Chapter 11: Shocking the Entire Audience

"Great Bull Demon Power Fist!"

Jun Wushuang unleashed a punch.

The air thundered, force surging wildly. It was as if a mighty Bull Demon possessed him, tearing apart the stars and shattering all before him.

Boom!

That punch descended with the weight of a meteor, unstoppable in its might.

Jun Yanming had no time to react before it struck his chest, sending him flying backward. His feet plowed two deep grooves across the ground that stretched over ten meters.

The blow not only made Jun Yanming's blood churn and left his face pale, but even the Crimson Gold Spirit Armor he wore was cracked by the force.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.

None expected that Jun Yanming would be at a disadvantage from the very outset.

This was utterly contrary to their expectations!

Swish!

At that moment, Jun Wushuang charged forward, seizing the momentum and denying Jun Yanming any chance to recover.

"Advanced Yellow-Rank Martial Technique: Meteor Bone Iron Fist!"

Jun Yanming's face darkened. He had no time to employ other methods and could only respond with a punch of his own.

After breaking through to the Manifestation Realm, Jun Yanming could now wield advanced yellow-rank martial techniques.

His blood surged, spiritual energy gathered, forming an invisible gauntlet around his fist, hard as iron.

With his Flame Python Spiritual Body and Manifestation Realm, First Layer cultivation, his punch carried the force of ten thousand pounds—enough to pierce a steel plate.

"Second punch!"

Jun Wushuang pressed forward relentlessly.

Bang!

Their fists collided, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the air.

Jun Yanming was once again knocked backward, his fist stained with blood, the white splinters of bone clearly visible.

"Impossible! His Battle Dragon King Body was destroyed, and his realm is only Body Refinement, Seventh Layer—how can he be so strong?"

The Grand Elder shot to his feet, disbelief etched across his face as he stared at Jun Wushuang.

In his mind, Jun Yanming should have utterly crushed Jun Wushuang, grinding him beneath his heel.

Yet the reality was the exact opposite.

How could this be?

The crowd was equally shocked, unable to believe what they saw.

Jun Wushuang's strength was simply overwhelming.

"Third punch!"

Jun Wushuang moved like lightning, his iron fists once again striking toward Jun Yanming.

In his previous life, Jun Wushuang had mastered five divine martial arts, each possessing boundless power.

The Great Bull Demon Power Fist, despite its simple name, was the ultimate skill of the Azure Bull Demon Emperor, featuring nine variations and renowned for its immense strength.

Jun Wushuang had once witnessed the Azure Bull Demon Emperor obliterate a world with a single punch, annihilating countless beings—a terror beyond compare.

Now, though Jun Wushuang's Battle Dragon King Body had been destroyed, the healing power of the Jade Dew Spirit Pill had mended his wounds.

Moreover, the spiritual veins he opened were ten times those of ordinary martial artists, and the demonic energy he condensed was a hundred times denser than typical spiritual energy.

Although Jun Wushuang’s cultivation was only Body Refinement, Seventh Layer, his spiritual energy rivaled that of Manifestation Realm, Second or Third Layer experts.

Even with his Flame Python Spiritual Body, Jun Yanming was no match for Jun Wushuang.

Thunder roared!

Jun Wushuang’s assault was relentless, giving Jun Yanming no chance to breathe.

Each Great Bull Demon Power Fist carried a terrifying force of fourteen thousand pounds, enough to shatter mountains and crush metal.

Crack!

Jun Yanming’s Crimson Gold Spirit Armor, unable to withstand the pressure, was riddled with cracks and ultimately destroyed.

Spurt!

Jun Yanming coughed blood in midair, his injuries severe.

"How can this be?"

The crowd gasped in shock.

A Manifestation Realm, First Layer martial artist, Jun Yanming, was defeated by Jun Wushuang at Body Refinement, Seventh Layer?

It was simply inconceivable!

Jun Yanming’s face was pale, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, his breath weak, and his armor shattered, fragments scattered across the ground.

Jun Wushuang, by contrast, stood tall in black garb, his hair as dark as night, unscathed.

Strength and weakness were clear for all to see.

"Jun Wushuang, you despicable villain! How dare you ambush me!"

Jun Yanming wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze red with fury as he glared at Jun Wushuang.

He could not accept his defeat, nor did he wish to lose face before the crowd.

Ambush was the perfect excuse.

"Despicable! He ambushed the young master—it’s no wonder he lost! Truly vile!"

"Pfah! Scum like him should be crushed by the young master!"

"I feel ashamed that he shares the same surname!"

Jun Yanming’s explanation was met with eager approval, and the crowd turned on Jun Wushuang, spitting insults.

"You—"

Hearing these voices, Lin Mengyao was nearly driven to tears by anger.

But Jun Wushuang ignored them entirely.

A swarm of flies, buzzing incessantly!

Swish!

Jun Wushuang surged forward once more, rushing toward Jun Yanming.

"Jun Wushuang, this time I won’t give you another chance to ambush me!"

Jun Yanming shouted fiercely, and a wave of crimson, fiery spiritual energy erupted from within him.

Spiritual energy unleashed!

This was the hallmark of the Manifestation Realm—a decisive advantage over Body Refinement.

"Low-level Profound-Rank Martial Technique: Fire Serpent Burning the Heavens!"

Jun Yanming went all out, his spiritual energy forming a three-meter-long fire serpent.

The fire serpent was lifelike, fierce and menacing, radiating intense heat as if it could burn everything to ash.

"The young master is formidable—he can even use a profound-rank technique!"

"That fire serpent is terrifying, almost alive—I can barely breathe!"

"With a profound-rank technique, Jun Wushuang is doomed. There’s no suspense left in this battle!"

Seeing Jun Yanming unleash a profound-rank technique, the crowd was elated.

The Grand Elder’s smile returned.

Whoosh!

The fire serpent swept across the sky, its heat distorting the air as it rushed toward Jun Wushuang.

But Jun Wushuang did not retreat—he advanced, confronting the fire serpent head-on.

Seeing this, the crowd believed Jun Wushuang had gone mad.

"Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art!"

Jun Wushuang opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the three-meter-long fire serpent whole.

The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art could devour all things under heaven. Though the fire serpent’s spiritual energy was strong, Jun Wushuang could refine even poisonous death energy—this was nothing to him.

In a single cycle, the fire serpent’s spiritual energy was completely refined, replenishing the demonic energy Jun Wushuang had just expended.

"This... this..."

The sight of him swallowing the fire serpent stunned the entire audience.

Jun Wushuang’s momentum did not diminish; he continued his charge toward Jun Yanming.

"Bull Demon Stomp!"

Invisible demonic might surged from Jun Wushuang, making Jun Yanming shiver.

At that moment, Jun Wushuang seemed a towering, ancient Bull Demon, charging to crush ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Jun Yanming felt as insignificant as an ant, powerless to resist the stomp of this primordial Bull Demon—his death was certain.

Boom!

Jun Wushuang’s fist crashed forth, the air detonating, its fearful force making everyone’s expression change.

In Jun Yanming’s eyes, the ancient Bull Demon raised its colossal hoof, ready to trample mountains and smash the earth.

The dreadful demonic power and strength left him unable to muster any resistance.

Thud!

A deafening crash resounded.

Jun Yanming lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, blood flowing freely.

Jun Wushuang pressed his foot onto Jun Yanming’s face, towering above him.

"Trash!"