"A concert only I can't hear!"
Wang Zhong grinned, a wide, happy smile.
This peculiar feeling of being in a different world from the audience brought him a sense of lonely joy.
He liked this feeling.
"Purely defensive? That hardly lives up to your reputation of never being defeated."
His feet parted, his center of gravity lowered, and his fists, clenched, hung by his sides. Every muscle in his body tensed, and his soul power surged through him.
Exhaling deeply, he transformed his right fist into an open palm extended in front of his chest. Wang Zhong's eyes gleamed, and he stomped his feet, sending cracks spreading across the ground.
"Eight Extremes Heaven, Fourth Style, Mountain Shatter!"
Wang Zhong's figure vanished from his spot, turning into a streak of lightning that instantly appeared before the five-person defensive shield. He let out a shout, and his right fist, like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying an incredibly terrifying force, slammed into it.
Bang!
A deafening explosion shook the entire plaza. It was like a clap of thunder, making many people's ears ring and their vision blur.
The impact of this punch was earth-shattering, as if a massive mountain had just collapsed before everyone's eyes!
The Eight Extremes Heaven Fourth Style, using the power of the body to wield divine might, capable of moving mountains and shattering peaks, or diverting rivers and blocking seas.
Unlike the third style, Mountain Cleave, which merely punched through a mountain to create a path, the fourth style, Mountain Shatter, targeted the entire peak before it, aiming to flatten it.
The power and destructive force of the two styles were worlds apart.
This technique, honed through tempering his body in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eyes, was currently Wang Zhong's strongest move.
Cracks spread across the five individuals' defensive shield with a sound of tearing. The phoenix let out a shrill cry, and the transparent, fiery red shield, like a piece of glass about to shatter, was covered in fissures and looked ready to collapse.
Within the shield, Si Qianyi's Neon Robe martial soul enveloped her, rustling as if caught in a strong wind, though there was none.
With a muffled groan, Si Qianyi's face suddenly turned pale, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Shangguan Youlan, Luo Pianruo, Luo Wanruo, and Zhan Sheng experienced the same. Their five-person unified martial soul fusion skill meant that if one suffered, all suffered.
All five of them were injured by Wang Zhong's punch!
Puff!
Spitting out a small mouthful of blood, Si Qianyi wiped the blood from her lips and said in a hoarse voice, "This is no good. His strength and destructive power are too terrifying. Even with the five of us sharing the burden, we can't withstand many more hits!"
"We must go on the offensive! Use our numbers to overwhelm him!"
"Zhan Sheng, you're with me!"
"Youlan, provide support. Pianruo, Wanruo, find an opportunity to use your fifth soul skill!"
As she spoke, Si Qianyi shot forward. Clad in her fiery red Neon Robe, she transformed into a crimson whirlwind, appearing before Wang Zhong in the blink of an eye.
With a wave of her slender hand, she struck towards Wang Zhong without any visible wind or disturbance.
His brow twitched, Wang Zhong met the palm fearlessly. He was never afraid of anyone in a contest of pure strength!
Slap!
The two palms met. Surprisingly, as their forces collided, no destructive energy was unleashed.
His strength had vanished! Wang Zhong clearly felt this change after their palms clashed.
Si Qianyi's delicate brow furrowed tightly, her face paling again. Her fiery red Neon Robe fluttered violently, as if ready to take flight on a gust of wind.
Glancing at Si Qianyi's robes and her face, Wang Zhong's eyes lit up. He withdrew his palm and retreated repeatedly.
"Your Neon Robe martial soul is purely a defensive type. The mental control and charm are merely secondary!"
A look of deep shock crossed his face. Wang Zhong found his own guess incredible. If the secondary mental abilities were so terrifying, then the martial soul named Neon Robe must be a top-tier defensive artifact martial soul.
It was likely far superior to Lu Xiaoshuang's Double Layered Thick Armor Turtle!
"Defense? No, you're mistaken!"
Si Qianyi's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed. She flipped her hand and struck towards Wang Zhong again. The whistling wind and surging airwaves made Wang Zhong's heart pound.
Not daring to be careless, Wang Zhong threw out a punch, meeting her palm head-on!
But unlike before, this collision was like a volcanic eruption. The arena beneath their feet was torn apart like paper. The terrifying force of their collision forced Wang Zhong back several steps.
Although Si Qianyi retreated more steps than Wang Zhong, it was only two or three!
Her strength is almost on par with mine!
This thought, filled with disbelief, appeared in Wang Zhong's mind.
In a pure strength contest, Wang Zhong was confident he could hold his own even against a pure strength-type Soul Sage! He had endured immense hardship and shed countless drops of sweat, experiencing pain and danger mixed with a little luck, to reach this level.
Yet, this slender, tall woman could match him!
Impressive!
This was a heartfelt compliment from Wang Zhong.
His gaze flickered to Zhan Sheng, who was currently entangled with a wood clone. Si Qianyi's spiritual power locked onto Wang Zhong.
She had initially thought that with her leading the charge and Zhan Sheng providing support, they would gain a significant advantage. However, she hadn't expected Wang Zhong's wood clone to directly engage Zhan Sheng after her move, and they were locked in a fierce battle.
Zhan Sheng's drumsticks could generate devastating sound waves by striking any object, even the air.
Anything hit by these sound waves would be pulverized, even iron and stone.
But Wang Zhong's wood clone was incredibly strong, not only being incredibly tough but also possessing rapid regenerative abilities that could instantly mend any damage.
After several exchanges, Zhan Sheng was completely suppressed, unable to provide perfect support for Si Qianyi.
On the other side, Wang Zhong's remaining three wood clones simultaneously targeted Shangguan Youlan, Luo Pianruo, and Luo Wanruo. They eyed them menacingly but did not attack immediately, instead maintaining a cautious guard.
Under Wang Zhong's consciousness, he clearly saw that the moment the other three wood clones moved to attack the trio, Luo Pianruo and Luo Wanruo lightly plucked their strings, and somehow, the three wood clones were severed at the waist.
If not for the wood clones' strong recovery abilities, which allowed them to quickly reassemble their severed halves, Wang Zhong might have been facing a four-person pincer attack!
Scanning the battle situation with his spiritual sense, Si Qianyi's expression changed. She shot forward again, her palm striking towards Wang Zhong.
But this palm strike was different from the previous one, resembling the first clash between them.
Light and airy, with no ripples.
Having experienced that first palm strike, Wang Zhong no longer dared to underestimate the woman before him. He spread his feet and unleashed the Fourth Style of Eight Extremes Heaven, Mountain Shatter, without reservation.
The fiery red Neon Robe rustled as usual, but this time, Si Qianyi suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. Her face pale, she was forced back by the momentum of Wang Zhong's attack, directly towards Shangguan Youlan and the other two. Zhan Sheng, at this moment, also endured a blow from a wood clone and retreated into the group of five.