War God Long Ao

"Long Ao, let me show you my Profound Turtle Battle Armor."

Before Long Ao could even react, Old Fatty had already shot forward.

Not daring to be the slightest bit careless, Long Ao viciously threw both fists forward. But this time, Old Fatty chose not to dodge, taking the full brunt of the Divine Dragon Arm and Nether Tiger Arm.

CLANG. CLANG.

It sounded like metal striking metal. Long Ao realized that since his opponent had summoned the Profound Turtle Battle Armor, he could simply stand still and take his strongest blows without issue. 'What a terrifying piece of armor.'

Long Ao now finally understood why Old Fatty had been so confident.

"Hahaha! You're not worthy of breaking my Profound Turtle Battle Armor."

Old Fatty laughed as he attacked. With that, Long Ao was forced onto the defensive, constrained at every turn and relentlessly pressed back by Old Fatty.

Seeing this, Guan Feng and the others all started laughing. They had great confidence in Old Fatty's Profound Turtle Battle Armor. Faced with its extremely high Defense Power, Long Ao could only be a punching bag.

In the blink of an eye, five moves had passed.

Long Ao didn't let his guard down in the slightest. His fists continued to rain down, each blow stronger than the last. But Old Fatty's Profound Turtle Battle Armor was too tough. No matter how much power Long Ao put into his attacks, he couldn't break it.

'Can I really not even defeat a single Venerable?'

Long Ao knew that if he couldn't even defeat Old Fatty, then there was no point in even thinking about the Blood Sea Sect's three Supreme Venerables and nine Venerables. He might as well just leave now.

The blood feud with his family was irreconcilable.

There was no way Long Ao would choose to give up. Since a head-on clash couldn't win him the fight, he had to go all-in.

Long Ao continued to hammer Old Fatty with his fists. Old Fatty didn't dodge at all, relying on his Profound Turtle Battle Armor to block as he threw his own punches in return.

He unleashed the Soul-Sealing Seal, the Nether Burning Seal, and the Heaven-Burying Seal in quick succession. Long Ao hoped to use the Destruction Seal Technique to first corrode his opponent's soul, and then shatter his Profound Turtle Battle Armor.

The Destruction Seal Technique was undeniably powerful. Old Fatty's face suddenly grew taut; he realized a bizarre power had begun to corrode his soul from within his mind.

'What in the world is happening?'

Not daring to be the slightest bit careless, Old Fatty immediately redirected his energy to stamp out this power. As a result, the force of his attacks diminished significantly.

Long Ao was inwardly delighted.

Long Ao refused to let this golden opportunity slip away. He hammered his opponent with one punch after another. Knowing how formidable the Profound Turtle Battle Armor was, Long Ao specifically targeted Old Fatty's other parts. He refused to believe he couldn't beat Old Fatty to death this way.

「Around the Blood Pool.」

Seeing Old Fatty only defending and not attacking, everyone was astonished. They had no idea what was wrong with him. Was he going easy on Long Ao?

"Sect Leader, what's wrong with Old Fatty?"

As the most talented Sect Leader in the history of the Blood Sea Sect, Guan Feng had already successfully broken through to the Venerable Realm before the age of fifty. Because of this, his status in the Blood Sea Sect was extremely high, and his word was absolute law.

"Old Fatty seems to have run into trouble. I've heard Long Ao has two Treasures on him that can alter the flow of time. It seems Long Ao has used them to change the time flow around Old Fatty."

"Sect Leader, for the recent Battle of Kyushu, we dispatched a Void Spirit to assassinate a soul. It appears to have been a failure."

"Hmph. That idiot, Huo Teng."

The thought of it filled Guan Feng with anger. He had assumed the Flame Sect would join the Sect Alliance, but he never would have imagined that they would choose the Ghost King Sect instead.

"Sect Leader, what should we do now?"

Everyone could see that in the fight between Old Fatty and Long Ao, Old Fatty was constrained at every turn, forced to retreat step by step by Long Ao. It looked as if he could be slain at any moment.

Waving his hand, Guan Feng spoke in a grave tone, "It is not appropriate for you to intervene right now. Let's wait and see. Old Fatty has the Profound Turtle Battle Armor for protection. It won't be an easy thing for Long Ao to defeat him."

「On the Blood Pool Martial Arts Arena.」

Long Ao successfully struck Old Fatty, and his power began to corrode the man's soul. Long Ao did not pass up this chance. His fists moved in unison, one punch after another, raining down like relentless drops all over Old Fatty's body.

"You—"

Without giving Old Fatty any chance to speak, Long Ao's fists never let up. Old Fatty was currently frustrated to the extreme. He simply couldn't figure out how his opponent had done it, how he could have silently corroded his soul.

Just as Old Fatty was using all his strength to resist the power corroding the soul within his mind, Long Ao sent him to the ground with a flying kick.

Without a moment's hesitation, Long Ao unleashed a Soul Attack. In this state, there was no way Old Fatty could resist. He let out a wretched scream as his body began to convulse.

Long Ao didn't let this golden opportunity pass him by. He flipped on top of Old Fatty and began to viciously beat him, one punch after another.

"Profound Turtle Battle Armor? I'd like to see which is tougher—your armor, or my fists!"

Long Ao used his Divine Dragon Arm and Nether Tiger Arm to savagely pummel Old Fatty. At that moment, Old Fatty's soul was severely wounded, and he couldn't spare any thought for Long Ao's brutal assault, focusing all his energy on mending his soul.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches. In the blink of an eye, Long Ao had already thrown a full hundred punches. One man lay on the ground being pummeled, while the other sat on top of him, smashing away wildly. Everyone watching was completely dumbfounded, staring at the scene in utter disbelief.

They had all thought Old Fatty would defeat Long Ao by relying on his Profound Turtle Battle Armor. But the situation had reversed completely; not only had he failed to win, but he was now being viciously beaten by Long Ao, one punch at a time.

Everyone was stunned by Long Ao's pummeling, frozen where they stood. Even if Long Ao won, this fighting style was like a street thug's brawl—it was just graceless.

But Long Ao completely ignored them all. 'So what if it's like a street thug?' As long as it could defeat his enemy, it was good enough. And so, Long Ao continued to pummel Old Fatty with all his speed, especially targeting the Profound Turtle Battle Armor. He refused to believe he couldn't smash it open.

With his Divine Dragon Arm and Nether Tiger Arm smashing down wildly, Long Ao used every ounce of his strength. By the time Guan Feng and the others reacted, Long Ao had already thrown no fewer than several thousand punches, caving in the Profound Turtle Battle Armor.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

At that moment, cracking sounds echoed from the Profound Turtle Battle Armor. Immediately after, the armor shattered completely. But Long Ao ignored the crowd now rushing toward him and continued his savage assault.

Without a trace of pity, Long Ao slammed a fist into Old Fatty's head, landing dozens of punches in an instant. A pair of arms that could shatter the Profound Turtle Battle Armor could make even quicker work of a skull.

In the end, Long Ao simply beat Old Fatty to death. By the time Guan Feng and the others arrived, Old Fatty had been bludgeoned into a lifeless pulp. His eyes were wide open, unable to rest in peace. Even at the moment of his death, Old Fatty couldn't comprehend how Long Ao had managed to do it.