Chapter 522

Chapter 522: Who Wins and Who Loses?

"Again!"

Kuang Wuwei felt Kun Huazi’s attack leave his palm slightly numb. This immense power was something he hadn’t encountered in years, fueling his competitive spirit.

"Good! Uncle Kuang, don’t hold back!" Kun Huazi roared, his eyes sharp with focus, all traces of humor gone.

The war hammer swung as the great blade flashed.

The two Immortal artifacts clashed repeatedly in the air, their collisions echoing with thunderous bangs. Wild strength surged around them, yet the Burning Divine Platform’s transparent shield remained unshaken despite the relentless impacts.

Light and shadow danced above the platform while shock gripped the spectators below.

Ye Yun stared wide-eyed at the two figures leaping and colliding. The raw, unyielding exchange of pure physical force defied all expectations.

"No wonder you said this would surprise me. Who knew Second Brother’s physical strength reached such terrifying heights?" Ye Yun muttered, realizing both fighters’ body cultivation far surpassed his current Great Demon Body.

Zhuge Chong sighed. "Second Brother hides a storm within. He’d abandon true qi cultivation entirely for physical training if Master and Elder Brother allowed it."

Ye Yun nodded. "Body cultivation demands unbearable pain. Yet with his talent, mastering true qi should’ve been effortless."

"True," Zhuge Chong agreed. "Had he focused on true essence alchemy pills, he’d have reached peak Golden Core like Elder Brother."

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. Tian Yunzi’s disciples kept astonishing him – such rare talents gathered under one master. Having witnessed Shu Anshi and Kun Huazi’s power, he wondered about Zhuge Chong’s capabilities.

Sensing Ye Yun’s gaze, Zhuge Chong turned. "I’m far behind them. My secret techniques require perfecting each cultivation stage, keeping me at early Golden Core until every step’s refined."

"An extraordinary method," Ye Yun acknowledged. "Perfect foundations prevent Mental Demons. Your discipline inspires respect."

Zhuge Chong waved dismissively. "Perfection’s impossible. One misstep in sealing cultivation levels brings disaster. We all follow Master’s teachings – his mastery of all methods shapes us."

Ye Yun’s eyebrow twitched. Though briefly tempted, his wariness remained. Years of hardship taught him to trust only himself and his cultivation path. With the Heart of Immortals and Demons and five laws comprehended, he’d focus on the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique. If Tian Yunzi proposed other methods, he’d judge them himself.

"Enough chatter!" Shu Anshi’s voice cut through. "Watch their clash closely."

The battle intensified as they looked up.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Weapons abandoned, fists now collided with explosive force. Shockwaves battered the transparent shield, trapped air swirling into howling vortices across the platform.

"Marvelous!" Kuang Wuwei roared, forgetting his opponent’s origins. This equal match honed his body with each strike – after this battle, his physical strength would leap forward.

Kun Huazi shared the exhilaration. Since embracing body cultivation a decade ago, he’d never found such a perfect match. Shu Anshi’s hint about Demon Suppression Peak’s Kuang Wuwei proving useful had been prescient.

"Again, Uncle! We fight till our strength fails!"

Kun Huazi ripped away his shredded shirt, muscles rippling beneath skin that seemed to contain surging tides of power.

"Bold lad! I approve!" Kuang Wuwei bellowed, fists interlocking for a devastating strike.

Kun Huazi leapt skyward, suspending mid-air as hundreds of punches merged into a single crimson fist – a colossal manifestation of wild strength trailing shockwaves.

"Sky Shattering Smash!" His roar shook the platform as every ounce of true qi, physical power, and fighting spirit fused into this ultimate strike.

This punch, once thrown, could not be withdrawn—it was total victory or utter defeat, with no retreat possible!

Kuang Wuwei clearly sensed the lethal intent behind this strike, his expression turning grave. He knew this opponent couldn’t be judged by the sixth level of the Golden Core stage alone. Kun Huazi’s iron fist carried Nascent Soul stage power, enough to overwhelm even ordinary second-layer Nascent Soul experts.

"Good strike!"

Kuang Wuwei poured all his strength into his own fist, convinced this punch held enough power to secure victory.

BOOM!

Their iron fists collided violently midair, yet no light and shadow erupted. Neither fighter showed the slightest tremor.

The two men stood frozen like statues, fists pressed together without movement.

"What’s happening?"

Ye Yun blinked. This should’ve been their ultimate clash—not earth-shattering perhaps, but certainly capable of causing tremors. Why was there no shockwave? Where had that thunderous crash’s energy vanished?

"Who won?"

Zhuge Chong squinted, equally confused. Though familiar with Kun Huazi’s capabilities, facing Kuang Wuwei’s physical perfection left him uncertain.

Nearby, Ding Qian and other Demon Suppression Peak disciples stared at the Burning Divine Platform, equal parts awed and perplexed.

"Master, who prevailed?" Ding Qian whispered.

Yin Moli glanced up briefly. "They’re evenly matched." Resuming her focus, she pressed a palm against Ling Xudu’s back, channeling true qi to heal his wounds.

On the elevated platform, all except Tian Yunzi and the Divine Grace Palace Master had risen to their feet, faces mirroring astonishment. After tense moments, they exhaled deeply, shaking their heads in wonder while staring at Tian Yunzi.

CRACK!

A crisp sound erupted from the dueling platform.

Ye Yun’s eyes widened as sparks flew from the locked fists. Kun Huazi suddenly paled, stumbling backward several steps before barely steadying himself.

"Lost? Second Brother lost?" Ye Yun gasped.

"Impossible!" Zhuge Chong’s jaw tightened.

Demon Suppression Peak disciples erupted in roaring cheers:

"Uncle Kuang wins!"

"Tian Yunzi’s disciple overreached—who challenges our peak’s physical mastery?"

"Decades of training versus this whelp? Crush him to fragments!"

Their triumphant shouts filled the air, releasing pent-up frustrations.

Ding Qian and a few peers remained silent, expressions strained. The truth glared—this Absolute Heart Peak junior, merely at the sixth Golden Core level post-tribulation, had nearly matched their veteran. The "victory" rang hollow.

As cheers peaked, Kuang Wuwei suddenly swayed. Blood sprayed across the Burning Divine Platform as he collapsed to one knee, hand barely catching his fall. Crimson petals bloomed where his life essence struck stone.

"I… lose."

The words tore from Kuang Wuwei’s throat like rusted blades. His remaining strength failed, body slumping as fresh blood pooled beneath him.

Kuang Wuwei had fallen.