The fists of the two collided without any fancy moves.
For a martial artist in the Divine Power Realm, the integration of consciousness and body made speed and reaction seem insignificant. Therefore, many martial techniques in the Divine Power Realm abandoned flashy moves and speed, as they had little effect.
Even if the speed was extraordinary, the neural reactions of Divine Power Realm martial artists could still respond effectively.
However, for those below the Divine Power Realm, witnessing this scene was quite shocking.
The sky was filled with countless fist shadows, all colliding with each other, creating a piercing collision sound. Moreover, there were terrifying shockwaves spreading in all directions from the center of the collision, like surging waves.
Whether it was Wang Feng or Luo Yun, both almost immediately stepped back, distancing themselves from the two fighters.
In a battle between martial artists in the Divine Power Realm, even as peak Organ Refining Realm martial artists, they didn’t have the qualification to intervene.
"Hmm? Forty Cauldrons of Power?"
Zhao Wuji’s expression changed slightly.
Forty Cauldrons of Power!
The opponent actually possessed the power of forty cauldrons!
Zhao Wuji’s expression changed slightly.
The power of forty cauldrons!
The opponent unexpectedly possessed the power of forty cauldrons!
It’s worth noting that he had ascended to the Divine Power Realm for many years, yet he did not have the power of forty cauldrons.
Lu Changsheng squinted his eyes slightly and calmly said, "You’re not bad either, able to withstand my strength, only slightly inferior, at least the power of thirty cauldrons!"
With just one collision, the two of them roughly understood each other’s realms.
Both were at the level of Ten Cauldrons!
One with the power of thirty cauldrons, the other with the power of forty cauldrons.
Although Zhao Wuji was lacking ten cauldrons in power, he was not afraid.
In battles among martial artists, it wasn’t just about realms or sheer strength.
There were many secret techniques and martial skills that could amplify strength.
"Zhuang Thirteen, today, my Venomous Sect concedes. We’ll withdraw entirely from Yancheng. How about we call it a truce?"
"If we continue, it will be a life-and-death struggle!"
Zhao Wuji’s face darkened.
He still didn’t want to engage in a life-or-death battle with Zhuang Thirteen; it simply had little meaning.
"Alright," Lu Changsheng said, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
But before Zhao Wuji could rejoice, Lu Changsheng continued, "If you can withstand two of my punches, you’re free to go."
"Two punches?" Zhao Wuji’s gaze gradually turned grim.
He knew very well that someone like Zhuang Thirteen was steadfast in his words. If he said two punches, it would undoubtedly be just that.
Although Zhuang Thirteen was stronger than him, he had secret techniques and powerful martial skills. Could he not even withstand a mere two punches?
"Fine, just two punches!" Zhao Wuji agreed.
In his eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashed. If there was an opportunity, and Zhuang Thirteen became careless after the two punches, he wouldn’t mind seizing the chance to kill him. For someone like Zhao Wuji, dignity meant nothing. As long as he could kill his opponent, he would go to any length.
Lu Changsheng stood quietly in place, three zhang away from Zhao Wuji.
The entire hall suddenly became incredibly quiet.
Whether it was Luo Yun, Xia Yuanwai, or Wang Feng, their gazes were all fixed on Zhuang Thirteen and Zhao Wuji.
A soft sound, and Lu Changsheng moved.
His movement was like surging waves, as if everyone could hear the sound of waves crashing in their ears.
Lu Changsheng unleashed the Threefold Waves martial technique.
The Threefold Waves were a combination of moves, requiring the accumulation of each strike to unleash a terrifying power.
Although the One-fold Wave could only unleash the power of forty cauldrons at full force, Lu Changsheng also had the Dragon God Transformation.
As he threw this punch, a special transformation was taking place within Lu Changsheng’s body.
Dragon God Transformation!
This was a secret technique of the Divine Power Realm, and the Dragon God Transformation could directly amplify the physical body by thirty percent.
Forty cauldrons of power, with a thirty percent amplification, amounted to fifty-two cauldrons of power!
This meant an additional twelve cauldrons of power, a formidable increase.
Unfortunately, Zhao Wuji seemed oblivious.
He also threw a punch, seemingly employing some martial technique with a bit of amplification, but it probably wasn’t too powerful.
The two collided fiercely.
Zhao Wuji had a smile on his face initially.
He employed a martial technique that could increase his strength by thirty percent.
It was approximately equivalent to thirty-nine cauldrons of power, not much different from Zhuang Thirteen’s forty cauldrons of power.
This was his confidence!
However, as soon as his fist met Zhuang Thirteen’s, Zhao Wuji’s expression immediately changed.
From Zhuang Thirteen’s fist surged a force as mighty as a landslide and a tsunami.
A terrifying power swept over. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt
This force unquestionably exceeded fifty cauldrons of power!
Such a dreadful power seemed to have reached the limit of Zhao Wuji’s arm.
Each time a martial artist ascended to the Divine Power Realm, each marrow change and blood replacement enhanced the body’s quality.
Zhao Wuji possessed the power of thirty cauldrons, having undergone three rounds of marrow changes and blood replacements, resulting in a very sturdy physique.
That’s why he could withstand Lu Changsheng’s forty cauldrons of power earlier.
But now, things were different.
Even though Zhao Wuji unleashed his power, neutralizing most of Lu Changsheng’s force, Lu Changsheng was currently unleashing fifty cauldrons of power.
Such a formidable force was approaching the limits of Zhao Wuji’s body.
Moreover, it wasn’t over.
Lu Changsheng threw another punch.
The Threefold Waves were a continuous barrage, a combination of punches, leaving no room for the opponent to catch their breath.
Watching Lu Changsheng unleash another punch, as if an overwhelming wave blocking out the sky and sun, surging towards him with unstoppable force, Zhao Wuji felt the breath of death at that moment.
This punch, he might not be able to withstand!