Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: Chapter 1188: Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword Version 1.0 (Second Update) Chapter 1162: Chapter 1188: Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword Version 1.0 (Second Update) Bang!

Bang!

Each punch, flesh met with flesh.

How hard were Yang Zhen's fists?

Striking on Dong Tianming's head, they didn't even seem to make it tilt.

In the end, Yang Zhen simply didn't want to hit anymore, leaped forward, came before Zhou Tong, and loudly said, “I'm not fighting anymore, just assume I lost. This head is really too hard, truly worthy of a genius from the Third Palace, I admire it, and I'm scared now.”

Not fighting anymore?

A group of people had not yet recovered from their shock. Was Yang Zhen really conceding?

Dong Tianming was even more baffled. He had been punched a few times on the head, all happening in the blink of an eye. Just as Yang Zhen leaped up, Dong Tianming had just thought of shaking off Yang Zhen with an extremely cool pose and giving Yang Zhen a fiercely unstoppable counterattack, perhaps seriously wounding him in one blow.

Only this way could he regain his face after being dominated and head-smashed by Yang Zhen.

But before he could move, Yang Zhen had already conceded?

Conceding?

Is that even a move?

Dong Tianming didn't reply in time and crashed directly into a huge stone pillar in the training ground, causing a thunderous rumble as he smashed the entire pillar.

Zhou Tong reacted the fastest, after all, he had some mental preparation, but hearing that Yang Zhen actually conceded, he also turned his head in confusion and asked Yang Zhen, “Why concede just like that? Weren't you supposed to make his head tilt?”

Yang Zhen looked at Tu Mieyang whose complexion wasn't looking great, whispered to Zhou Tong, “Shush, spare someone when you can, after all, we are all family. It really wouldn't look good to actually make his head tilt. Look, isn't it because I regarded your dignity, that I even gave Dong Tianming a chance to step down?”

Zhou Tong's mouth twitched wildly. I believe you're a big ghost; in this world, there's no one cheaper than you. Is this what you call giving Dong Tianming a chance to step down?

Wasn't this chance made by him crashing his head into the pillar?

Seeing Yang Zhen acting all serious, Zhou Tong was actually speechless, staring dumbfounded at Tu Mieyang.

It took a while for the crowd around to slowly realize what happened, looking at Dong Tianming as he crawled out from the ruins, their faces full of shocked expressions.

Yang Zhen faced Dong Tianming, and Dong Tianming didn't even have the chance to react, just got dominated and punched several times by Yang Zhen?

Yang Zhen… he's that powerful?

As they watched Dong Tianming rise from the ruins, his face deathly pale, raging furiously while bellowing, it startled everyone.

He was indeed infuriated.

But these were all obvious points. Anyone would be furious if someone a level lower in cultivation dominated and repeatedly punched them on the head.

However, Yang Zhen wore the same baffled expression, as if Dong Tianming was unreasonable, as if he had granted him enough dignity but failed to appreciate it.

This… this man is despicable. One must never mess with him lightly in the future.

All disciples from the Six Gates instinctively took a step back.

Roar–!

A deafening roar echoed, Dong Tianming's body erupted with an almost berserk wave of energy, he leaped forward, his long sword humming in the air, flashing with a terrifying brilliance, as he rushed towards Yang Zhen again.

Yang Zhen glanced at Tu Mieyang and rolled up his sleeves.

Tu Mieyang's expression changed, and with a cold snort, he waved his hand casually and Dong Tianming's body uncontrollably flew toward Tu Mieyang.

But with this move, Yang Zhen was taken aback. No wonder he was such a formidable being who was just a step from true power–his control over strength had reached such a terrifying level, something that Yang Zhen still couldn't achieve at the moment.

Dong Tianming heavily fell beside Tu Mieyang, his face full of confusion, and roared at Yang Zhen, “I will kill him!”

A flash of anger crossed Tu Mieyang's face, and he shook his head, speaking in a deep voice, “You are no match for him.”

Upon hearing this, Dong Tianming's body staggered, and his long sword almost fell to the ground.

Not Yang Zhen's match?

If someone else had said this, Dong Tianming might have already thrust his sword at them, but since it was Tu Mieyang who spoke, even though Dong Tianming felt bitter, he could not refute it.

Nobody understood Dong Tianming's strength more clearly than Tu Mieyang. If he said that Dong Tianming was no match for Yang Zhen, then Dong Tianming was no match for Yang Zhen.

The surrounding crowd gasped, all unable to comprehend what was happening.

Yang Zhen suddenly conceded, and Tu Mieyang actually openly stated that Dong Tianming was no match for Yang Zhen.

Who… won this, exactly?

Actually, at this point, there was no need to consider who had won or lost.

Tu Mieyang, with a grave expression, stepped forward, stared at Yang Zhen for a long while, and a slight smile appeared on his face, implying a deeper meaning as he said, “Unexpectedly, even I was mistaken. Your strength is very strong, even stronger than we imagined.”

Yang Zhen grinned and cupped his hands, saying, “I don't dare to claim as much, I don't dare!”

Tu Mieyang glanced at Zhou Tong and said, “However…”

At this point, Tu Mieyang's expression became severe as he stared at Yang Zhen and said deliberately, “I originally had no intention of intervening in the matter between you and Zhou Tong, but since Zhou Tong represents the honor of the Third Palace and the Six Gates, your offer to become his master, even if only in jest, is enough to make the world laugh at us. Even if I do not step forward to settle this claim, the Third Palace won't let you off easily…”

Yang Zhen shrugged his shoulders, asking, “So, do we still have to compete?”

Tu Mieyang chuckled lightly, looking at Zhou Tong and asked, “Old man, what do you think?”

Zhou Tong's face showed a furious expression as he stared at Tu Mieyang and said, “Old man, do not be too presumptuous. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?”

Tu Mieyang laughed heartily, “We've sparred countless times, with no clear winner each time. You naturally don't need to be afraid of me, but Yang Zhen boastfully promised to teach you how to defeat me; what do you say to that?”

“You…” Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes, just about to speak, when Yang Zhen suddenly stepped forward.

“The two of you… a draw?”

Seeing the curious look on Yang Zhen's face, Zhou Tong sneered, “Over time, I'd wear this old man out.”

So it was indeed a draw.

An ambiguous smile appeared on Yang Zhen's face as he looked at Zhou Tong and teasingly said, “It seems like your standing in your circle isn't very high, huh?”

Zhou Tong gave Yang Zhen a white look–of course, how could his status be high if he couldn't pin Tu Mieyang to the ground and rub his face in it?

Tu Mieyang looked at Yang Zhen with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion, while the others also curiously turned their gaze towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen patted Zhou Tong on the shoulder, saying, “The Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword of your Sky Termination Gate, I've slightly modified it. Take it, try if you can tilt Tu Mieyang's head with it.”

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, not only were the disciples of the other five gates stunned, but even Zhou Tong himself was dumbfounded, looking at Yang Zhen and hesitantly asking, “Slightly… modified?”

What did 'slightly modified' mean?

Could a Cultivation Method be so easily altered?

If it could really be changed, would the Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword still be the Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword?

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Well, the changes were a bit major. If you think the name Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword doesn't fit anymore, you can rename it to Sky Termination Dragon Elephant Sword Version 1.0.”

The crowd: “???”

Chapter end

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