Chapter 477: This is Called Sports Science
anwhile, the battle outside the grand formation had also concluded.
The Nascent Soul and Great Ascension stage experts dispatched by Kunlun Immortal Palace and Great Thunder Temple lay scattered across the ground in disarray.
So clutched arms twisted like pretzels while moaning in pain, others stared blankly at the sky with hollow eyes, and a few had already fainted with caved-in chests and blood streaming from their orifices.
On Earth Star, these individuals were undisputed pinnacle cultivators.
Ancient monsters who had been sealed for millennia and only recently awakened during the Spiritual Revival.
Yet now, none of these supposedly invincible old n could even stand up.
At the battlefield's center, Zhang Yibai dangled the Celestial Jade Marrow in one hand while fixing his hair with the other.
His Taoist robes had long been shredded, revealing muscle definition ten tis more exaggerated than Li Zongsi's. His pectorals bulged like twin mountain peaks, while his abdon displayed not rely eight but ten ticulously defined abs that glead with tallic luster under the Celestial Jade Marrow's azure glow.
"Apologies for disappointing everyone," Zhang Yibai grinned savagely, rolling his shoulders to make his back muscles ripple like ocean waves. "This old bones has trained in Wind Spirit Sect's secret techniques for a thousand years—100,000 bench presses and 200,000 squats daily. Did you honestly think re Nascent Soul and Great Ascension cultivators could challenge ?"
Though he hadn't practiced the Tyrant Fist technique, as sect leader he naturally maintained stylistic consistency with his disciples.
A Kunlun Immortal Palace elder leaning against a rock spat blood and rasped:
"What...what demonic art is this? My sword qi actually bounced off your pectorals!"
Zhang Yibai roared with laughter: "This isn't demonic arts—this is sports science!"
Even he nearly cracked while delivering this line.
But he continued the charade: "When muscle density reaches a certain threshold, it naturally deflects spiritual energy attacks. You lot gorge on elixirs all day without basic physical training—how could you possibly defeat ?"
Great Thunder Temple's Monk Jingkong struggled to sit up, face full of disbelief:
"This humble monk cultivated the for eight hundred years...yet you shattered my protective golden light just by flexing your chest..."
"Because you don't understand!" Zhang Yibai clasped his hands behind his back, presenting his terrifying demon-back silhouette. "True cultivation isn't about pills and ditation—it's about scientific training, proper nutrition, and regular rest! Every Wind Spirit Sect disciple consus five kilograms of protein daily, with training regins precise down to every muscle fiber's contraction angle!"
With a casual wave, he produced over a dozen thick manuals: "Behold—my life's work:
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