Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

"Is the air...distorted?"

Lu Ci suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.

Sensing the white light, Zhang Zhiwei's expression suddenly turned serious. His usually squinted eyes opened slightly, revealing a brilliant golden light.

"Golden Light Mantra - Harden!"

With a flick of his hand, Zhang Zhiwei conjured a nearly solid shield of golden light in front of him.

"boom!!!"

Jiang Zhen slammed his fist heavily onto the golden shield.

This punch didn't create a shockwave or send debris flying; instead, it produced a high-frequency vibration that almost stopped the heart.

At the point where the two made contact, space seemed to crack, and the milky white light and golden light collided wildly.

Zhang Zhiwei's expression showed surprise. He felt that the vibration completely ignored the thickness of his golden light and was destroying the structure of Qi at a crazy frequency along the texture of the golden light.

"This force... no, this isn't force, it's 'vibration'?!"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a low shout, and his originally steady figure was pushed back several meters by this punch. The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the aftershock and cracked open with spider web-like fissures.

Jiang Zhen pressed his advantage, using the recoil from the punch to cut into Zhang Zhiwei's inner circle like a heavy tank.

He unleashed a barrage of punches, each carrying the destructive power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Thanks to the training he received from Master Feng and Bai Fu, as well as the battles he fought on the ship, his combat experience had improved.

Zhang Zhiwei moved with incredible speed, the golden light in his hands shifting unpredictably, sometimes transforming into a long whip, sometimes into heavy armor. The two became two afterimages, one golden and one white, in the center of the training ground. Each collision caused the ground to tremble violently, and even the tables and chairs in the distance shook from the vibrations.

"And what kind of monster is this Jiang Zhen?"

"He's actually dominating Zhang Zhiwei?!"

The boys in the audience were stunned. They knew that Lu Jin had defeated many of the boys on the field without even breaking a sweat, and Zhang Zhiwei had defeated Lu Jin with a single slap. Now, Jiang Zhen was actually able to suppress Zhang Zhiwei for a while.

Lu Jin forgot to wipe away her tears at this moment, staring blankly at the man in the arena who could go head-to-head with Zhang Zhiwei.

However, what truly moved the older generation of extraordinary individuals present, and surprised Zhang Jingqing, was what happened next.

After Zhang Zhiwei received Jiang Zhen's third series of heavy punches, a clear sound emanated from the golden light spell covering his left hand—

"Crack!"

It was a crisp sound, like porcelain shattering.

To everyone's astonishment, Zhang Zhiwei's golden protective shield, which had always been considered "unbreakable," actually developed a tiny but menacing crack at the edge where it came into contact with the white light!

The crack spread rapidly, and the shockwaves traveled along the cracks directly onto Zhang Zhiwei's skin, shattering the sleeve of his left robe and revealing the strong muscles of his arm.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the burst of golden light on his left forearm, and all the laziness in his eyes vanished.

He raised his head, looked at Jiang Zhen, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Jiang... I have to admit, I misjudged you just now."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly lowered his defensive stance. The golden light around him did not dissipate; instead, it became even more dazzling.

"Such a destructive innate ability is something I have never seen before in my life. Since that's the case..."

The golden light surrounding Zhang Zhiwei grew even brighter.

"Let's stop testing each other here. It's time for me to show my true skills."

Jiang Zhen felt the rising momentum emanating from the other party and smiled:

"That suits me perfectly, Master Zhang!"

Chapter 18 Zhang Zhiwei VS Jiang Zhen 2

In the center of the training ground, the air seemed to solidify into a tangible substance.

Jiang Zhen and Zhang Zhiwei faced off, and the fighting spirit between them made the onlookers feel a strange sense of unease.

The golden light surrounding Zhang Zhiwei was no longer the gentle, jade-like state it had been before; instead, it resembled a boiling mass of liquid gold, every inch of its light pulsating and contracting violently. Meanwhile, the milky-white, vibrating orbs of light emanating from Jiang Zhen's fists had grown even larger.

Just as Jiang Zhen was about to take that earth-shattering step, his peripheral vision suddenly swept over his surroundings.

The Lu Family Compound is a typical Jiangnan garden building, with its dougong brackets, flying eaves, white walls and black tiles, every part of which exudes the weight of time.

Meanwhile, the exquisite courtyard was surrounded by a dense crowd of people—the leaders and elders of various sects, as well as their peers who were engaged in heated discussions.

Jiang Zhen knew very well what the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was.

That would be a blatant disaster. Once he unleashes his full power, the entire Lu family would likely be reduced to ruins. And the future "peer" opposite him, amidst the thunder and fire, would probably also be significantly affected.

"Master Zhang, wait a moment." Jiang Zhen suddenly stopped his attack, and the white light surrounding his fist dimmed slightly.

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback, and the golden light around him, which had been like boiling water, calmed down a bit. He tilted his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Brother Jiang, what's wrong? Is your strength insufficient?"

"Do you need to rest for a bit?"

Jiang Zhen shook his head and pointed to the antique houses around him, as well as the young men from various families who were crowding forward.

"If our sparring session leads to the destruction of this magnificent garden for Old Master Lu's 100th birthday celebration, I, Jiang Zhen, cannot atone for that sin." Jiang Zhen's voice, deep and resonant like a bell, echoed throughout the hall. "If we can't find a spacious place to spar here, how about we move to another room?"

Zhang Zhiwei followed Jiang Zhen's finger and looked around. His gaze swept over Lu Jin's tear stains, which were not yet completely dry, and then he looked at his master Zhang Jingqing's expression. He immediately understood.

"Brother Jiang's concerns are valid."

At this moment, Old Master Lu also spoke up, "Perfect timing. There's an open space on the back mountain where Jin'er and the others usually practice. It's sturdy there, so you can do whatever you want with it."

"go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhen was like a heavy cannonball. He stomped his foot hard, and with a muffled thunderous roar, he was lifted into the air and turned into a blur as he rushed towards the back mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, and golden light streaked across the sky like a shooting star, following closely behind.

Master Feng, Old Master Lu, Zhang Jingqing, Zuo Ruotong... a group of big shots in the world of supernatural beings exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep amazement.

"Go! Follow us!" Someone shouted, and the once quiet training ground instantly erupted in cheers as a massive crowd surged toward the back mountain like a tidal wave.

The back mountain of the Lu family is far from those exquisite pavilions; there are only cold, hard black rocks and howling mountain winds.

Jiang Zhen and Zhang Zhiwei stood still again, ten feet apart.

At this moment, the fighting spirit in the eyes of the two was no longer concealed. If the previous encounter in the martial arts arena was a "sparring match," then now, in this desolate wilderness, both of them felt a stirring deep within their souls. It was the purest respect between two strong individuals—giving it their all.

"Brother Jiang, now no one can get in our way." Zhang Zhiwei slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the golden light on his body began to undergo an astonishing change.

The golden light began to concentrate extremely inward, its color changing from golden yellow to a noble, fiery gold. The thickness of the light shrank to less than an inch, but this less than an inch of golden light gave people an indestructible "sacred feeling".

"Master Zhang, be careful. The methods I'm about to use are beyond my control, even I might not be able to handle them!"

Jiang Zhen roared, his legs slightly squatting down into a horse stance, but he only moved once.

"Buzz—!!!"

An invisible wave emanated from Jiang Zhen and instantly swept across the entire back mountain. The young supernatural beings who had just arrived felt the ground beneath their feet tremble slightly.

"Is this a sign that the earth is about to turn over?"

"He really can do it!"

Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Ruotong stood at the front, their eyes piercing. They could sense that the space around Jiang Zhen was emitting an unstable, mournful sound.

"Take this! Air Tremor!"

Jiang Zhen launched the first attack. He didn't use any fancy footwork; he simply took a step forward and threw a punch into the air.

This punch was thrown from a great distance away from Zhang Zhiwei.

However, in the void where Jiang Zhen's fist landed, clear white cracks, like shards of glass, appeared and continued to extend!

"Crack!"

The air shattered.

A visible spatial distortion ripple, carrying an overwhelming force, rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei. Wherever it passed, the hard black rock ground was rolled up like tofu, turning into countless fragments that were pushed forward along with the ripple.

"Wow!"

"That's outrageous!"

"Damn, what kind of amazing skill is this!"

"That's... an innate superpower?"

"He can actually shatter the air?!"

The crowd watched this scene and kept shouting and discussing it.

Faced with this devastating blow, Zhang Zhiwei's face showed no trace of laziness.

"Good! Golden light materializes—a giant bell buckle!"

Zhang Zhiwei clasped his hands together abruptly, and the golden light surrounding him instantly expanded outward, forming a massive golden bell-shaped shadow three zhang tall. The bell-shaped shadow was inscribed with dense runes, radiating an aura as heavy as a mountain.

"Bang—!!!"

The atmospheric crack struck the golden bell, producing a magnificent chime that resounded throughout the entire mountain.

Many of the disciples watching from the surrounding area covered their ears in discomfort, and some even suffered eardrum bleeding from the impact. The golden bell trembled violently under the impact, and countless cracks spread wildly across its surface.

Zhang Zhiwei groaned inside the bell, his feet carving two half-meter-deep furrows in the ground, leaving the golden bell riddled with cracks.

"Not enough! More!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhen seemed to have transformed into a demon god who stepped out of the deep sea. He threw out his fists like raindrops, each punch accompanied by a cracking sound.

In an instant, the entire open space on the mountaintop was covered with shimmering white cracks, as if this space could no longer bear Jiang Zhen's power and was about to collapse at any moment.

"Just what level of combat is this?" Lu Ci, Lu Jin, and the others stood at a distance, their teeth chattering. They considered themselves geniuses, but now it seemed like the difference between them and the two of them was like heaven and earth.

Seeing that the Golden Bell defense could not last, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly changed his posture.

The golden bell instantly shattered into countless tiny golden fragments, and he himself was like a golden lightning bolt, searching for the only way out amidst the dense spatial cracks.

"Brother Jiang, having great power doesn't mean you can touch me!"

Zhang Zhiwei's speed was pushed to its limit. The Golden Light Spell not only provided defense but also enhanced his physical attributes in every way. He moved along the edges of white ripples, with lightning flashing at his fingertips.

Jiang Zhen's eyes narrowed, and his "vibration perception" locked onto Zhang Zhiwei's frequency.

"Can't touch it? Then shake the whole arena!"

Jiang Zhen suddenly lowered his body, his hands forming claws as he fiercely gripped the void.