237: Chapter 237 Defeating Cao Yun

Facing Cao Yun's palm strike, which seemed capable of shattering the heavens and earth, Lin Tian did not retreat even half a step.

He raised his right palm, executing the same starting stance, with the same golden light gathering.

When the Great Strength Vajra Palm was unleashed from his hands, it differed from Cao Yun's rigid, domineering style, possessing an added air of effortless ease.

A golden ball of light condensed in his palm. He did not roar, nor did he gather momentum; he simply pushed his palm forward with an understated motion—a palm strike to shake the heavens and earth, against a palm strike to shake the heavens and earth.

The two palm imprints, containing terrifying power, collided violently in mid-air.

This time, there was no stalemate, no equal match.

The moment they collided, Cao Yun's palm force felt as if it had struck an immovable mountain, shattering inch by inch under the counter-shock.

His pupils constricted sharply. He only felt an overwhelming force surge from his palm, instantly numbing his entire arm. His feet plowed two deep furrows into the bluestone floor as his entire body uncontrollably slid backward.

"How is this possible?" Cao Yun roared involuntarily, the composure and confidence on his face vanishing in that instant.

His strongest palm strike had actually been crushed head-on by his opponent.

The crowd below the Arena was in an uproar.

But Lin Tian did not give him a chance to catch his breath. With a flicker of his body, he activated his Perfection-level movement technique, instantly catching up to the retreating Cao Yun, and struck out with another palm, landing it solidly on Cao Yun's chest.

Cao Yun let out a roar.

He did not dodge—dodging was not his fighting style, and he had never needed to dodge.

He possessed the Vajra Body, with peerless defense. Even if his opponent's palm force was stronger, it might not be able to break his defense.

He took the blow head-on, and at the same time, a flicker of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he struck back with a palm toward Lin Tian's chest.

Since he couldn't win in a palm contest, he would trade injury for injury.

His Vajra Body could withstand it, but could Lin Tian?

Lin Tian did not dodge.

He allowed Cao Yun's palm to land, just as Cao Yun had allowed his palm to land.

Both men took each other's solid palm strike, and a deafening roar exploded simultaneously from both of them.

A terrifying golden light erupted from the point of impact, like two small suns suddenly blooming on the Arena, the blinding glare instantly swallowing both their figures.

Everyone below the Arena stood up, stretching their necks to peer onto the stage, but they could only see a blinding expanse of golden light.

"Oh no! They both landed their hits! Could this be a mutual destruction?"

The people from Chixia Peak were stunned for a moment, then began to sneer.

"Are you kidding? Mutual destruction? This brat's palm technique is indeed formidable, but can his physique compare to Cao Yun's?

Cao Yun has the Vajra Body with super-strong defense; taking a palm strike would be a minor injury at most.

That brat only has a normal physique. If they both take a hit, Cao Yun will just stand back up, while that brat will probably be carried off coughing up blood."

"Exactly! Comparing defense with Cao Yun, isn't that just courting death?"

The Disciples of Chixia Peak became more smug as they spoke, as if they had already seen the scene of Lin Tian lying on the Arena after the light dissipated.

On the Zixia Peak side, several Elders were sweating profusely with anxiety.

"How could this happen? Why did Lin Tian have to clash head-on with Cao Yun? His movement technique is clearly an advantage; he could have completely avoided it!"

Peak Master Su Hanyan also frowned tightly, her fingers subconsciously gripping the corner of her robes.

What exactly is this Lin Tian doing? He clearly possesses a Perfection-level movement technique, and against an opponent like Cao Yun who excels in defense and palm force, maneuvering to wear him down is the smartest strategy.

Yet he chose to clash head-on, directly abandoning his greatest advantage.

Could it be that his consecutive victories have inflated his ego? Peak Master Su Hanyan's heart sank at this thought.

This possibility was too high.

Young people, after a winning streak, inevitably become impatient and restless, thinking they are invincible, disdaining to use movement techniques to maneuver, and insisting on clashing head-on to prove themselves.

"Still too young, lacking experience," Peak Master Su Hanyan sighed, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes.

If Lin Tian had played it steady, using his movement technique to drain Cao Yun's stamina before finding a flaw to attack, he would have had at least a sixty percent chance of winning this match.

Yet he chose the most foolish method, comparing defense with a master of the Vajra Body—wasn't that just using his own weakness to strike at the opponent's strength?

"The championship... I fear there is no hope." Her voice was low, filled with unspeakable regret.

On the Arena, the golden light slowly dissipated. The outlines of two figures gradually emerged from the blinding radiance.

Everyone held their breath, eyes wide, gazing toward the Arena.

But when they saw the figure on the Arena clearly, everyone's expressions froze.

Lin Tian stood in place, his posture as straight as a sword, his robes fluttering slightly from the palm wind, yet he was completely unharmed.

There was a deep palm print on his chest, the fabric cracked from the palm force, but through the tear in the robes, one could see that the skin underneath was completely intact, without even a trace of a red mark.

Opposite him, Cao Yun was kneeling on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other clutching his chest. His face was as pale as paper, a trickle of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the bluestone floor.

Cao Yun was injured.

That Cao Yun, with his peerless defense and Major Achievement in the Vajra Body, had actually been injured by one of Lin Tian's palm strikes during their head-on collision.

"How is it possible!" The Elders of Chixia Peak screamed almost simultaneously.

One Elder clutched his head with both hands, his eyes nearly popping out, his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist.

He had lived for over sixty years and had seen countless Genius Disciples, but he had never seen anything so preposterous—a 5th Grade Late Stage brat who excelled in sword techniques and movement techniques had used palm techniques to crush a 5th Grade Peak Genius with Major Achievement in the Vajra Body head-on, and had even completely outperformed him in defense.

The people from Zixia Peak were also stunned.

Several young Disciples widened their eyes, rubbing them vigorously again and again, dozens of times, yet Lin Tian was still standing there perfectly fine.

Peak Master Su Hanyan stood up abruptly from her seat, a look of loss of composure appearing for the first time on her usually calm and collected face—her eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted, her face full of disbelief.

This was completely different from what she had imagined. Lin Tian was not seriously injured, had not fallen, and hadn't even scraped his skin. Instead, it was Cao Yun who was kneeling on one knee, blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a significant shock to his internal organs.

On the Arena, Cao Yun raised his head with difficulty, his tiger-like eyes filled with shock, anger, and deep confusion.

He stared fixedly at Lin Tian, as if wanting to see through this person from inside out, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Why? Why is your physique so formidable? You clearly haven't practiced the Vajra Body, how can you withstand my full-force palm strike?"

When his palm struck Lin Tian, the sensation transmitted to his palm was terrifyingly hard, as if he hadn't hit a flesh-and-blood body, but rather a piece of battle armor tempered a thousand times.

Yet Lin Tian was clearly not wearing any armor.

Could it be—an inner armor? Yes, it must be inner armor! This brat must be wearing a piece of high-grade inner armor; otherwise, how could he withstand his Great Strength Vajra Palm without a scratch?

"Damn inner armor!" Cao Yun gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness, "You rely on external objects to win, what kind of skill is that!"

Lin Tian heard this and laughed. There was no mockery in that smile, just a sense of amusement.

"Inner armor?" He shook his head, his tone as indifferent as if he were speaking of a trivial matter, "How truly foolish. I am not wearing any battle armor.

What I just used was the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt. This defensive martial art, I have already trained to the Perfection Realm. When activated, it is as if I am wearing an invisible iron shirt. You want to break my defense—are you kidding me?"

Dragon Roar Iron Shirt? Perfection Realm? The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Many people present had heard of the name of this martial art, but to train it to Perfection? What kind of terrifying perseverance and talent would that require?

Cao Yun was stunned, his face flushing and paling in turns. He wanted to say something more, but Lin Tian no longer intended to give him the chance.

Lin Tian took a step forward, his figure like lightning, instantly closing in on Cao Yun, striking out with palm after palm, palm shadows flying, palm wind like thunder.

Cao Yun struggled to defend with his injured body, but every palm strike that landed caused his Vajra Body to tremble violently, the golden light on his arms growing dimmer and dimmer, blood gushing more and more from the corner of his mouth.

The first palm, he barely caught.

The second palm, his figure began to sway.

The third palm, that immovable golden body finally lost its balance, and his whole person flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily below the Arena, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire venue was deathly silent.