to recover before joining the fight again.]

[Thus, a comical yet shocking scene appeared on the battlefield: eighteen majestic Dharma Idols were besieging a single golden body, yet they were being "singled out" one after another, their Dharma Idols shattered and their true bodies wounded, forcing them to temporarily withdraw from the field.]

[At this moment, the Great Yong Dynasty's massive national fortune system also revealed its staggering foundation. The pale golden national fortune power flowed like a warm tide.]

[It quickly surged toward those Dharma Idol Realm Martial Artists who had been injured and forced out, nourishing their Physical Bodies, repairing their Dharma Idols, and healing their wounds with astonishing speed.]

[Often within just dozens of breaths, those withdrawn Martial Artists would look better, grit their teeth to re-condense their Dharma Idols, and rejoin the siege.]

[Yet your golden body remained as steady as Mount Tai, showing no sign of fatigue.]