Chapter 36 Defeated by a Single Strike?

“How is this possible?” Nangong Lei’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.

He stared in disbelief at Jun Wushuang, who stood utterly unscathed. This was his innate divine ability! The hundred-meter Thunder Tiger could obliterate a mountain a thousand yards tall. Even Jun Zhantian had failed to withstand a single strike from his Thunder Tiger, suffering grievous injury and defeat. Yet Jun Wushuang, a mere fourth level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, not only emerged unscathed but had swallowed his divine technique whole?

Was he human or ghost?

Nangong Lei felt as if struck by lightning, utterly shaken. Such a thing had never happened, not even within the Royal Martial Academy.

“Swallowed?” Ji Yuntian’s mouth gaped wide, resembling a toad.

He had witnessed Nangong Lei’s power firsthand and knew just how devastating this attack was. Even with his recent breakthrough to the Divine Sea Realm, he dared not claim he could withstand it. Yet Jun Wushuang—a useless outcast who had suddenly turned the tables—had simply swallowed it in one gulp. It was sheer fantasy. If he hadn’t seen it himself, he would never believe it.

At this moment, Jun Zhantian, Master Wu, and the others were equally stunned. Just a second ago, they had been worried for Jun Wushuang. The next instant, he devoured the Thunder Tiger as if performing a miracle.

“What kind of monster are you?” Nangong Lei fixed his gaze on Jun Wushuang, the mockery in his eyes vanishing, replaced by heaviness and fury.

He was a Xuan-level student of the Royal Martial Academy—how could he possibly lose to a country bumpkin? It must have been a lapse in his own vigilance. Yes, that was it. He had simply been careless!

With this thought, the rage in Nangong Lei’s eyes blazed even fiercer.

With a swift motion, he grasped a black spear that appeared in his hand. The shaft was straight, adorned with thunder patterns, as if forged from lightning itself, radiating a dense aura of destruction.

A superior-grade treasure: Thunder-patterned Spear!

In Jiangning City, even inferior treasures were rare, yet Nangong Lei wielded a superior treasure from the start—a gap in foundation that could not be bridged.

“I was careless just now, letting you block my attack. But you’ve succeeded in angering me.” His voice was icy. “I’ll pierce your limbs and shatter your core, turning you into a complete cripple!”

Nangong Lei let out a long roar, spiritual energy surging as thunder erupted.

“Advanced Xuan-level martial art: Thunder Serpent’s Electric Dance!”

Spiritual energy surged, flooding into the spear.

Instantly, the thunder patterns lit up, dense lightning bursting forth, imposing an immense pressure. He thrust, and the spear’s radiance twisted like a serpent, lightning weaving through it.

The thunderous spear radiance transformed into a hundred-meter-long Thunder Serpent, ferocious and savage, capable of devouring all beneath heaven.

A crack echoed—the crowd saw a flash of lightning before their eyes, overpowering the sunset, becoming the only presence in all the world.

This spear pierced through with destruction, carrying a terrifying force of a hundred thousand pounds. Combined with the thunder’s destructive power, even a Divine Sea Realm expert would struggle to withstand it.

Yet…

Jun Wushuang remained cold and unmoved, showing not the slightest hint of fear.

“Innate Divine Ability: Ten Thousand Demonic Flames!”

Demonic energy surged as his technique activated. A hundred-meter-long Demonic Flame Black Python coalesced, twisting in midair, trailing raging demonic fire that scorched sky and earth, charging toward the thunderous spear radiance.

Boom! The explosion was deafening.

Lightning burst, demonic flames scattered, and within three hundred meters, the ground was left devastated.

Cries of agony rang out—some spectators were struck by the lightning and demonic flames, suffering severe injuries.

In the midst of it all, the thunderous spear radiance shattered inch by inch before collapsing completely. The Demonic Flame Black Python retained half its power, its momentum undiminished.

“Break!” Nangong Lei’s heart raced. Gripping the Thunder-patterned Spear, he stabbed forward, piercing the Demonic Flame Black Python.

Yet the python exploded, sparks flying, landing on his body, burning several black holes into his defensive robe.

“Careful, son-in-law!” Ji Yuntian’s shout rang out.

Jun Wushuang suddenly appeared before Nangong Lei, closing the distance in a flash—too fast for Nangong Lei to react.

“Bull Demon Force Fist!”

Jun Wushuang’s left fist clenched, demonic energy surging, and he punched directly.

Bull Demon Stomp!

Boom! The air exploded, shockwaves billowing.

It was as if a primordial Bull Demon had traversed time and space, its towering form as vast as mountains, its raised hoof pressing down like Mount Tai—unassailable, unstoppable.

One stomp could shatter rivers and mountains, crush heaven and earth.

With Jun Wushuang’s breakthrough to the fourth level of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, the power of this punch had soared from a hundred thousand to four hundred thousand pounds.

With a single strike, the heavens changed color.

“Not good!” Nangong Lei’s face shifted, unable to dodge, so he raised the Thunder-patterned Spear to block.

Thud! A muffled thunder echoed, force erupting.

Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, Nangong Lei was sent flying, crashing through three or four houses, buried in the rubble.

When he finally crawled out, the crowd gasped in fear.

Nangong Lei was disheveled, covered in dust, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, utterly wretched.

He was nothing like his previous imposing self—now as miserable as a beaten dog.

“Ah! Jun Wushuang, you dare injure me! I’ll tear you limb from limb, scatter your remains to the winds!” His hateful roar echoed.

His handsome face twisted into a mask of rage and malice, like a vengeful spirit crawling from hell.

Boom!

A thunderlight three times fiercer than before erupted from Nangong Lei’s body, like a volcanic disaster.

“Advanced Xuan-level martial art: Thunder Flash!”

Nangong Lei attacked in fury.

Gripping the Thunder-patterned Spear, he charged forth, his speed beyond belief.

From a distance, he was a streak of lightning tearing through the heavens, piercing sun and moon.

Hundreds of meters vanished in a blink—Nangong Lei closed in on Jun Wushuang.

This spear carried thunder’s destructive force, wild spiritual energy, and the impact of extreme velocity—its triple force was overwhelming.

It was as if the God of Thunder had descended to obliterate Jiangning City with a single stroke.

Sensing the terrifying power, Jun Zhantian and the others turned pale.

But Jun Wushuang remained unchanged, fearless and unmoved.

“Yapping mutt, not worth a strike.”

Jun Wushuang spoke calmly.

He reached into the bronze demonic ring and drew the Shura Demon Blade.

Blade in hand, Jun Wushuang’s aura transformed.

A killing intent swept forth, as if he stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—a Shura Demon God who had slaughtered all heavens, decimated all worlds.

The invisible murderous aura caused the temperature to plummet. Everyone shivered as if cast into an ice cellar.

Jun Wushuang activated the Devouring Demon Technique, demonic energy surging into the blade.

“One Slash of Shura!”

The slash stunned all.

In Nangong Lei’s vision, a terrifying Shura appeared, high above, slaughtering gods and demons, staining the heavens with blood.

Shura craved slaughter—all beings must perish.

Under one slash, none could survive.

Clang!

With a single stroke, the Thunder-patterned Spear was cleaved in two.

The blade then struck Nangong Lei, tearing through his defensive robe, leaving a wound deep to the bone.

Nangong Lei spat blood, thrown to the ground, gravely injured.

Seeing this, the crowd was aghast.

Nangong Lei… had been defeated?