Admiralty Hooded Iron Cloth Shirt

"Swish! Swish!"

The warriors standing on the grudge platform felt the airwaves blow their hair, and their exposed faces contorted with horror.

Elder Wei's fist was truly terrifying! It could crush even heavy stones on a table.

At that moment, they all secretly speculated that the head of the Solid Strike faction must have endured a fierce punch. They even peered down the stage, expecting to see the body that should have been blown away.

But there was no one.

Had Wang Jun, the head, not been struck but died directly on the stage?

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Everyone turned to look at the grudge platform.

And indeed, as they focused on the figure of Wang Jun, their mouths gradually fell open, and their eyes flickered with incredulity.

"What...?"

Li Qingyang's expression mirrored the shock of the crowd.

What had they witnessed to warrant such exaggerated reactions?

They saw Wang Jun standing on the stage, still wearing a smile. But his exposed palms, neck, and even his entire face had turned copper yellow, resembling a bronze statue.

"How did his complexion change?"

"Is this some kind of martial art?"

"I've never heard of martial arts that can change one's complexion!"

But the real question wasn't about the change in complexion. The crucial point was that Elder Wei stood in front of Wang Jun, his right fist connecting with Wang Jun's chest with precision and force. He possessed enough strength to crush thousands of pounds of rocks, and yet, Wang Jun didn't budge. He maintained the same dismissive smile he had before.

The martial artists from various factions were dumbfounded. They recalled the earlier scene when Wang Jun laughed and was struck by Elder Wei's attack, appearing as unmoving as a rock.

Elder Wei was infuriated and couldn't comprehend how his powerful blow hadn't even pushed Wang Jun back a step. He stammered, "You... What kind of martial art is this?"

Wang Jun often smiled lightly and replied, "It's called the Admiralty Hooded Iron Cloth Shirt."

"Admiralty Iron Shirt?"

"What kind of martial art is that? I've never heard of it!"

"The name sounds peculiar; it might not be from our Azure Sun County."

Little did they know that this martial art was unique, not just to Cheongyang County but to the entire Starry Continent. It hailed from Earth's Huaxia country.

Could it be that Wang Jun was a practitioner of this special art?

He's a fake!

Back on Earth, he was just an ordinary person. Forget about understanding kung fu; he lacked exercise all year round. Running a few laps around the playground would leave him panting like a dog!

That iron bell shirt...

"What a close call, what a close call!" Wang Jun often smiled and stood his ground, secretly relieved. "Luckily, there's some resistance to cricket, or I'd be seriously injured if not dead!"

As it turned out, when Wei Yi got angry, he promptly activated the aura-resistant charm from the novice package.

In an instant, when he crushed it, Wang Jun's skin color changed, and his muscles became as firm as copper and iron walls.

At that moment, he had also taken a gamble, betting that the elixir worth 1 contribution point would have a sky-defying effect and that the spell from the novice package wouldn't be weak.

He had bet correctly.

The resistant amulet was incredibly powerful, even super strong!

"I told you," Wang Jun often smiled lightly, "Did you punch on an empty stomach? That was weak."

The duration of the resistant 揍 amulet was 60 minutes. Wang Jun used the remaining 59 minutes and 30 seconds to put on a show!

"Damn!"

Furious, Wei Yi retreated dozens of steps, reaching the edge of the platform, and then sprinted back.

"Whoosh!"

His right fist swung once more, carrying visible shockwaves!

"Again!"

"Stronger than last time!"

"King's head isn't moving. Is he really going to withstand it?"

"Are you that confident?"

*Boom!*

Wei Yi's iron fist struck Wang Jun's abdomen, creating a ripple of weak energy.

The result?

Wang Jun's head remained firmly in place, not budging an inch.

He wore a self-assured smile and quipped, "Elder Wei, you'll need to put in more effort. Fighting like this will only waste your time!"

"Ah!"

Elder Wei was seething with anger.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a barrage of punches.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In a short span, Wang Jun smiled as Wei Yi struck his chest, abdomen, and shoulders several times. Yet, he remained unmoved, wearing a smirk on his face.

In the eyes of the onlookers from various martial arts factions, the scene was as if Wang Jun was a stake, enduring Elder Wei's repeated bombardment.

A wooden stake?

It might as well have been hit with some resistance!

But was Wang Jun often laughing merely a stake?

No, he was like a impenetrable iron wall!

"Terrifying!"

"What an incredible defensive martial art!"

"Admiralty Hooded Iron Cloth Shirt! If I ever come across it in the future, no matter the cost, I must obtain it!"

Everyone present coveted the martial art casually mentioned by Wang Jun.

Li Qingyang and Lu Yan breathed sighs of relief. No wonder their leader had dared to accept Elder Wei's challenge; he had cultivated such a formidable defensive martial art!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Wei Yi was seething with rage, throwing dozens of punches, finally stopping, and panting heavily. Uncontrolled bombardment like this was mentally exhausting.

"What?" Wang Jun often chuckled disdainfully. "Tired?"

But Wei Yi's clenched fists and bloodshot eyes betrayed his anger.

Wang Jun often spoke lightly, "Don't challenge someone of my caliber if you lack the strength. Otherwise, you'll only bring shame upon yourself in public."

While elder Wei was still seething, he suddenly withdrew his fists, took a few steps back, and burst into laughter.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't Elder Wei furious?"

Whispers spread through the crowd.

Elder Wei abruptly stopped laughing, his face contorted as he shouted, "Boy, you managed to force me to use my trump card. You should consider it an honor when you die."

Wang Jun often chuckled and retorted, "Blah, blah, enough of your clichés. Every third-rate villain says the same thing."

"Swish!"

Wei Yi furiously opened his feet, bent slightly, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and performed a movement resembling that of a martial artist preparing for battle.

"Whoosh!"

Two energy spheres mysteriously appeared, gathering in the palms of his hands and continuously absorbing the surrounding heaven and earth's aura.

Wang Jun often chuckled inwardly, "Could it be the Dragon Ball Z kaame haame haa?"

Li Qingyang explained solemnly, "This is the unique martial art of the Spirit Spring Sect, called the Brilliant Golden Stone Fist!"

Wang Jun often burst into laughter, almost falling to the ground. Such a long name for a martial arts technique was truly comical.

Even his two disciples, without missing a beat, had confidently named it. Quite a talent for naming!

However, Wang Jun's expression became more serious as the two energy spheres, fueled by the absorbed aura, grew increasingly powerful.

"This light..."

Li Qingyang, struggling to recall the name of the martial art, said hesitantly, "The Stone Fist seems to be an intermediate-grade martial art."

In the martial arts world of the Starfall Continent, each martial art technique had three sub-levels: elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

Even though the Nine-style Folding Sword was only a low-level elementary technique, when the ninth style was mastered and executed, its power could rival that of a first-level elementary technique.

Given the continent's meticulous classification of martial arts, higher quality and rank meant greater strength.

"No!"

"Intermediate martial arts?!"

"In Azure Sun City, you can't even buy this with money!"

"It's evident that he's a disciple of the Spirit Spring Sect, and he's trained in such a powerful martial art!"

Amidst the envy and admiration of the onlookers, elder Wei continued to push the martial art and the two energy spheres to their limits, causing them to emit dazzling light.

"Whoo!"

A gasp swept through the crowd on the stage.

"Oh my God!"

"So strong!"

"Is this an intermediate-level martial art?"

Martial artists from various factions held their breath, their eyes wide with astonishment.

"Boy!"

Wei Wei shouted angrily, "Prepare to..."

Wang Jun often laughed and casually pulled out a wooden comb, calmly combing his disheveled hair.

"..."

"..."

The entire martial arts arena burst into laughter.

Elder Wei had revealed his secret technique, summoning a powerful gust of wind that howled around him. But what Wang Jun seemed to care about the most wasn't his safety, but the state of his hairstyle!