The Monster Called Genius
Until today, she had barely touched the threshold of mastery.
She was still far from perfection.
Cheery stood quietly among the crowd, her silver-pink hair swaying gently in the wind as her erald eyes remained fixed on the battlefield.
Few people understood the significance of what they were witnessing better than she did.
Years ago, an ancestor of the Tyson Family had served as the deputy master of Voidspring Mountain.
His accomplishnts in martial arts were legendary.
His insights had influenced generations of cultivators.
This ancient martial arts technique was created by him and gradually perfected by several elders of Voidspring Mountain.
Generation after generation, experts refined its flaws, improved its movents, and polished every detail until it beca one of the most famous movent techniques in Valemont.
It eventually beca a shared ancient martial arts technique of the Tyson Family and Voidspring Mountain.
Countless geniuses had practiced it.
Countless elders had devoted years to comprehending it.
So spent decades chasing mastery.
Others exhausted their entire lives trying to perfect it.
Yet no one had ever truly reached the level currently displayed before her eyes.
For decades, no one at Voidspring Mountain had mastered this technique to perfection.
So she was astonished at how this man had achieved it.
The more she watched Julian’s movents, the harder it beca to understand him.
He constantly shattered common sense.
His dical knowledge was frightening.
His talent was monstrous.
His understanding of martial arts was outright absurd.
It felt as though every impossible thing beca ordinary once it involved Julian D’Aurelius.
Nearby, Elder Smith’s expression had beco increasingly ugly.
The Tyson Family elders looked no better.
anwhile, Yana Tyson’s breathing had unconsciously quickened.
As soone obsessed with martial arts, her attention wasn’t focused on victory or defeat.
She was completely captivated by the techniques themselves.
Every step Julian took.
Every angle.
Every transition.
Every movent.
All of it was flawless.
There wasn’t the slightest wasted motion.
Watching him perform Dragon’s Tempest Step felt less like observing a martial artist and more like witnessing a master painting a masterpiece.
A strange feeling appeared in her chest.
Excitent.
Admiration.
Curiosity.
And sothing she wasn’t willing to acknowledge yet.
On the battlefield—
The fight had beco increasingly fierce.
At this mont, Julian, transford into several afterimages, launched a frenzied attack on Steffan.
The air exploded continuously.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three afterimages surrounded Steffan from different directions.
No one could tell where the real attack would co from.
Even Steffan’s sharp battle instincts were being pushed to their limits.
His expression, once relaxed and arrogant, had long disappeared.
For the first ti since arriving in Valemont, genuine seriousness appeared on his face.
His fists moved continuously.
His Gold Realm energy surged.
Every punch carried terrifying force capable of crushing stone.
Yet Julian continued weaving around him like a phantom.
Each attack missed by a hair’s breadth.
Each strike cut through nothing but air.
The spectators watched with their hearts in their throats.
No one dared blink.
Because the battle was changing too quickly.
With his strength elevated to the mid-Gold Realm, the defense of the undestroyable Barrier Skill also increased significantly.
A faint protective force seed to envelop Julian’s body.
Combined with the speed and evasion of Dragon’s Tempest Step, he could almost ignore Steffan’s counterattacks.
Several punches that should have landed were either avoided completely or blocked by the powerful defensive technique.
This left Steffan increasingly frustrated.
His attacks felt like striking smoke.
No matter how powerful his blows were, they couldn’t connect properly.
But Steffan couldn’t ignore Julian’s attacks.
Because Julian had also mastered two other techniques to perfection.
The realization sent chills through the crowd.
One perfected technique was already unbelievable.
Two bordered on insanity.
Three was simply monstrous.
They were Mountain Flip Hand Strike and Triple Petal Shelter.
No one knew exactly what those two techniques were.
They only saw the terrifying results.
Every punch carried explosive force far beyond what should have been possible.
And every strike seed to contain multiple layers of power hidden within it.
The mont they noticed it, several elders visibly inhaled sharply.
"Impossible..."
"There’s another technique mixed in there..."
"How many techniques did he actually learn?"
An elder muttered under his breath.
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew.
On the battlefield, Julian’s fists began moving faster.
The atmosphere around him changed.
A violent pressure erupted from his body.
Once the forr was perfected, it could unleash eight tis one’s strength.
The terrifying amplification transford every strike into a devastating weapon.
His muscles tightened.
His internal energy surged wildly through his body.
Every punch produced explosive sounds.
The ground beneath his feet cracked repeatedly.
Even the surrounding air seed unable to bear the pressure.
Although such an attack consud a lot of true energy, he only had one minute.
So he didn’t care about that.
He just went all out.
Julian understood his situation perfectly.
The experience card had a ti limit.
He wasn’t here to conserve energy.
He wasn’t here to test Steffan.
He wasn’t here to exchange moves.
He was here to overwhelm him.
To crush him.
To end the battle before the tir expired.
Boom!
Another punch struck.
Steffan blocked with both arms.
A violent shockwave erupted.
The impact forced him backward several steps.
His eyes widened slightly.
The power behind that punch had exceeded his expectations yet again.
Before he could stabilize himself—
Another fist arrived.
Then another.
Then another.
The attacks flowed endlessly like a raging storm.
Combined with the triple hidden force of Triple Petal Shelter!
Each punch delivered terrifying damage from the inside out.
The first force attacked the surface.
The second penetrated deeper.
The third exploded directly within the target.
It was a horrifying technique designed to bypass conventional defenses.
Even Steffan’s powerful physique couldn’t completely neutralize it.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Every collision caused his blood to churn.
Every impact sent pain spreading through his body.
His arms gradually grew numb.
His breathing beca heavier.
His confidence began cracking.
The crowd stared in disbelief.
Monts ago, Steffan had appeared invincible.
An untouchable monster.
A terrifying powerhouse from the farlands.
The Martial Art King.
Yet now—
He was being pushed back.
Forced into a defensive position.
Unable to regain control.
The contrast was so dramatic that many spectators questioned whether they were dreaming.
Yana’s eyes widened further.
Wren Tyson looked completely stunned.
Even Elder Smith’s expression had beco rigid.
Nobody had expected the battle to develop like this.
Not even Julian himself had anticipated such overwhelming results.
His understanding of the techniques, combined with temporary Gold Realm strength, created an explosive effect far beyond simple addition.
Every perfected martial art amplified the others.
Defense.
Movent.
Attack.
They complented one another flawlessly.
The result was terrifying.
Steffan’s face darkened.
His pride was being challenged.
His reputation was being challenged.
His entire life of battle was being challenged.
The once confident Steffan now began to doubt his life.
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