235: Chapter 235 The Mighty Vajra Palm! I can do that too!

Lin Tian narrowed his eyes. Such a strong physique, such hard defense.

This Vajra Body of his was indeed the strongest defense he had encountered so far.

Twelve beams of the Xiaguang Sword Technique had been shattered by a single palm; in terms of pure, head-on destructive power, Cao Yun was even a cut above Senior Brother Wang Yidao.

However, so what?

Lin Tian's figure flickered as he unleashed the Cloud Shadow Step, transforming into a blurred shadow as he charged toward Cao Yun.

His speed reached the extreme; on the arena, only a residual image could be seen flashing by, and in the next instant, he was already within three feet of Cao Yun.

Seeing this, Cao Yun was not alarmed but delighted, laughing out loud: "Come on, kid!"

He planted his feet in a horse stance, clenched his fists tightly, and the golden light around his body surged once more.

He remained as unmoving as a mountain, standing right there like a statue cast from refined gold, waiting for Lin Tian to attack.

Seeing this scene, the crowd below the stage shook their heads and sighed.

"It's useless. No matter how many attacks this kid launches, it's all in vain. His sword technique is already his strongest means, and if even twelve beams of the Xiaguang Sword Technique can't break the Vajra Body, what good will fighting up close do?"

"That's right. Even if Cao Yun stands there and lets him hit him, he can't do any damage. This battle has no suspense left."

The Disciples of Chixia Peak were full of triumph, and some had even started celebrating early.

On the Zixia Peak side, there was dead silence, and despair was written on everyone's faces.

Lin Tian rushed in front of Cao Yun.

Without any wasted words, the autumn water sword was unsheathed again, and the sword light, like rain, descended upon Cao Yun, covering the sky and the earth.

Streaks of Sword Qi from the Xiaguang Sword Technique struck Cao Yun from all directions.

The clanging sounds of metal striking metal merged into one, making people's eardrums ache.

However, Cao Yun maintained a cold sneer throughout, his arms crossed over his chest, remaining completely motionless.

The Sword Qi struck his chest, shoulders, and arms, only stirring up layers of golden ripples without leaving even a single bloodstain.

After a round of fierce attacks, Lin Tian stopped.

He slowly sheathed the autumn water sword and stood in place, his chest heaving slightly, appearing somewhat exhausted.

Cao Yun looked down at the few fading white marks on his chest, then looked up at Lin Tian, who had sheathed his sword, the smile on his face deepening.

"Kid, are you admitting defeat?" His voice carried undisguised triumph.

Sighs also rang out from below the stage.

The people from Chixia Peak laughed loudly, and someone shouted: "He must be admitting defeat! How else could he fight if he doesn't? If he can't even break the defense, what's the point of fighting?"

"He won! He won! Cao Yun is the champion!"

On the Zixia Peak side, several young Disciples had red eyes.

An Elder sighed heavily and turned away, unable to bear watching any longer.

Qiao Yiyi bit her lip, and Shen Haoran lowered his head.

They had lost; in the end, they had still lost.

Lin Tian had given it his all, but Cao Yun's defense was simply too monstrous; it was simply not something a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist could break.

However, on the arena, Lin Tian smiled.

That smile held no bitterness, no helplessness, only a light and breezy composure.

He looked at Cao Yun, his tone as calm as if he were speaking of a trivial matter: "Who said I was admitting defeat? Besides sword techniques, I am also skilled in palm techniques. Next, I will use a palm technique."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was stunned.

Palm technique?

The Zixia Peak Disciples looked at each other, blinking, their faces full of confusion.

Zixia Peak was renowned for its sword techniques; the Xiaguang Sword Technique and the Thunderclap Sword Technique were their trademarks.

Palm technique? They had never heard of Zixia Peak having any powerful palm techniques.

An Elder also frowned and asked the person beside him in a low voice: "When did Lin Tian learn a palm technique? Did the Peak Master teach him?"

The Elder beside him shook his head, also looking confused: "I don't know. Palm techniques were never Zixia Peak's strong suit, and there is no noteworthy palm technique Legacy on the peak. Where did this kid learn a palm technique? Could he be talking nonsense because he's desperate?"

Cao Yun was stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder.

His laughter echoed across the arena, full of disdain and mockery.

"Whatever other means you have, bring them out." He waved his hand, his tone full of contempt, "Sword technique or palm technique, use whatever you want. In the face of absolute strength, all tricks are in vain. You cannot break my defense; that is a fact."

He was confident to the extreme.

The Great Strength Vajra Palm combined with the Vajra Body provided both offense and defense; he feared no one in the same Realm.

For a kid at the Fifth-Grade Late Stage, having a sword technique at Perfection was already a massive stroke of luck—could he really bring out another palm technique?

Even if he did, could it be stronger than his Great Strength Vajra Palm?

Lin Tian looked at the smug expression on Cao Yun's face, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Then you had better be careful."

As his words fell, Lin Tian raised his right hand, his five fingers slowly closing together.

At that very instant, a completely different Aura erupted from his body.

Previously, his temperament was like a drawn sword, sharp and exposed.

But now, that sharpness had been reined in, replaced by an oppressive feeling as heavy as a mountain and as solid as a peak.

His palm began to glow with a faint golden light.

That gold was not the sharpness of Sword Qi, nor the biting cold of blade light, but a heavy gold that seemed capable of crushing mountains.

Before the palm was struck, the palm wind had already formed.

A low hum resonated in the air, as if some terrifying power was brewing within that palm.

Cao Yun's pupils shrank violently.

He recognized the golden light on that palm.

He was too familiar with that glow; he saw it on his own hands every day when he Cultivated.

But—how could that be possible?

"Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

Lin Tian struck out with his palm.

This palm strike had no frills; it was simply a straightforward palm push.

Yet, the moment this simple palm strike was launched, it erupted with an earth-shattering roar.

A massive golden palm print burst forth from Lin Tian's palm, carrying overwhelming power, and slammed fiercely toward Cao Yun.

Cao Yun had no time to think about why the opponent knew the Great Strength Vajra Palm; he instinctively pushed his Vajra Body to the limit and struck out with both palms, meeting the attack with his own Great Strength Vajra Palm.

However, the force of Lin Tian's palm strike far exceeded his expectations—it was a Great Strength Vajra Palm at the Perfection Realm, not Major Achievement, but Perfection.

The ferocity and dominance of the palm power were a full Realm higher than his own.

The two golden palm prints collided violently in mid-air.

One was as heavy as a mountain, the other as solid as a city wall.

Yet, no matter how thick a city wall was, it could not stop a mountain.

Boom!

With an earth-shattering roar, Cao Yun's golden palm print was forcibly shattered, turning into golden light that scattered in all directions.

Lin Tian's palm print, its momentum undiminished, slammed solidly into Cao Yun's chest.

Cao Yun let out a muffled groan, his feet left the ground, and his entire body flew backward like a golden cannonball.

He flew across half the arena and crashed heavily into a Formation Flag pillar at the edge, bending and deforming the bowl-thick iron pillar, before falling to the ground and rolling twice before coming to a stop.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Everyone froze in place, as if under a paralysis spell.

The smiles on the faces of the Chixia Peak Disciples froze, and the despair on the faces of the Zixia Peak Disciples also froze.

Some people didn't even realize when the cups in their hands fell and shattered on the ground, and others had mouths agape wide enough to fit a fist.

One palm. Just one palm.

That Cao Yun, whom everyone believed to have invincible and unshakeable defense, had been sent flying with a single palm.