Chapter 463: Chapter 463 Shattering the Saintly Body
Sensing the aura I was releasing, shock flashed across nearly everyone’s faces!
"How can Mason Raymond’s aura be this powerful?"
"Grandmaster Peak? Even a Grandmaster Peak doesn’t possess such overwhelming presence, right?"
"Could he have reached half-step Martial Marquis? No way, this aura is intense, but there’s something different about it compared to half-step Martial Marquis."
People debated while their fascination with this epic battle grew stronger.
"So, do you still have doubts?" I leaned back casually and spoke with cool indifference.
Walton Greer’s expression turned uglier than someone who’d swallowed poison. He glared at me and spoke through clenched teeth, "You... you actually entered the Hydrating Tower!"
"Correct." I smirked.
"What else did you think I was doing all this time?"
Walton Greer’s rage hit its breaking point!
I had destroyed his schemes repeatedly, first stealing the Dragon Spirit, now claiming the Hydrating Tower. This was more than Walton could tolerate!
But soon, Walton’s face relaxed.
He narrowed his eyes and declared, "Even if you’ve entered the Hydrating Tower, so what? As long as you haven’t reached half-step Martial Marquis, you’re no match for me!"
"Once I kill you, the Hydrating Tower becomes mine!"
I laughed coldly, "Go ahead and try."
The moment my words faded, Walton roared and his fist shot straight toward my face!
I raised my hand to meet it directly, and when our fists connected, an energy wave exploded outward from our collision point!
This simple exchange alone sent countless spectators stumbling backward!
Even many Grandmasters couldn’t help but retreat several steps!
"No need for such testing." I released Walton and spoke icily.
Walton drew a sharp breath, seriousness creeping across his features.
Even that basic clash had pressured Walton.
"This boy must die; otherwise, there’ll be endless trouble..." A raspy voice echoed in Walton’s mind.
Walton said nothing more, fixing me with a frigid stare. The half-step Martial Marquis aura suddenly exploded from him!
This presence was even more overwhelming than mine had been!
The terrifying pressure made everyone shake!
Those with weaker cultivation immediately coughed up blood!
If Paul Randall hadn’t acted secretly, ordinary people would’ve been crushed instantly!
"Half-step Martial Marquis, truly deserving of its reputation." I looked at Walton and sighed.
Walton spoke coldly, "Mason Raymond, you... truly deserve to die!"
With that, Walton’s figure disappeared completely!
The next instant, Walton materialized above me!
His entire body became a gleaming blade, radiating brilliant light as it pierced toward my head!
The ground under my feet cracked instantly, sending waves rippling across Yago Lake!
This was one of Walton’s killing moves, its power undeniable. Even I couldn’t treat it lightly!
"Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist!"
Golden light erupted as I met it head-on!
"Boom!"
It felt like the world itself had collided, and the blazing light made it nearly impossible to keep one’s eyes open!
My body was like a nail, hammered brutally into the earth!
Under my feet, countless fractures appeared in the soil. Then, a massive crater several meters wide opened before everyone’s eyes!
Just this single attack shredded the clothes on our bodies, exposing our powerful, muscled frames. We stared at each other from a distance, both our faces showing traces of gravity.
"So powerful... If that were me, I’d already be dead..." a Grandmaster said with a trembling voice.
"If you were at the center of that aura, even a peak Grandmaster would likely be severely wounded."
"I really never expected Mason Raymond to be this strong..."
I climbed out of the crater and dusted off my body while speaking coldly, "Want to keep testing? Walton Greer, I don’t believe this is everything you’ve got."
"What?! That was just a test?"
"That technique that nearly destroyed heaven and earth was merely a test?"
"Their power seems beyond our imagination..."
The surrounding crowd was incredibly stunned. If this was only testing, what would a real battle look like?
Walton Greer stared at me coldly and said, "I really underestimated you..."
I sneered, "Show me your trump card, or you might not get another chance."
As I spoke, the golden light around my body blazed brightly, revealing the Third-layer Saintly Body Skill without any reservation.
The golden radiance made me seem indestructible, and at first glance, I appeared like a Golden Immortal.
In response, Walton Greer no longer hid his strength, and his entire body emitted an eerie aura. At his chest’s center, several faint marks became visible.
"Those marks... Are they all Spirit Cores?" I frowned.
Walton Greer stayed silent, sneering, "Mason Raymond, now let me show you what a real half-step Martial Marquis is!"
After speaking, Walton Greer charged forward and, in the blink of an eye, appeared right before me!
"You want to fight me with physical strength? Are you crazy?" I laughed coldly, my golden palm cutting an arc through the air as it slammed toward Walton Greer!
"Whoosh!"
Just as my palm was about to strike Walton Greer, his figure suddenly vanished!
His extreme speed even left an afterimage in the air!
"Bang!"
Before I could regain my composure, a massive palm crashed down on my spine!
With just one blow, the golden light around my body shattered instantly!
Breaking through the Saintly Body Skill with one punch, the half-step Martial Marquis reputation was well-earned!
"Whoosh!"
Before I could react, Walton Greer attacked again, smashing into my chest with incredible speed!
"Thud thud thud!"
My body retreated continuously for seven or eight steps, and my chest dented slightly!
Facing a half-step Martial Marquis, even my powerful body couldn’t withstand the assault!
"Boom boom boom!"
Seizing the momentum, Walton Greer’s figure shot out like a cannonball, continuously striking me from various bizarre angles.
The seemingly simple and plain attacks actually contained earth-shattering power!
At a glance, all the spectators could see were Walton Greer’s afterimages and my battered figure!
"Pfft!"
Under this powerful bombardment, I couldn’t endure any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood!
"It seems there’s still a gap between Mason Raymond and Walton Greer."
"Yes, after all, one is half-step Martial Marquis and the other is peak Grandmaster. It’s already commendable that Mason Raymond hasn’t been defeated in such a short time."
"Master, it seems you overestimated Mason Raymond," Paul Randall’s disciple said, gloating.
Paul Randall stroked his beard and said, "Not necessarily."
"Hmph! Not necessarily? Mason Raymond is clearly losing without any ability to fight back!" his disciple said, unconvinced.
Paul Randall stared at the scene before them and said calmly, "Look, Mason Raymond is starting to counterattack."
