Lin Fan strode forward, fearless, his eyes blazing with excitement and battle intent. His body glowed inch by inch, like a rising sun.
With each step, a slight surge of divine power sent torrents of blood qi rippling outward, shaking the ground and cracking it swiftly.
By the end, a strange rhythm emerged, resonating with the heavens and earth. A majestic pressure surged, gripping the hearts of all.
"Junior Brother…" Yue Chan stared, stunned. Since when did he become so bold, so reckless?
"Senior Sister, they've come knocking at our door. If we, like the Heaven-Severing Sect, call for outsiders to help, wouldn't that make our Heaven Mending Sect look utterly incompetent?"
Lin Fan's voice was calm, each step accompanied by a sentence, exuding an invincible confidence, a peerless charisma that declared, Who else but me?
The Witch, hearing this, felt her forehead twitch with irritation. This senior sister and junior brother duo were mocking her in every way, and she had no retort.
She couldn't exactly shout, Jin Chan, step back, let me handle this! The outcome was obvious—she'd be pummeled into the ground. Even against the Heaven Mending Sect's First Generation, she stood no chance.
"Such boldness, my friend!" Jin Chan said earnestly, his body radiating light. He no longer underestimated his opponent, ready to strike at any moment.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the two blurred, clashing fiercely. Fist met fist, palm met palm, divine power roaring like thunder, engulfing the battlefield.
In less than ten breaths, Lin Fan and Jin Chan had exchanged dozens of blows, the clang of their strikes reverberating, leaving countless afterimages. Their speed was unimaginable.
Their fight was raw, fist-to-flesh, devoid of flashy treasure techniques. It was the epitome of brutal beauty, terrifyingly boundless.
"So… incredible. Junior Sister Yue Chan, is this little Junior Brother the sect's First Generation?" a fifteen-year-old female disciple asked, her heart fluttering.
"Why do I feel… like I've seen that Junior Brother somewhere before?" Jin Lingxiao muttered, scratching his head.
In the void, the two stood apart, pausing once more, their expressions grave as they sensed each other's strength.
Lin Fan's body shimmered, crystalline and radiant. As his blood qi flowed, the golden light emanating from him was sacred and flawless, warming faces with an intense, purifying heat that repelled all evil.
Jin Chan's golden body gleamed, mysterious runes swirling across it. His aura was formidable, his presence solemn and majestic.
Then, the crowd noticed his body transform—growing taller, reaching a height of ten feet, exuding a force that seemed to suppress the heavens and earth.
"Jin Chan is extraordinary! Soaked in Diamond Liquid for years, he's cultivated the Indestructible Diamond Body, his physique sharper than an Archaic Vicious Beast," a short-haired, middle-aged rogue cultivator remarked from a distance.
The Indestructible Diamond Body was a supreme divine technique of the Western Sect, representing the ultimate physical form—unyielding through countless calamities, incorruptible even in death.
At its highest form, it could transform into a Six-Zhang Golden Body, capable of withstanding all treasures and immune to blades, unmatched in might.
For Jin Chan to achieve a ten-foot golden body at his age was a testament to his heaven-defying talent, dazzling enough to rank among the Upper Realm's top First Generations.
If he survived and grew, he could become a force to sway the Three Thousand Prefectures.
"Can that Junior Brother hold his own? Isn't this too much for him?" Heaven Mending Sect disciples whispered.
It wasn't that they doubted Lin Fan's talent. At his age, his strength already surpassed most.
But he was so young, starting cultivation years later than his opponent, creating a gap in their realms that sparked concern.
Boom!
The two clashed again, fierce winds raging. Symbols materialized one after another, divine power boundless, like a celestial river crashing through, shattering the battlefield.
They fought from the skies to the ground, sand and dust swirling, the scene chaotic. After dozens more exchanges, they remained evenly matched.
"Tch, tch, tch. The Heaven Mending Sect's First Generation is no slouch. His physique doesn't fall behind. He must've been tempered in their unique Golden Body Liquid," an elder from the Heaven-Severing Sect marveled in the shadows.
In the Upper Realm, only a handful of precious liquids could forge an indestructible body. Diamond Liquid and Golden Body Liquid were equals, both granting an unyielding form.
"Not just that. If he'd only been tempered in Golden Body Liquid, he still wouldn't match our Jin Chan. His physique is likely innately exceptional," a Western Sect monk judged, his eyes gleaming with insight.
Is Junior Brother fighting so fiercely because of me?
Elsewhere, Yue Chan murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes shimmering with emotion as she watched Lin Fan, her heart stirred.
"Hahaha, this is exhilarating!" Lin Fan laughed, like a god or demon, growing fiercer with each clash.
Compared to using treasure techniques, he preferred this direct collision—no tricks, just raw power breaking through all.
Boom!
Two golden streaks flashed across the sky, another massive collision erupting in blinding light.
Jin Chan's massive palm struck, meeting Lin Fan's fist. The impact shattered mountains, destabilizing the void with violent tremors.
The onlookers retreated, faces pale. The sheer physical clash felt like it could rip their souls from their bodies, utterly terrifying.
Suddenly, Lin Fan's speed surged, his fist intent vast as the sea. In an instant, he threw multiple punches, his style shifting.
He became like a living weapon—his body morphing into blade or sword, his arms, fingers, and feet all attacking. A chilling killing aura surged, glinting coldly.
Jin Chan, equally cold and battle-hungry, his eyes like lightning, sliced through the sky. He continued to meet Lin Fan with his physique, still not using treasure techniques.
He had immense confidence in his Indestructible Diamond Body, unshakable as thunder, his aura piercing the heavens.
Boom!
The two young supremes collided, like twin suns clashing, utterly relentless. The battle reached its peak, neither yielding, making it hard to judge who was stronger.
Yet, considering age and cultivation, the Heaven Mending Sect's First Generation's performance slightly outshone the Western Sect's First Generation at the same realm.
"Kill!"
Lin Fan roared, soaring into the air like an ancient barbaric dragon, black hair flying, his aura chillingly unmatched.
Though small compared to Jin Chan's ten-foot frame, the power within him was immense, capable of tearing treasures apart.
Even Yue Chan, who had known him for years, had never seen him like this—so different from his usual cheeky, refined demeanor.
Now, he was razor-sharp, his heroic spirit shining, making the hearts of many female disciples flutter as they held their breath, eyes wide.
Yet Jin Chan felt a growing unease. His opponent seemed to have endless strength, growing stronger with each strike, even ignoring his attacks.
It was as if, when you landed a punch, he returned one just as fierce, targeting every part of your body—a madman's fighting style.
Bang!
They exchanged blows, each landing a fist on the other's chest. Divine light erupted, runes shattered, and their chests caved, leaving deep fist marks.
Cough… "You think this will break my body?" Jin Chan coughed blood, wincing, thinking his opponent was insane for using such a mutually destructive approach.
Lin Fan smiled silently, brushing the dust from his chest. In moments, he was fully restored.
In that area, aside from his tattered clothes, his body bore no trace of injury, flawless as ever.
"Such incredible recovery?!" The crowd gasped, then nodded in realization.
The Heaven Mending Sect's First Generation wasn't just physically dominant—his recovery was extraordinary. No wonder he dared to use a strategy that traded heavy blows.
With comparable physical strength, he feared no mutual destruction. The longer the fight, the greater his advantage.
"Truly monstrous. His physique is already formidable, and his recovery is so fast. In close combat, no one can outlast him!"
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