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First Strike!
Facing the siege of thousands, Lufan showed no fear and fought fiercely. With a single move, the Lion's Roar, he sent dozens of attackers flying, their eardrums shattered!
This momentarily suppressed the overwhelming momentum of the Loose Cultivators, giving him a brief chance to breathe. Without hesitation, Lufan seized the opportunity and charged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep!
With both hands clenched into fists, he executed a simple yet powerful move, Black Tiger Heart Extraction, shattering the ribs of two Loose Cultivators and sending them crashing into those behind.
At this moment, Lufan had no intention of holding back; every strike was delivered with full force. If the Loose Cultivators could withstand it, they were lucky; if not, it meant death!
Otherwise, if he hesitated even slightly, he would be the one to die in the next moment!
Lufan's sudden outburst certainly stalled the Loose Cultivators' assault for a moment, but soon enough, those who had turned red with rage charged at him recklessly once more.
At this point, neither side had any way out; it would only end when one side was completely defeated.
Although Lufan had knocked down dozens of opponents in one blow, compared to the thousands of Loose Cultivators, it was insignificant. In the blink of an eye, he found himself once again engulfed in a storm of attacks!
This time, Lufan could not unleash another explosive burst like before; he was finally forced into close combat.
Fortunately, due to spatial constraints, he only faced dozens at a time. Otherwise, if hundreds or thousands attacked him simultaneously, even a martial arts master would have to avoid their combined might and would not dare to take it head-on.
Once surrounded, Lufan felt goosebumps all over his body—a warning signal from his instincts indicating extreme danger and telling him that things were dire!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Lufan had no other thoughts in his mind; the relentless attacks left him no time to think, and all he could rely on was his instincts as he focused solely on the battle.
At this moment, Heaven and Earth Great Shift exhibited its astonishing effects. Responding to the body's danger signals, Lufan used Heaven and Earth Great Shift to evade the lethal strikes from blades and other sharp weapons.
For blunt force attacks from clubs and fists, he relied on the protective effects of his Iron Cloth and the Horizontal Thirteen Guardians to withstand them!
Of course, Lufan was not someone who would just take hits without retaliating; almost every breath he took saw one or more Loose Cultivators struck down, losing their combat effectiveness.
The Loose Cultivators were horrified to discover that whenever their attacks entered a one-foot radius around Lufan, they were inexplicably diverted by a strange force, either completely missing or striking him in inconsequential areas.
Moreover, even the attacks that did hit Lufan seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever; they appeared completely harmless.
In contrast, it was evident that for every punch or kick landed on them, at least one person would fall, losing their fighting capability. The disparity was stark.
Especially when they saw him deliver a seemingly light palm strike that looked harmless, yet those struck by it often suffered the most severe injuries! This was simply contrary to logic.
They had no idea that this was Lufan's most refined technique, the Soft Palm. It appeared soft but contained a hidden strength, capable of killing without leaving a trace.
What kind of Martial Arts Techniques were these? So formidable! And how could this guy not be human? How did he have such endless stamina? Didn't he know what it meant to be tired?
From the beginning until now, Lufan had continuously shocked everyone. Each time they thought they had overestimated him enough, he would soon deliver another wave of astonishment.
Just like now, Duanmu Xue and the others were completely stunned.
"When did this guy become so powerful?" This was the only thought left in their minds.
As for Fatty, there was even less to say; he kept murmuring, "Xiao Fan, so you’re this amazing?"
Not far away, the heads of various families were also discussing.
"I didn't expect that Qingyang City would hide such a person," the Mi Family Head exclaimed.
"Heroes emerge from youth. I thought only a major sect could cultivate such disciples, but it turns out there are also such prodigies among Loose Cultivators," said the Duanmu Family Head.
"Is this person really a Loose Cultivator? Looking at the various Martial Arts Techniques he employs, some of them have probably already reached the level of Secret Techniques. How could a mere Loose Cultivator possess such inheritance?" another family head remarked.
"Regardless of whether he is truly a Loose Cultivator or not, someone like him is not something our small families can provoke. We might inadvertently draw the attention of a significant figure; it's better for us to just watch the show," said the Duanmu Clan Leader.
"That's true, but I think the City Lord's Mansion won't let this matter rest easily. I've heard they are determined to obtain that Ascending Dragon Talisman."
"Hmph, the people from the City Lord's Mansion have always acted tyrannically. However, this young man doesn't seem easy to deal with either. Let's wait and see how they end up with their teeth knocked out!" one family head said coldly.
The people around fell silent, only nodding secretly, indicating their dissatisfaction with the City Lord's Mansion.
On the other side, Chu Lao and another person were equally shocked, but their focus was on another point: whether Lufan could comprehend the momentum of his punches.
While everyone was astonished, on the platform for selecting generals, it had already been a full quarter of an hour since the battle began, and Lufan finally started to feel a bit fatigued.
It was unsustainable; facing an endless wave of attacks like a raging sea, he couldn't keep his nerves taut all the time or maintain such an overloaded combat intensity. Soon enough, he found himself at a disadvantage.
In this disadvantaged position, Lufan had to adopt a more defensive stance, occasionally finding opportunities to take down one or two enemies. So far, he had incapacitated nearly a thousand opponents.
Among these individuals, most were severely injured, and the entire platform was covered with wounded people. Lufan had already retreated to the edge of the platform.
However, this only accounted for a small portion of the Loose Cultivators. Seeing Lufan showing signs of fatigue, the remaining Loose Cultivators felt victory was within reach and intensified their offensive.
At this moment, Lufan's protective barrier had shrunk from a one-foot radius to just three inches. This was a precarious distance; if it shrank any further, he would be unable to effectively use Heaven and Earth Great Shift to deflect the dangerous attacks.
Lufan could feel his strength beginning to wane, a result of prolonged muscle and meridian strain that was causing his body to show signs of fatigue.
Even though Lufan had three major internal energy sources continuously refining Primordial Liquid to replenish his energy, it could only slow down the fatigue at most, not completely eliminate it.
This was an irreversible process; after all, humans are made of flesh and blood, not perpetual motion machines, and they do experience fatigue.
However, in contrast to his physical exhaustion, under the dual stimulation of battle intent and pressure, Lufan's spirit was becoming increasingly vigorous. Focused on utilizing every bit of his strength, he felt that he was just a step away from grasping what he desired.
The weakening of his power forced Lufan to concentrate fully on managing every ounce of his stamina, making it more efficient without wasting a single bit.
Possessing control over himself, he had already been able to manipulate every bone and muscle in his body to unleash the most powerful force.
But now, he realized that this was still not enough; he needed even greater control to exert stronger power from his body if he hoped to turn the situation around.
Under normal circumstances, Lufan would have found such mastery terrifying; what lay beyond that level of control?
But now was different. Stimulated by battle intent and the threat of death, his mental acuity became unprecedentedly sharp. He could vaguely sense a barrier; he had an intuition that if he could break through this barrier, he would access an entirely new world!
Finally, as his stamina continued to decline and he could no longer maintain even the last inch of his protective barrier, Lufan's mind suddenly broke through that layer of separation!
Then, he stood in shock as he felt an incredibly wondrous world—one capable of overturning his worldview!
In the brief moment Lufan was stunned, dozens of Loose Cultivators' attacks struck him almost simultaneously!
It was over; everyone had this thought.
Duanmu Xue felt a sense of despair, tears streaming down her face.
Fatty appeared to be in a frenzy.
Chu Lao and the others sighed, realizing they still had not witnessed a miracle.
The family forces also sighed at the fall of a generation's hero.
The people from the city lord's mansion, however, wore smiles on their faces.
In what felt like an instant, yet also an eternity, this moment was destined to be etched in people's memories.
Just when everyone thought Lufan was doomed to perish, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahaha! So that's how it is! The world truly is wonderful!"
Everyone was taken aback, unable to comprehend how Lufan, who should have been dead, was still alive.
Then they felt an overwhelming aura erupt from the platform. Their eyes blurred as countless shadowy hands suddenly appeared on stage, sending numerous people flying. From a distance, it resembled a blooming lotus flower!
The palm technique was the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm!
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