Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 835

A single attack was enough to overwhelm these second and third stage Body Tempering Realm warriors.

If one reaches the fourth or fifth level of martial arts, one punch could probably kill a sixth-level Body Tempering Realm martial artist!

"Hiss." Ling Yanyan couldn't help but gasp, shocked. "No wonder martial artists at the Qi Condensation Realm have such a high status in the empire. The power of just the fourth level of the Qi Condensation Realm is enough to suppress everyone!"

"The power of a fourth-level Body Tempering Realm cultivator is already enough to crush an ordinary eighth-level Body Tempering Realm martial artist. I must break through to the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm as soon as possible, otherwise I will be no match for them!"

Ling Yanyan thought to himself, clenched his fists, and a surge of powerful energy flowed out, gathering in his right foot. He stomped his foot hard, and his figure shot out like an arrow, fiercely crashing into the crowd in front of him.

"boom!"

Ling Yanyan was incredibly fast, rushing to within ten meters in the blink of an eye. He punched a man in the chest, and immediately heard a cracking sound as bones broke. The man coughed up blood and flew backward.

"Pfft." The man fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and immediately lost consciousness.

"what?!"

"Wow, that's fast!"

Everyone present was stunned to see the person faint instantly.

In just a few breaths, Ling Yanyan crippled two of his companions, and the rest were too frightened to approach, retreating in panic, their faces pale and filled with apprehension.

"Anyone who wants to try this move of mine, better not die." Ling Yanyan grinned, his face filled with a ferocious killing intent that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"What an arrogant guy!"

"Ling Yanyan has just broken through to the third level of the Body Tempering Realm, and he's already so arrogant. He's practically courting death!"

Everyone was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush up and teach Ling Yanyan a lesson.

Ling Yanyan showed no fear whatsoever, instead challenging, "Who's coming?"

"I come!"

A burly young man stepped forward and roared, "Ling Yanyan, don't think that just because you've broken through to the third level of the Body Tempering Realm, you can look down on everyone!"

The burly young man took a step forward, his figure shooting out with explosive speed, and threw a powerful punch at Ling Yanyan.

"Well done!" Ling Yanyan was not afraid at all. He roared and charged forward.

"Oh!"

In a flash, the two exchanged blows, a violent explosion suddenly rang out, and a terrifying gust of wind swept outwards.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Ling Yanyan was shaken and staggered backward, his face contorted in pain.

"It actually blocked my punch!" The burly young man's expression changed slightly, not expecting that his punch had failed to injure Ling Yanyan.

"Hehe, let's go again!" Ling Yanyan grinned, a cold glint in his eyes, and charged forward once more.

"Hmph! You're asking for death!" The burly young man sneered and swung his fist again.

"Thump thump thump!"

In the ensuing clash, the two engaged in a fierce battle. Ling Yanyan was repeatedly pushed back, leaving him in a sorry state, and was eventually forced to jump off the stage.

"Such formidable brute strength! Luckily, I have the Iron Shirt technique protecting me, otherwise I would definitely have been severely injured." Ling Yanyan was shocked. He had not expected that the opponent's brute strength would be so terrifying.

"This guy's physical defense is incredibly strong!" The burly young man was also taken aback.

"You lost." Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile.

"I concede." The burly young man pondered for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and left.

The burly youth's defeat at the hands of Ling Yanyan immediately made the others wary. After all, even he, who was at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, was no match for Ling Yanyan, so they were even less likely to defeat him.

"Who among you still wants to fight me?" Ling Yanyan stood proudly in the martial arts arena, scanning the crowd.

“I’d like to experience Young Master Ling’s strength firsthand.” A young man stepped forward, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Ling Yanyan was slightly surprised. He didn't expect this guy to want to compete with him, but this guy had obviously picked the wrong person.

Ling Yanyan was overjoyed. If he

If we cripple this guy, wouldn't we make a killing?

"Enough with the nonsense, come on!" the young man shouted, leaping into the air and throwing a punch at Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan's lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly raised his palm and lightly slapped it out.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

Ling Yanyan casually struck, easily deflecting his opponent's attack and sending him flying. The opponent landed with a crisp sound, followed by the sound of bones shattering.