Special Constitution
"Where did these two ignorant brats come from, daring to cause trouble on my turf?!"
The leader, a bare-chested, burly man, had a rugged face and stood well over two meters tall. His tiger-like eyes were wide and fierce, and his overall appearance resembled a hairless gorilla, radiating a terrifying aura.
His upper body was completely exposed, revealing bulging muscles and thick veins. Each rock-hard muscle gleamed with a bronze sheen under the sunlight, making him look like a humanoid beast forged from steel.
"Your turf?" Zhang Lingxiao sneered. "You're merely at the Peak of the Lingwu Realm as a Body Cultivator, yet you dare act like a king and covet my Zhang family's Spirit Stone mine? You're courting death!"
The burly man and his subordinates exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
"What a joke! So, he's just a brat from the Zhang family!"
"You speak as if you look down on the Lingwu Realm Peak. But what about you? You're only at the Middle Stage of the Lingwu Realm. I admit you're talented—your future might surpass mine—but right now, you're nothing!"
"As the saying goes, a genius who hasn't grown is nothing but potential. Kill them! Old Eight, deal with both of them!"
Old Eight stepped forward, grinning viciously. His eyes gleamed with bloodlust as he charged toward Zhang Lingxiao and Zhang Yuyang.
To these bandits who lived on the edge of death, the two youths were nothing more than prey—mere toys to satisfy their thirst for slaughter.
"Take this punch!"
Old Eight roared as he threw a heavy punch toward them.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuyang stepped forward first, shouting:
"A mere Lingwu Realm First Heaven trash? Leave him to me!"
Having just broken through to the Second Heaven of the Lingwu Realm and awakened his Battle Thunder Spirit Body, Zhang Yuyang was brimming with confidence. The former "cannon fodder" was eager to prove his strength.
Lightning crackled beneath his feet as his body shot forward like a bolt of thunder.
"Startling Thunder Fist!"
In an instant, dazzling lightning surged around his fists, carrying a violent and destructive aura.
Sizzle—Boom!
Thunder roared.
With a single punch, Old Eight was struck head-on by the lightning-infused fist. His body exploded instantly, blood and flesh scattering in all directions.
"You brat, you're courting death!"
The burly man roared in fury upon witnessing this. He immediately gestured to another subordinate to attack.
Zhang Lingxiao, however, remained calm and made no move, leaving the fight to Zhang Yuyang.
From the moment the bandits emerged, Zhang Lingxiao had already swept them with his Divine Sense.
Aside from the burly leader, whose cultivation had reached the Perfection of the Lingwu Realm, the rest were insignificant. The strongest among them was only at the Second Heaven of the Lingwu Realm. Old Eight, who had just died, was merely at the Eighth Heaven of the Qi Martial Realm.
Their strength was uneven—their dominance over the Zhang family's Spirit Stone mine relied entirely on their leader.
And that man… was truly formidable.
Though only at Lingwu Realm Perfection, he was a pure Body Cultivator who had devoted himself entirely to body refinement. His physique was terrifyingly powerful.
Zhang Lingxiao estimated that in pure close combat, even a Xuanwu Realm expert like Long Qingyun might not be able to overpower him.
"Hmph… let me see just how strong you really are."
A fierce battle intent ignited in Zhang Lingxiao's eyes.
The essence of cultivating the Nine Nether Body Tempering Art lay in tempering oneself through battle—facing stronger opponents, enduring blows, and refining the body through constant adaptation.
Only with an unshakable foundation could one stand at the peak.
"Come!"
Zhang Lingxiao roared as he charged forward.
The burly man sneered, his face full of contempt.
"Arrogant brat!"
He stomped the ground, causing it to tremble, and his aura erupted violently. Like a raging beast, he rushed forward at astonishing speed.
"Exploding Palm!"
As he advanced, he thrust out his palm.
A terrifying force erupted instantly, accompanied by a scorching wave of Qi. Flames ignited around his palm, distorting the air as it struck toward Zhang Lingxiao.
"Primordial… Sky-Shattering Fist!"
Zhang Lingxiao met the attack head-on without hesitation.
To truly cultivate the Nine Nether Body Tempering Art, one must possess the will to confront danger directly—without fear of death.
Boom!
Spiritual energy surged violently from his fist.
The Primordial Sky-Shattering Fist demanded extremely high cultivation requirements, but its power far surpassed that of ordinary martial skills.
Fist and palm collided mid-air.
A deafening shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the air and causing nearby onlookers' ears to ring violently.
"Oh my god! That brat actually blocked the boss's Exploding Palm?!"
A scar-faced bandit exclaimed in shock—
Slash!
A streak of lightning flashed.
His head separated cleanly from his body, spinning into the air.
"Now isn't the time to lose focus."
Zhang Yuyang's cold voice rang out.
He now wielded a Medium-Grade Profound Rank longsword, its blade etched with lightning runes that amplified his power significantly.
This lightning-attributed Spirit Sword had been specially selected for him by Zhang Lingxiao from the Nine Netherworld Demon Palace—perfectly suited for his Battle Thunder Spirit Body.
Back then, Zhang Yuyang had been so overwhelmed with gratitude that he nearly embarrassed himself on the spot.
Meanwhile, Zhang Lingxiao and the burly man continued their fierce close-quarters battle.
As a pure Body Cultivator, the man's strength was unquestionable.
Yet, despite Zhang Lingxiao's previous lack of focus on body refinement, he found himself surprisingly composed in the clash, showing no signs of being suppressed.
This realization shocked the burly man.
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Inside the Life Ring…
Gu Yue Ningbing sat on a bamboo chair outside a small bamboo house, quietly observing the battle through a floating reflection.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
"This brat…"
"His physique is… strange."
"His meridians are vast—far beyond ordinary martial artists. His comprehension is monstrous, allowing him to grasp techniques and martial skills with ease…"
"And now… his physical strength is equally terrifying."
"His cultivation speed is also absurdly fast."
She rested her chin on her jade hand, deep in thought.
"What kind of constitution does he possess?"
Several possibilities surfaced in her mind—
Yet each one made her expression grow more serious.
"…Impossible."
"Such physiques… shouldn't appear in a place like this."