Chapter 409: Chapter 409: You Are Dreaming
Faced with Song Tianyang’s Infinite Killing Fist, Lin Yun actually intended to withstand it with his bare body. To the onlookers, Lin Yun seemed unbelievably foolish. It was a clear case of an egg throwing itself against a rock.
Song Tianyang’s cultivation had broken through to the Celestial Spirit Realm. Though he was currently only at Celestial Spirit Realm Minor Achievement, his true combat power was no less than that of an ordinary cultivator at the Peak of the Celestial Spirit Realm.
The gap in cultivation between Lin Yun and Song Tianyang was immense. Furthermore, Song Tianyang was one of the Eastern Domain’s Five Great Demon Fiends, making his combat power exceptionally formidable. No one believed Lin Yun could possibly withstand Song Tianyang’s punch.
As everyone watched, Lin Yun’s iron fists relentlessly hammered the Infinite Killing Fist. After just a few punches, his hands were already dripping with fresh blood.
Yet, as if he felt no pain, Lin Yun continued to strike the Infinite Killing Fist.
"This kid is hopelessly foolish. If this continues, his hands will be ruined. Once his meridians snap, they’ll be nearly impossible to heal, even with a Bone Healing Elixir," said one of the Mo Family’s ancestors.
Indeed, while broken bones could be mended with the right Spirit Medicine, severed meridians were a different matter. It meant Elemental Power could no longer circulate throughout the body, making recovery immensely difficult.
What they didn’t know, however, was that Lin Yun’s meridians were just as tough as his physical body. His body had been reforged by the Divine Ape Demon Core, and his meridians had become incomparably resilient.
After dozens of strikes, Lin Yun summoned all his strength. A faint Golden Light began to emanate from his right fist as he unleashed one final, ferocious punch against the Infinite Killing Fist.
In an instant, Song Tianyang’s Infinite Killing Fist was actually shattered by Lin Yun’s brute force.
Seeing this, the two Mo Family ancestors, Wan Tai, and the others all showed a flash of astonishment in their eyes. ’How did Lin Yun do that?’
’To shatter Song Tianyang’s Infinite Killing Fist with sheer force... especially given the enormous gap in their cultivation.’
"Heh, not bad at all. It looks like Flawless Palace has a Demon Fiend of its own on the rise. From now on, it’ll be Six Great Demon Fiends contending for dominance in the Eastern Domain," the Semi-Evil Daoist Master chuckled.
Hearing this, Wan Tai felt a wave of disgust, as if he had just swallowed a fly. He immediately retorted with a cold laugh, "Semi-Evil Daoist Master, a Demon Fiend must first survive long enough to mature."
At this point, Wan Tai was dead set on killing Lin Yun. Given the combat power Lin Yun had shown, it was uncertain if Song Tianyang could even defeat him if they were at the same Realm. He absolutely could not let Flawless Palace gain another Demon Fiend.
"Tianyang, you have brought utter shame upon the Wuji Sect!" he snapped coldly at Song Tianyang.
Hearing Wan Tai’s reprimand, Song Tianyang’s expression was no longer as casual as before. It had turned quite ugly.
"Hmph, I’d like to see just how many of my attacks you can take." With a cold snort, Song Tianyang threw another punch, the Infinite Killing Fist once again rushing at Lin Yun.
In terms of raw power, Lin Yun was certainly no match for Song Tianyang at this moment. In a battle between Demon Fiends, even a difference of a single Small Realm was a vast gulf, to say nothing of the fact that Lin Yun was only at the Seventh Layer of Primordial Ocean Realm.
Faced with another punch from Song Tianyang, Lin Yun once again met it head-on with his physical body.
As he watched Lin Yun relentlessly striking the Infinite Killing Fist, Mo Qingshui’s eyes began to moisten. ’Compared to Song Tianyang, Lin Yun is the one who truly deserves the title of Demon Fiend.’
Unafraid of the strong and never bullying the weak—Lin Yun’s unyielding pride was on full display in this moment.
The skin on his fists was completely shredded, splattering fresh blood and flesh in every direction. The stark white of his bones was laid bare as he once again shattered Song Tianyang’s second punch.
In response, Song Tianyang launched a third punch. Lin Yun shattered it again. The fourth punch met the same fate.
By this point, however, Lin Yun was soaked in his own blood from head to toe. His fists were stripped of all flesh, with only tattered shreds of muscle clinging to the bone. The sight alone was painful to behold.
Excruciating pain wracked Lin Yun’s body, yet his eyes remained bright. He stared at Song Tianyang without a hint of fear.
"Just die! I refuse to believe I can’t kill you today." He hadn’t expected Lin Yun to hold out for so long. Song Tianyang felt as if his pride was being trampled into the dust.
’In his mind, killing Lin Yun should have taken a single blow. Who could have predicted that he would launch four consecutive punches, only to have every single one of them shattered by Lin Yun’s brute force?’
"Just die!" Song Tianyang went berserk. He flashed in front of Lin Yun, and a mad flurry of punches, like raindrops in a storm, rained down on him.
As a Demon Fiend, each of Song Tianyang’s strikes was immensely powerful. Instantly, Lin Yun began coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
Watching the battle unfold, Mo Qingliu, a young girl who understood little of such things, found her eyes welling with tears. She gazed at Lin Yun with a strange light in her eyes.
’What kind of person was he? To be able to keep fighting under these conditions... And... and his eyes... even now, they’re just as they were at the start: clean and clear, without a trace of fear or panic. There was only resolve and a brilliant light.’
Attacking madly, Song Tianyang laughed with a savage grin. "Die for me, Lin Yun! Come on! Take my fists if you have the nerve!"
After a vicious beating, Lin Yun was forced back step by step. Just when everyone thought he was utterly spent, Lin Yun’s eyes suddenly focused. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed one of Song Tianyang’s incoming fists.
Not expecting Lin Yun to have any strength left to fight back, Song Tianyang was about to wrench his arm free. But to his surprise, Lin Yun was a step ahead, landing a fierce punch squarely on his face.
Although the punch hadn’t caused Song Tianyang any real harm, the humiliation of being struck in the face by Lin Yun under these circumstances sent him into an even greater frenzy.
He began punching Lin Yun with reckless abandon. Little Ape rushed in to help but was sent flying by a single punch from Song Tianyang.
Fists rained down on Lin Yun until he no longer had the strength to even stand. The gap in their power was simply too vast. No, it was the gap in their cultivation that was too vast.
Planting a foot on Lin Yun’s chest, Song Tianyang sneered, "Come on, aren’t you so tough? Get up and fight some more! Haha, you worthless trash from Flawless Palace."
As he spoke, Song Tianyang stomped down hard with his foot, and Lin Yun coughed up another mouthful of blood.
"Say it! Say that Flawless Palace is garbage and unworthy of being one of the Eastern Domain’s Six Great Forces! Say it! Say it for me!" Song Tianyang repeatedly stomped on Lin Yun’s chest.
With every stomp, Lin Yun spat out a large mouthful of blood, while Song Tianyang continued to loudly demand that he call Flawless Palace garbage.
After more than a dozen stomps, just as Song Tianyang’s foot was about to land again, the motionless Lin Yun suddenly raised his hands to block it. With a fierce exertion of strength, he shoved Song Tianyang back several steps.
Struggling to his feet, Lin Yun’s entire body trembled precariously. He glanced at the heavily wounded Little Ape lying on the ground, then turned his head back to face Song Tianyang.
His eyes were still bright as he spoke faintly, "Song Tianyang, you’re dreaming." His voice was quiet, even faltering, but the unwavering resolve in his words was felt with perfect clarity by all.
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