Chapter 3446: Patriarch Of The Martial Fist King Sect
Chapter 3446: Patriarch Of The Martial Fist King Sect
People felt it even before they saw its source.
A heavy presence.
A presence that made even immortal cultivators straighten their backs.
Then, from the highest platform of the stadium, a figure slowly walked forward.
He looked old.
White hair.
Wrinkled face.
Long brows that nearly touched his shoulders.
But his body... His body was not old.
It was like a mountain carved into the shape of a man. Every step he took made the air ripple. Every movement carried the weight of countless battles.
People recognized him instantly.
"Patriarch Xiong Tian!"
"The Sect Patriarch!"
"The Martial Fist King himself!"
The cheering became deafening.
Even elders bowed their heads slightly.
This was the supreme figure of the Martial Fist King Sect.
The man who had headed its current era.
The body cultivator who had stepped into the Transcendent Immortal Realm through pure physical might.
Patriarch Xiong Tian walked into the ring with calm steps.
He looked at Lin Mu.
Then at Cattaleya.
His eyes shone with interest.
"I have been watching you both from my private platform," he said. "You have surpassed my expectations."
Cattaleya grinned. "I hope I surpass them again."
Lin Mu cupped his fists respectfully. "It is an honor to be watched by Patriarch Xiong."
Xiong Tian laughed. "You have no need to be polite. Strength speaks louder than manners."
Several elders flew down and bowed.
"Patriarch, why have you come personally?" one asked.
Xiong Tian turned to them.
"This final is too dangerous to leave to ordinary arrays," he said. "I will personally reinforce this stadium. If these two fight freely, the city itself may suffer."
The elders felt their hearts relax.
"With Patriarch here, nothing will go wrong."
Lin Mu felt the man’s aura carefully.
This was not a normal Transcendent.
This was a body cultivator who was equal to someone who had passed two Transcendent Tribulations.
His physical power alone was terrifying.
Lin Mu could tell that if this man punched with full strength, even he would need to take it seriously.
Patriarch Xiong Tian raised his arms slowly.
The entire stadium went silent.
"Martial Fist King Technique," he said, his voice echoing like thunder."Ultimate Defense.""Great Palm Covering the Open Heaven!"
His body erupted with immortal essence.
Not white.
Not gold.
But a deep, ancient bronze color.
A massive illusory palm appeared in the sky, so large that it covered the entire stadium from above.
It looked like a god’s hand descending from the heavens.
Then something strange happened.
The stadium itself began to glow.
The massive stone hand on which the stadium was built resonated with the illusory palm.
The two began to overlap.
The illusion sank into reality.
The real hand and the illusory hand merged.
The entire structure of the stadium changed.
The stone darkened.
Runes lit up.
The air grew heavier.
Lin Mu could feel it clearly, this was no longer just a stadium.
It was now a fortified battlefield, wrapped in the will of a Transcendent body cultivator.
Even Cattaleya felt it.
Her grin widened.
"Oh," she said. "Now this feels right."
Patriarch Xiong Tian lowered his hands.
His aura faded slightly, but the pressure remained embedded in the stadium itself.
"I will maintain this technique throughout your battle," he said. "Fight freely. I will bear the consequences."
Lin Mu bowed slightly. "Then we will not hold back."
Cattaleya cracked her knuckles. "Finally."
The formation masters finished their work.
The arrays shone with layered light.
Barriers stacked on barriers.
Space itself felt thick.
The announcer floated forward again.
"Formation reinforcement complete.""Final match preparation complete.""Contestants, enter the ring."
Lin Mu and Cattaleya walked toward each other.
The crowd held its breath.
They stopped ten meters apart.
Cattaleya rolled her shoulders. "No tricks. No holding back."
Lin Mu nodded. "Pure body cultivation."
"Good," she said. "I want to feel how hard you really are."
The referee raised his hand.
Even he looked nervous.
"Final match of the Great Martial Fist King Tournament.""Cattaleya Duskthorn versus Daoist Lin Mu.""Begin!"
The moment his hand fell, the air exploded.
Cattaleya moved first.
Lin Mu moved at the same time.
Two titans rushed toward each other.
The stadium groaned.
The sky trembled.
And everyone watching knew.
This fight would not be remembered for years.
It would be remembered for eras.
And the moment the two fighters’ fists met, the very space itself shook.
BOOOM!
Literal cracks appeared in the air, as space itself became unstable for a brief instant.
"GREAT PUNCH!" Cattaleya shouted.
"Likewise," Lin Mu replied with a smirk.
The audience watching gasped in shock.
"Heavens! They shook space with just a clash of punches?!"
"Just how strong are those two?"
"I understand Cattaleya, but isn’t Lin Mu only at the Fifth Tribulation Stage of the Immortal Realm?"
"As far as I know, he is a dual body and Qi cultivator, both at the Fifth Stage."
"But still, he should not be this strong."
"You are forgetting his physique. We have never seen a physique like that before."
"True..."
Common cultivators and experts alike discussed in excitement. They had never witnessed such monstrous contestants, both of whom had broken countless records and set new ones.
Records that might never be broken again after today.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
They did not have time to talk for long. Lin Mu and Cattaleya exchanged punch after punch, dozens of blows thrown within seconds. Each fist met the other directly, none missing, none dodged.
With every collision, space cracked slightly, then healed a moment later. This cycle repeated endlessly as the power in their punches kept increasing.
"Are they... still testing each other?" Meng Bai asked nervously.
"They are," Daoist Chu replied calmly.
"Lin Mu knows how frustrated Catt has been," Elyon said. "He is letting her vent it out first. Without that, she might not fully focus later."
"Is that necessary?" Dongxu Ning asked. "Wouldn’t Senior Lin Mu gain an advantage if he attacked seriously from the start?"
"He would not like that," Daoist Chu replied. "He wants a fair and proper fight."