Lu Yuan swung both hands to his sides, like an elephant swinging its trunk. His palms, however, were open, fingers held together, forming the shape of a stone tablet.
This was "God Elephant Stumble Stone"!
Lu Yuan’s intelligence was close to 30, his perception almost demonic. After sparring with Xu Weiguo, he had unlocked the opportunity, the gateway, to ascend to the Grandmaster Realm. He had entered an indescribably subtle state. He could grasp seventy to eighty percent of many Pure Martial techniques with just a glance. If he sparred for a few rounds, he could easily learn their essence.
"God Elephant Stumble Stone" was a killing blow he created by taking the essence of "Stumble Stone Hand"—a technique from Guardian Rou, one of the Evil Martial Association’s guardians—and integrating it into his own "God Elephant Sect" system.
"Stumble Stone Hand" was a technique that overwheld opponents with sheer force. It emphasized ferocious palm power; when unleashed, it was like an ancient, ten-thousand-catty stone tablet crashing to the ground—irresistible. "Stumble Stone Hand" was exceptionally compatible with the imnse physical strength Guardian Rou inherited from the "Glutton God Sect." Similarly, it was perfectly suited for Lu Yuan’s "God Elephant Sect," which also centered on "strength." In a way, this directly elevated the martial art to a tier far surpassing its original version.
WHOOSH—
The instant Lu Yuan struck, the fifty-ter-tall Elephant God phantom behind him moved in perfect synchronization. The two-headed, four-ard Elephantman extended its four arms and pressed down. Its four hooves compressed the air, solidifying a vast, terrifying, almost tangible aura of power. Dark golden Martial God Strength flowed through Lu Yuan’s palms, shimring like inscriptions on an ancient tablet.
Before these two palms even landed, the platform around Lu Yuan began to crack and crumble extensively.
The besieging Grandmasters, their expressions changing, hastily retreated. Those unlucky enough to be caught directly under the terrifying might of these twin palms discovered with horror that, under such pressure, they could hardly even dodge or move. They could only unleash their Grandmaster Power Fields at full strength and erect their Protective Gang Qi, vainly hoping to withstand the two palms.
Then, they saw it.
BOOM!
With a deafening crash, the two-headed, four-ard Elephantman phantom pressed its four hooves down, causing the entire platform to tremble violently. The light from the Grandmaster Power Fields and Protective Gang Qi emanating from the few Grandmasters beneath these hooves flickered and died out in less than half a second, like popping bubbles.
When the four-ard Elephantman lifted its arms, only several human-shaped craters remained below. Inside, Grandmasters lay convulsing or coughing up blood.
"Wh-what kind of True Intention is this? How can it be so enormous?"
A middle-aged Grandmaster standing nearby, who had narrowly been missed by this "God Elephant Stumble Stone," looked up at the four-ard Elephantman above Lu Yuan’s head and exclaid in shock.
Lu Yuan heard this, turned to look at the man, smiled faintly, and said casually, "Enormous? It used to be even bigger."
With that, he casually sent out a palm strike, the four-ard Elephantman moving in sync. An imnse aura stirred the air as dark golden Martial God Strength circulated. It ford a vast and astonishing palm force, causing the man to yelp and dodge.
The crushing pressure generated by the combined assault of dozens of Grandmasters was shattered and dispersed by Lu Yuan in a single move.
Many of their expressions flickered, and they hesitated to advance. Although the rewards were tempting, this current Evil Emperor of the Evil Martial Association possessed martial arts that were bizarrely and overwhelmingly powerful. Despite not being a Grandmaster, the might of his every move was such that even these Grandmasters dared not et him head-on. With nurous cautionary tales fresh in their minds, they began to waver.
Lu Yuan, however, paid them no heed. Seeing that no one else dared to advance, he took the initiative and charged into the crowd.
His Extraordinary Martial Arts were solidifying, an unprecedented Pure Martial system was under construction, and the Grandmaster Realm was within his grasp. His original True Intention had been two hundred ters tall; now, it was condensed and refined down to a re fifty ters. It was only fifty ters away from completely rging with his physical body. A few more instances of such pressure, and he might break through to the Grandmaster Realm in one fell swoop.
Why stop now?
"Penglai Grandmasters? Martial Arts Holy Land? Not a single one of you can fight! You’re all just a bunch of useless curs! How dare such trash call themselves Grandmasters?"
Lu Yuan taunted as his over-two-ter-tall fra, exuding the aura of an ancient behemoth, charged into the crowd. He threw a casual punch at the nearest Grandmaster.
The latter, however, dodged swiftly.
His punch struck empty air, yet it generated a distorted, invisible shockwave that rippled through the air and struck the man from afar. However, it was blocked by the man’s Grandmaster Power Field and Protective Gang Qi. His blood rely roiled, and his face flushed slightly; he suffered no serious injury.
Lu Yuan glanced around. As his gaze swept over them, the crowd instinctively drew back slightly. He saw Grandmasters watching him, so expressionless, others with grim faces, but none showed any intention of making a move.
Clearly, his recent barrage of taunts hadn’t succeeded in goading them into attacking.
It made sense. Those who beca Grandmasters were generally seventy or eighty years old, possessing deep shrewdness and profound Cultivating Qi Skills. Provoking them to willingly step forward and take a beating with just a few taunts was clearly unrealistic.
"That boy’s montum is overwhelming right now. Let’s blunt his edge first and wait for an opportunity to engage. Advancing now would be unwise."
Lu Yuan’s hearing was exceptionally sharp; he caught whispers from the edge of the crowd. Evidently, many had reached a consensus on this point: the Grandmasters were deliberately avoiding a direct confrontation with Lu Yuan.
This was the Grandmasters’ tactic.
Lu Yuan frowned, contemplating how to provoke the siege he desired.
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