Cultivation Online-Novel

Chapter 1339  Royal General

"You arrogant human, I will make you regret overestimating yourself. I won't need more than a single punch to kill a bastard like you!" Royal General Ozur immediately threw a punch without hesitation, his fist hurtling toward Yuan's face with overwhelming force, bending the space around his fist.

Yuan remained true to his words, not moving a single muscle on his body despite the threatening scene unfolding before him.

"What is that dumbass doing? Is he begging to be killed?"

"Does he really think he can endure three punches from Royal General Ozur?! What an utter clown!" exclaimed a spectator in disbelief.

Royal General Ozur's fist reached Yuan's face in the blink of an eye, and the spectators anticipated seeing Yuan losing his head in the next instant.

The entire stage quivered at the moment of impact, and a powerful gust threatening to blow the audience off their feet swept the scene.

However, in the wake of the destructive aftermath, a profound sense of puzzlement etched itself onto the faces of the audience as they beheld the unfolding scene on the stage.

Yuan did not move an inch from his spot, and Royal General Ozur stood before him with his fist still firmly planted on his face, leaving the audience to wonder if Royal General Ozur had halted his punch right before the attack struck Yuan.

However, judging by Royal General Ozur's shocked expression and the fact that his fist was actually touching Yuan's face, it was hard to believe that Yuan remained unscathed even if Royal General Ozur had pulled back his punch at the very last second.

"W-What transpired just now? Why did the General cease his punch?"

"Did he really halt his strike? His fist is resolutely pressed against that human's face!"

"Are we to believe that the human withstood the Royal General's fist and maintained an unmoved stance after the impact?! Impossible!"

As the audience engaged in speculative murmurs, Royal General Ozur found himself paralyzed by the shocking outcome, as if grappling with profound disbelief, struggling to reconcile the events before him were real.

'What's going on? Why do my fists hurt? Why am I the one in pain?'

Striking Yuan brought back memories of his younger days when he had punched a wall out of anger, only to end up hurting himself in the process. However, he was no longer that weak child. He was the Royal General of the Royal Family—one of the strongest warriors in the entire continent!

Royal General Ozur eventually lowered his fist, revealing a smear of blood on Yuan's face. Of course, the blood did not belong to Yuan.

Royal General Ozur had delivered such a powerful punch to Yuan that his own fist began to bleed, yet it appeared to have no discernible effect on Yuan, as evidenced by Yuan's unscathed condition and nonchalant demeanor.

"..."

Princess Meiya was rendered speechless, as was Giant Emperor Kulas. While both were aware of Yuan's possession of the Golden Immortal Physique, they did not anticipate him emerging unscathed after directly facing Royal General Ozur's powerful punch.

As for Prince Hellak, he firmly believed that Yuan had used some trick to block the attack. "That's one punch," Yuan said a moment later.

Despite his calm voice, he was actually quite shocked inwardly at the outcome.

'The attack just now was at least 10 times stronger than Royal Guard Basar's strongest attack, yet I've managed to block it only using my bare body and without any treasures or techniques.'

"Hahahaha!" Royal General Ozur suddenly burst out laughing, dumbfounding everyone there.

"It appears that I have underestimated you a little bit too much and used too little strength. Good! Very good! Let's see if you can withstand the next strike!" Royal General Ozur claimed that he had gone easy on Yuan just now, but he knew very well that he'd used 70 percent of his strength during that attack.

'Fuck! I have embarrassed myself before His Majesty! I must reclaim my face and kill this bastard with my next strike!'

Thinking this, Royal General Ozur began to gather his strength, taking his time to charge up his next attack, unlike the first strike. Thɪs chapter is updated by N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

A few moments later, Royal General Ozur tossed out a punch that was even more devastating than the previous, aimed directly at Yuan's heart.

'Die, you unworthy human brat!' Royal General Ozur cursed inwardly as he unleashed his fully powered fist, driving it into Yuan's chest.

The stage beneath Yuan's feet cracked upon impact, resonating with a sound reminiscent of a war drum that echoed profoundly in the ears of the audience.

"T-This is… impossible…"

"What are we witnessing right now…?"

The audience muttered in a dazed manner as they stared at the stage.

Just like the previous strike, Royal General Ozur was unable to move Yuan from his spot, much less inflict any damage on him. By now, the audience had to accept the undeniable truth that Yuan had managed to endure two of Royal General Ozur's strikes, emerging completely unscathed.

Royal General Ozur's second punch had enough power to completely obliterate a peak Divine Warrior with ease, yet it wasn't able to damage Yuan in the slightest.

"N-No... this can't be happening..." Royal General Ozur began walking backward, a terrified expression on his face. He had never experienced such helplessness before, not even when he was surrounded by enemies in the heat of battle.

"I will not accept this! I refuse to acknowledge your existence!!!" Royal General Ozur suddenly roared in a fit of rage before charging at Yuan once more, his entire being overflowing with spiritual energy.

"Stop! What do you think you are doing?!" The judge shouted in a panicked manner when he realized what Royal General Ozur was trying to do.

"He's going to use a martial technique!" Princess Meiya stood up from her seat with a worried look on her face. Even if she wanted to help Yuan, she wouldn't be able to reach them in time.

"Finally, a real test."

Despite his predicament, Yuan managed to put a smile on his face, even welcoming Royal General Ozur with open arms, a gesture that only further enraged the broken warrior.