Stronger from Earth-Chapter 83: Who Can Know a Mountain’s Height Beyond the Clouds

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Who Can Know a Mountain’s Height Beyond the Clouds

With each step, the ground trembled, making tiny solid particles jump as if an elephant were walking slowly.

Chen Hong ripped his robe, revealing his muscular body, with bulging muscles that wriggled like undulating mountain ridges with his movements.

Clang! Clang!

Chen Hong pounded his chest, surprisingly creating a metallic clashing sound mixed with a subtle friction from scales, making people doubt whether he was human or a fierce beast.

Wang Xuan appeared smaller than Chen Hong, giving the disciples at the mountain gate confidence, as they thought Wang Xuan’s strength was inferior to Chen Hong’s.

But they didn’t know that Wang Xuan had already cultivated the Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield to the peak of the Body Refining Seventh Realm, his defensive power rendering most Blood Exchange cultivators’ attacks useless.

Coupled with Innate Divine Strength, his current strength surpassed the peak of Blood Exchange by one-third, nearly forty thousand pounds.

Only a powerful cultivator like Chen Hong could compete with him in the Body Refining Realm, or they would be easily swept away.

One strength can overcome ten techniques, forming an overwhelming force, rendering many skills ineffective.

Wang Xuan loosened his tendons and bones, mobilizing his vital energy, quickly reaching his optimal state, for Chen Hong was qualified to be his opponent.

"Come!"

Wang Xuan stomped the ground, his massive force making everyone feel as if a heavy hammer weighing tons had struck the ground, causing the earth to shake.

Chen Hong and Wang Xuan’s eyes were bright and shining, knowing each other’s strength, feeling fortunate to meet a worthy opponent.

Ba-dum! Ba-dum-ba-dum!

The ground was like a giant drum, constantly pounded, with thunderous sounds, as Wang Xuan and Chen Hong lunged forward like meteors, colliding in an instant.

"Bang!"

Wang Xuan’s fist landed on Chen Hong’s abdomen, while Chen Hong’s palm smacked Wang Xuan’s chest, the immense impact causing both to be sent flying over a dozen meters apart.

"Good strength." Wang Xuan’s shirt bore a palm impression, with a large red area on his skin.

Chen Hong’s strength was indeed formidable, as Eight Dragon Temple’s heritage cultivation techniques significantly enhanced physique, and Eight Dragon Temple’s disciples were always outstanding in the same realm physique, with Chen Hong being the cream of the crop.

"You’re not bad either." Chen Hong rarely felt pain battling opponents of the same realm, yet Wang Xuan’s strength could hurt him.

In just one move, both understood each other’s power and defense, evenly matched, with Wang Xuan slightly stronger in power, and Chen Hong having the edge in defense.

"Then let’s have a good fight!"

The two instantly clashed again, their fists thudding against flesh like muffled thunder, making the blood boil, such a brute battle only they could withstand.

Watching the fight between two like behemoths, extremely bloody and fierce, the mountain gate disciples widened their eyes in amazement and shock.

They knew of Chen Hong’s strength and defense, being absolutely among the best of the sixty disciples, with only two or three able to compare.

Wang Xuan, however, was merely a loose cultivator without enough resources or good cultivation techniques, yet he could match Chen Hong, which was beyond their expectation!

The battle circle between Chen Hong and Wang Xuan would shred any mountain gate disciple not in the Blood Exchange realm to pieces, crushed to dust.

"Their chest muscles are so large, much bigger than ours, really terrifying."

Some female disciples marveled and whispered, feeling a sense of inferiority, thinking "even men are better than us."

Wang Xuan and Chen Hong’s physiques weren’t streamlined, yet full of strength, illustrating the aesthetics of violence.

"Their chest muscles are all strength, yours are all fat, why compare? The purposes are completely different." A straightforward male disciple replied, causing the female disciples to roll their eyes.

Though these mountain gate disciples were exceptional, their backgrounds far surpassing ordinary people, there were still strong and weak among them, with a few being the center of attention, wielding significant influence.

Other disciples willingly played supporting roles, proving their strength absolutely outclassed others, being prodigies among prodigies.

"Brother Hua Nian, what do you think of their fight, are you confident in defeating them?" A young man holding a treasure sword, wearing a Taoist crown, conversed with the person beside him.

Hua Nian from True Martial Mountain was handsome, exuding an ethereal aura, yet graceful like a gentleman.

He said, "Their moves lack grace and are too rough. Seeing their strong physiques, they’re actually clumsy, easy prey for agile cultivators."

Clearly, he believed Chen Hong and Wang Xuan had shortcomings in speed and reflexes. If they encountered a fast and technique-focused cultivator, they would be overpowered, just taking hits.

Zhang Qingyu, holding a duster, shook his head, "Their strengths are obvious enough, and their weaknesses are just relative to their strengths. Only a few of us can surpass Chen Hong in reflexes and speed."

To evade Chen Hong’s attacks requires a very strong body technique, for Chen Hong wasn’t as clumsy as Hua Nian suggested, just that his outstanding strength and defense made his speed seem less.

Zhuang Shuixing of Immortal Martial Mountain’s leadership did not partake in the conversation, simply observing Chen Hong and Wang Xuan’s fight, analyzing their weaknesses.

A person’s strength cannot be judged solely on what is apparent. As the saying goes, who knows the height of a mountain shrouded in clouds? Until the mist clears, nobody knows its height.

Perhaps it could be at the mountainside, who knows.

Zhuang Shuixing, hailing from Immortal Martial Mountain, naturally knew Elder He’s prowess, a standout among the second-generation disciples, catching up to the cultivation realm of the first-generation disciples, was incredible.

Elder He arranged this arena battle, with Wang Xuan defending, them challenging, his initial admonishment making it clear that their chances of losing were substantial.

Thus, it was apparent that Wang Xuan’s strength was definitely hidden, and he had the assurance of invincibility, far more than just brute force they were witnessing.

Wang Xuan and Chen Hong’s battle had lasted ten minutes, their vital energy long boiling, exerting their full power, with each strike unleashing all their might, a full-load battle taxing their endurance severely.

Every punch they threw could knock back a large truck, consuming unimaginable vital energy. Their physiques now truly deserved to be called steel, stronger than robots, impervious to blades and spears, with boundless strength.

Chen Hong breathed heavily, rapidly circulating his inner strength to relieve physical fatigue. He looked up at Wang Xuan, realizing the other seemed much better off, truly unbelievable.

Wang Xuan smiled, having pushed multiple cultivation techniques to the Limit Realm, with a strong foundation, and the fifth layer of Life Generating Technique, his endurance was formidable.

"Continuing to fight like this, we’ll soon have to deplete our body’s reserved energy. That’s unnecessary; it’d be better to end the fight soon." Wang Xuan said.

The intense battle was a great challenge to their stamina, yet their physiques had reached a level where subcutaneous fat and other stored energy could break down rapidly, keeping them at peak condition.

These reserves were enough to keep them fighting for a long time, without easily dropping in state.

"Haven’t fought so freely in a long time, a bit reluctant to end it." Chen Hong laughed heartily.

"Same here." Wang Xuan smiled.

In terms of strength and defense, Chen Hong could match him, a rarity, but over these ten minutes, Wang Xuan saw numerous flaws in his opponent.

When it came to technique and moves, Wang Xuan was confident he could counter chen Hong’s moves repeatedly, striking him without getting hit.

His reflexes, speed, and vision were all superior to Chen Hong’s, making victory not difficult when his strength was also not inferior.

On the sidelines, Hua Nian and Zhang Qingyu watched eagerly, waiting for their turn to enter. To them, Wang Xuan was just a brute, now also in decline.

Facing them at this point, Wang Xuan was sure to lose.

"Brother Zhang, how about letting me go up first later?" Hua Nian from True Martial Mountain spoke up.

Zhang Qingyu shook his head, laughing, "How could I let you have this opportunity? You can challenge me after I defeat him; it’s the same."

Clearly, they both had confidence in winning.