Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 85 One punch shatters Tyron, physical body crushes the direct descendant of a clan

Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan looked in the direction of the students' exclamations.

Their beautiful eyes lit up when they saw the smiling young man in white.

The impatience caused by Tyrone's persistent pestering turned into a bright smile.

They ran quickly to Li Zhexian.

Ye Lingling blinked her beautiful blue eyes, seemingly afraid that Li Zhexian would misunderstand, and quickly explained in a low voice:

"I...I haven't even spoken to him."

"He's always bothering me, it's so annoying."

Li Zhexian chuckled and shook his head.

He glanced at Tyrone, whose face was flushed, and thought that the latter's nose was even redder than his face.

"Let's go."

Li Zhexian turned and walked away lazily.

Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan quickly followed, standing on either side of Li Zhexian.

Three people’s muscles, muscles, and muscles.

Especially the white-robed youth surrounded by the twin pearls of the Imperial Battle.

The students watching were filled with envy.

Tailong's molars clenched so hard they made a grinding sound.

But let’s be honest…

He was intimidated by Li Zhexian.

He was one of the spectators who witnessed "Sword and Wine Warm Wine Slaying Xiaotian" at the academy's Soul Arena.

Knowing his own strength, he probably couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Jianjiu.

But teenagers around sixteen or seventeen are most prone to acting impulsively.

Thinking back on the arrogant words I had just uttered, and feeling the mockery in my classmates' eyes.

With a forced smile, Tailong roared at Li Zhexian's retreating figure, his voice trembling with fear:

"Sword...Sword Wine!"

"You...you stop right there!"

"Ok?"

Li Zhexian paused, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and he turned around.

He was full of energy at this moment, and his powerful sword intent was like boiling water in a cauldron. With just this slight emotional fluctuation, a cold sword light seemed to flash in his eyes.

Meeting that fleeting glimpse of cold light, Tyrone felt a chill run down his spine.

He originally intended to say a few harsh words in front of his classmates to save face.

But under Li Zhexian's dark eyes, which seemed to shoot out sword energy, he was so stunned that he couldn't even stammer out a complete sentence.

"me……"

They dawdled for quite a while.

Tyrone gritted his teeth, stiffened his neck, and said:

"Sword Wine! I know I can't beat you!"

"But... but do you dare to challenge me in pure physical strength, without us using our martial spirits!"

Li Zhexian has not yet responded.

Dugu Yan, who had been watching with her arms crossed, scoffed disdainfully.

"Tyrone, how dare you?"

"Relying on the innate superhuman strength of the Strength Clan to challenge a sword cultivator to a contest of strength? Have you no shame?"

"If you keep making a fuss, believe me, I'll poison you and leave you bedridden for ten days or half a month."

These words caused the students watching to whisper among themselves.

"Talon is so shameless!"

"If you've got the guts, take a sword strike from Jianjiu! See if you can get a hold of it or not and you're finished!"

"Tsk, does Talon think this is Blue Tyrant Academy?"

Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan took the opportunity to link arms with Li Zhexian.

“My dear immortal brother, ignore this person’s unreasonable behavior.”

Dugu Yan explained with a disdainful tone:
"This guy used to be from Blue Tyrant Academy."

"After Blue Tyrant Academy moved out of Heaven Dou City, some students who were unwilling to go to smaller places transferred to Royal Dou."

"His strength is passable; he's considered a reserve member of the Royal Fighting Team."

Dugu Yan spoke eloquently, displaying the air of a leading lady in the Royal Fighting Team.

This is true.

Since receiving the kiss of the blood swan from Li Zhexian.

Her cultivation speed is terrifying.

His soul power level is now on par with Yu Tianheng's.

In the Soul Master Tournament six months from now, she may become the main combatant of the Royal Fighting Team.

Upon hearing Dugu Yan's words, Li Zhexian's eyes flashed with understanding.

It turned out to be the case.

He remembered that in the original story, Tyrone should have joined Shrek Academy. It seemed that the butterfly effect caused by him prevented Shrek from settling in Heaven Dou City and merging with Blue Tyrant.

Instead, Blue Tyrant Academy went to Soto City and merged with Shrek Academy.

This led some students who should have gone to Shrek Academy, like Talon, to transfer to Royal Fighting instead.

"Interesting... another unexpected twist from the plot?"

Li Zhexian raised the corners of his lips and looked Tailong up and down with great interest, who was panting heavily like a bull.

"Alright, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll test my physical strength with you."

These words caused an uproar among those around.

Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan tried to dissuade him, but Li Zhexian raised his hand to signal them to be quiet.

Tyrone's face lit up with ecstasy.

"Sword Wine, you...you really agree to a physical duel with me?!"

Li Zhexian casually flicked his wrist.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on."

Tyrone narrowed his eyes and grinned.

"Hey, Sword Wine, you asked for this, don't blame me for taking advantage of you!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Bang-!
He took a sudden, powerful step forward.

The solid floor tiles beneath their feet cracked and splintered.

Immediately, Tyrone roared, and the muscles in his right arm bulged three times as if inflated, the tightly bound sleeve making a tearing sound as it could not bear the weight.

The fist, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, swung straight towards Li Zhexian.

He had witnessed Li Zhexian send Feng Xiaotian flying with a single punch, and knew that the other party's physical body was also extraordinary.

However, as a direct descendant of the Power Clan, he had absolute confidence in the strength of his physical body.

"Well done!"

A smile appeared on Li Zhexian's handsome face.

He wanted to test his current physical condition.

Even at the Great Soul Master level, when his Frost Spirit Vein Body was first formed, his physical body was already comparable to that of a Soul Master.

After constantly drinking and tempering myself these days, what level of physical strength should my body reach?
Under countless horrified gazes.

Li Zhexian also threw a punch.

Where the fist passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind dazzling streaks of ice blue and fiery red.

Deep within the bones, meridians, and flesh, a faint, dual-colored spiritual light of ice and fire flowed.

That fist, which looks long and even a little delicate!

The force of his punches, though explosive, was as heavy as a mountain!

boom--! ! !
Li Zhexian's fist clashed fiercely with Tailong's fist.

Visible ripples of air swept outwards from the center of the two men's fists.

"How can it be?!"

Tyrone's eyes bulged out, and he cried out in horror.

He felt an unimaginable, terrifying force, accompanied by a strange interplay of ice and fire, crushing down on Li Zhexian's fist like a bursting dam.

呲——

呲——

呲——

Tyrone's sleeves were ripped apart inch by inch.

A series of clear, piercing sounds of bones cracking rang out.

next moment.

Tyrone's massive body flew backward at an even greater speed than when he charged in.

But Li Zhexian was even faster.

He rode the wind beneath his feet, his white shirt fluttering, arriving first despite starting later.

Tyrone was still in the air and had not yet landed.

Li Zhexian lifted the hem of his white robe with his right hand, raised his right foot high, and stomped on Tailong's chest.

Boom——

Tyrone's waist and abdomen twisted in pain like a shrimp as he was slammed hard to the ground.

The ground trembled violently from the impact.

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

Li Zhexian looked down from a high place.

Looking down at Tailong, whose eyes were bulging and whose face was flushed.

He leaned down slightly and said softly:
"Are you convinced?"

In front of the college gate.

The air seemed to freeze.

Only Tailong, trampled under Li Zhexian's feet, let out intermittent "hoarse" sounds, which were particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)