Chapter 32 The Holy Body Breaks Through the Technique, Shocking the Entire Audience; A Slap in the Face Slaps the Adulterous Couple (Part 2)

The Disciples in the stands had just recovered from their previous shock when the scene erupted again. The thin-faced Disciple rubbed his aching jaw, his voice trembling: "It's Deacon Zhu! His Rock Protective Aura can even bend refined iron. Lin Yue is finished now!"

The fat Disciple nodded repeatedly, his spittle splashing the face of the person in the front row again: "Body Cultivators are the best counter for this kind of clever Spell Cultivator. No matter how powerful Lin Yue's Spiritual Qi is, can he really withstand the Rock Protective Aura head-on?"

Ren Yanran clutched her face and retreated to the side, the resentment in her eyes growing even stronger. She was waiting to see Lin Yue with his limbs broken, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Lin Dexuan, on the stands, looked worried: "Zhu Gou's Body Refining skills are among the top of the younger generation. If Lin Yue only relies on spells, he might suffer a loss."

But in the next second, everyone was stunned.

Facing Zhu Gou's heavy and powerful punch, Lin Yue didn't retreat or dodge; instead, he raised his right hand. No Spiritual Qi emanated from his palm; he relied solely on his Physical Body—he possessed the Wanjun Body, and his physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary Cultivators at the same stage, certainly not something an ordinary Body Refining Disciple like Zhu Gou could compare to.

Moreover, Zhu Gou's punch, which was as swift as a falling star, appeared as slow as a snail in his eyes. He took his time, slightly curling his fingers, and smashed them against Zhu Gou's fist.

"Bang!"

The moment the two fists collided, a dull, thunderous sound echoed throughout the trial grounds, and the stone slabs of the trial platform were shaken down by half an inch.

Everyone subconsciously squinted, waiting to see the miserable sight of Lin Yue's arm being broken. But the expected sound of bones cracking didn't come; instead, it was Zhu Gou who let out a shrill scream.

Everyone looked closely and saw Zhu Gou's fist deforming at a visible speed, with his finger bones poking directly out of his skin. His Protective Aura shattered like glass, and amidst the flying stone fragments, he was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the railing at the edge of the trial platform.

The railing snapped into several pieces with a "crack." Zhu Gou rolled on the ground, clutching his deformed right hand, twitching in pain, the sound of his broken finger bones grinding against each other clearly audible.

Lin Yue stood in place with his right hand hanging down, his fingertips not even catching a speck of dust. In that punch just now, he had only used ten percent of his strength; if he had gone all out, Zhu Gou would have been blown to bits by now.

"This... how is this possible?" The thin-faced Disciple's mouth hung open, unable to close it for a long time. "How could his Physical Body be so strong? How did this old thing hide it so deeply?"

The fat Disciple slumped directly onto the ground, muttering: "Even Deacon Zhu couldn't take one of his punches... This isn't a loser at all; he's clearly a ruthless character playing the pig to eat the tiger! To stay hidden in the Sect for fifty years, this old thing can really endure!"

The expectation on Ren Yanran's face froze instantly, replaced by a deeper fear. She hadn't expected that even a renowned Body Refining expert in the Sect couldn't withstand a single punch from Lin Yue.

Just then, another figure leaped down from the stands, the "clang" of a longsword being unsheathed cutting through the dead silence. It was a young man wearing the robes of an Inner Sect Disciple, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. The longsword in his hand shimmered with a cold blue light; it was Zhou Hao, a somewhat famous Sword Cultivator in the Sect.

After landing, Zhou Hao pointed his sword diagonally at the ground, and Sword Qi instantly condensed into a pale blue sword screen around him. He looked at Lin Yue with a gaze full of disdain: "Zhu Gou was stupid to try and compete with you in physical strength. But don't forget, spells can counter Body Refining, but swordsmanship can break all arts. Your use of wood-element Spiritual Qi to melt the Thick Earth Art was indeed ingenious, but in front of my 'cold edge sword,' even the most fancy spells are just a joke."

As he spoke, Zhou Hao flicked his wrist, and the longsword suddenly transformed into three sword shadows, stabbing towards Lin Yue's throat, heart, and Dantian respectively. This was his proudest Move, "Three Overlapping Waves," and the sword speed was so fast it left afterimages, leaving ordinary Cultivators no time to react.

"It's Senior Brother Zhou's Three Overlapping Waves! It's said he used this Move to defeat a Loose Cultivator at the Early Foundation Establishment Stage!" someone on the stands exclaimed.

Hope flared up again in Ren Yanran's eyes. She knew how powerful Zhou Hao's swordsmanship was; no matter how strong Lin Yue's Physical Body was, he couldn't withstand the sharp edge of a sword.

Lin Yue, however, remained standing in place, his face showing no ripples of emotion. Just as the sword shadows were about to strike him, he suddenly raised his left hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, with a faint red flame flickering at his fingertips.

"Using fingers as a sword? Has he gone mad?" a deacon below cried out in disbelief.

In the next second, Lin Yue's fingers moved slightly, and a red Sword Intent condensed at his fingertips. Though it seemed weak, it carried an overbearing aura that could incinerate everything. With a light wave of his wrist, the red Sword Intent instantly transformed into three Sword Threads, accurately striking Zhou Hao's three sword shadows.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

After three crisp sounds of metal clashing, Zhou Hao's sword shadows instantly dissipated. The Flying Sword in his hand was actually knocked out of his grip by the Sword Threads, flying off and landing in a distant Spirit Field, its blade shattered, clearly ruined.

More terrifyingly, the scorching Sword Intent's momentum remained unchecked, striking Zhou Hao directly in the chest.

Zhou Hao let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward. The clothes on his chest were instantly scorched, revealing a wound deep enough to see the bone, with blood gushing out.

He crashed heavily to the ground, struggling a few times but unable to get back up, his eyes filled with terror and indignation.

"Heaven-Burning Sword Intent... You actually comprehended Sword Intent?" Zhou Hao's eyes were full of fear, his voice trembling.

Heaven-Burning Sword Intent is one of the most overbearing Sword Intents in the world, and very few Qi Refining Disciples in the Sect can comprehend it! Not just Qi Refining Stage Disciples, even Foundation Establishment Cultivators might not be able to comprehend it!

The stands fell into a complete, dead silence; even the sound of the wind blowing was clearly audible.

The thin-faced and fat Disciples stood with their mouths open, unable to say a single word. The Sycophantic Disciples who had been shouting earlier all lowered their heads, no longer daring to look at Lin Yue on the trial platform.

Ren Yanran stood in place, her face as pale as paper, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her proudest killing Move had been surpassed, and the helpers she brought had been defeated one after another. She finally realized that the Lin Yue before her was no longer the loser she could bully at will.

Lin Yue looked around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd on the stands; not a single person dared to meet his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Does anyone else want to try?"

The whole venue was silent; no one dared to step forward and challenge him anymore.

Ren Yanran looked at the fallen Zhu Gou and Zhou Hao, then at Lin Yue, who was surrounded by the reverent gazes of the crowd, her nails almost digging into the flesh of her palms.

She knew she had no chance of turning the situation around, but the pride and resentment in her bones made it impossible for her to leave in disgrace like a stray dog.

She suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Lin Yue, her voice trembling with anger, yet she deliberately raised her volume as if she wanted the whole venue to hear: "Lin Yue! Don't be so smug! Consider today your win by using tricks, but my Senior Brother Ye Yang will be finishing his secluded cultivation in three months!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a sound of collective gasping instantly rose from the stands. Ye Yang was a Genius ranked in the top twenty of the Inner Sect, had already touched the threshold of the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, and was a Personal Disciple of a Sect Elder. In terms of strength and background, he was far beyond what Zhu Gou and Zhou Hao could compare to.

Seeing the crowd's reaction, a twisted look of triumph appeared on Ren Yanran's face, and she continued to shriek: "My Senior Brother Ye Yang dotes on me the most. When he finds out you humiliated me like this today, he will definitely make you wish you were dead! Just you wait; in three months, I will make you kneel before me and repent!"