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Chapter 127 - 114: Who is the Immortal?

Chapter 127: Chapter 114: Who is the Immortal?

"You can still apologize now; I’m afraid I might kill you with one punch."

When Wu Li heard this sentence, he was somewhat speechless. Even a Grandmaster or a World Boxing Champion standing in front of him wouldn’t dare to claim that they could kill him with a single punch.

Wu Li took a step forward and pointed to his own chest, "Go ahead and punch. I won’t block or dodge. If you can force me to take even one step back, you win."

The spectators gasped upon hearing this; the students of the Martial Arts Hall thought Wu Li was too arrogant, especially Zhang Yawei, who had unwavering faith in the Divine Intent Tai Chi taught by Li Lei. During his meditation, he truly believed that he had felt the power of spirit!

Zhang Yawei was convinced that he could unleash immense power in an instant, which was why he had told Wu Li that he was afraid he might kill him with one punch.

He truly believed that, given the numerous times he had sparred with the city sandboxing team, defeating opponents with a single punch that made them retreat again and again, gasping from the pain.

And as members of the city sandboxing team had defeated many challengers and provocateurs in front of an audience, not only Zhang Yawei was convinced of his prowess but also many students respected him as a highly skilled fighter.

Had it not been for Li Lei saying his cultivation hadn’t yet been perfected, urging him to continue his training, he would have already started competing.

That’s why, faced with Wu Li’s arrogance, Zhang Yawei was genuinely angry and intended to give him a good lesson!

Zhang Yawei took a deep breath and even closed his eyes to meditate for a moment, gathering his spiritual power.

Seconds later, Zhang Yawei opened his eyes, feeling that he had mustered enough spiritual power. He shouted explosively and punched towards Wu Li’s abdomen.

Bang! Zhang Yawei struck Wu Li in the abdomen. It felt like he had hit an iron block, causing sharp pain in his knuckle and a huge rebounding force traveling up his arm.

"Ah!" Zhang Yawei cried out in pain, stumbling back several steps.

"Coach!" The surrounding students rushed to support him.

"Coach, what’s wrong?"

Zhang Yawei, clutching his wrist and sweating profusely, displayed a pained expression.

He looked up at Wu Li, who was standing calmly in his original spot, seemingly completely unharmed.

"How is this possible?!"

Zhang Yawei looked at Wu Li incredulously. His punch, fueled by spiritual power, not only failed to hurt Wu Li but had also caused injury to his own wrist?

Wu Li smiled silently. Just now, when Zhang Yawei’s punch came at him, he secretly activated his Golden Bell Shield, transferred his Qi and blood to his abdomen, tensed his muscles until they ballooned up, and combined it with the strength of his waist and abdomen to perfectly collide with Zhang Yawei’s fist.

The human body is actually quite fragile. A simple misstep while descending stairs can lead to a broken leg or a concussion. When Zhang Yawei’s punch landed on Wu Li’s abdomen, which he assumed to be soft, it suddenly hardened, like stepping into thin air, and coupled with the impact force from Wu Li’s abdomen, an unprepared Zhang Yawei injured his wrist.

Actually, Wu Li’s Golden Bell Shield wouldn’t have the same effect in an actual ring fight, as opponents there punch very quickly and unexpectedly, giving Wu Li no time to slowly transfer his Qi and blood. This reliance on the instinctual response of the Golden Bell Shield is also why many practitioners who train in such hard techniques can withstand punches or club strikes with prior preparation but are easily knocked out in the ring.

Just now, Zhang Yawei took several seconds to close his eyes and prepare to feel the power of the spirit before punching, which gave Wu Li enough time to prepare by slowly transferring his Qi and blood. Thus, the result was as it stood: Zhang Yawei threw a punch at Wu Li, who was unharmed, while Zhang Yawei himself sustained a wrist injury.

"Quick, take him to the infirmary!" called out one of the students.

Zhang Yawei’s face was so pale it was frightening, and he was sweating profusely in pain, as if he had sustained a serious injury.

Those practicing Divine Intent Tai Chi only practiced routines every day, neglecting power training, competitive sparring, and resistance to hits, not even knowing what it felt like to be punched, illustrating their poor pain tolerance.

The Martial Arts Hall had an infirmary with professional medical staff on duty at all times, and the group led Zhang Yawei there for the doctor to examine him.

"Are you okay?" the director asked Wu Li.

Wu Li shook his head and also headed toward the medical room.

A group of students saw Wu Li coming and subconsciously made way for him.

"Your wrist is fractured. You need to go to the orthopedic hospital for treatment. I will help you immobilize it for now. Just bear with it a little."

As soon as he entered the medical room, Wu Li heard the doctor speaking to Zhang Yawei.

Hearing this, the room fell silent as death, and everyone turned their heads to look at Wu Li.

Standing still, not moving his arms or legs, taking an opponent’s punch with his abdomen, and ending up without a scratch, while his opponent’s wrist was fractured?

This kind of thing was unheard of, let alone seen.

It was terrifying!

"How can this be? How can this be?"

Sitting on the chair, Zhang Yawei looked at Wu Li, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had practiced the fist technique taught by his master, Li Lei, treating him almost like an Immortal. But today, he had used his master’s technique and threw a punch at his opponent, who was fine, whereas his own wrist got fractured?

Such a turn of events completely overturned Zhang Yawei’s worldview and shattered his belief instantly.

"It can’t be like this, it can’t be like this..." Zhang Yawei mumbled absentmindedly, as if the last ounce of his strength was drained, and he slumped powerlessly into the chair.

The other students on-site were now looking at Wu Li as if he were nearly an Immortal.

These people were constantly brainwashed, firmly believing in what Li Lei preached about spiritual power and they had always been sure that Master Li’s spiritual power was incredibly powerful. After all, could the master’s disciple easily injure someone severely with a single punch? How spectacular must the master himself be?

But today, the direct disciple of Master Li had punched Wu Li and instead broke his own wrist. What did that imply?

Who was the real Immortal, Wu Li or Master Li?

Not just the brainwashed students on-site, but even the netizens in the live stream were completely dumbfounded.

"OMG, is this for real? Just standing still can break someone’s wrist?"

"What is this, True Qi? Inner Strength?"

"Is this staged for the show? This is too hard to believe."

"Holy shit, if this is staged, then aren’t the reactions of everyone on-site a bit too realistic? Are their acting skills that good?"

"Honey, come out and see the Immortal!"

"Mom is asking me why I’m kneeling while watching the live stream..."

...

In fact, even the director of the show was puzzled. He wondered if this was all pre-arranged by Wu Li.

"Wu Li, everyone is eager to know how you did that. Can you explain it to us?" the director asked Wu Li.

Wu Li turned to face the camera, smiled, and nodded, "You might not believe it if I say it, but I’m really not an Immortal."

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