A Genius Beyond Reason
The once confident Steffan now began to doubt his life.
For years, he had walked a path stained with blood and victory.
Every achievent he possessed had been earned through brutal battles fought on the edge of death. He had crossed battlefields littered with corpses, survived countless assassinations, and fought opponents stronger than himself.
That was why he carried such overwhelming confidence.
No.
It was more than confidence.
It was certainty.
He had always believed that he was invincible among those of the sa realm.
Even when facing ten mid-Gold Realm experts simultaneously during training sessions, he had never been pushed into a disadvantageous position.
In every match, he had won with absolute advantage.
His enemies feared him.
His allies respected him.
His title as the Martial Art King wasn’t earned through luck.
Yet everything he believed was being shattered today.
Now, facing Julian D’Aurelius, he could clearly sense that this guy was at the mid-Gold Realm.
On par with himself.
That realization alone had already shocked him.
This kid had hidden his strength and caught him off guard.
Had Julian revealed such cultivation from the beginning, Steffan would have treated him seriously.
He would have prepared.
He would have fought cautiously.
But now it no longer mattered.
Because what frustrated him was not being caught off guard, but that he couldn’t counterattack at all.
Boom!
Another punch slamd into his ribs.
Pain exploded through his body.
Before he could stabilize himself, another fist appeared from a different angle.
Boom!
A third strike followed imdiately after.
Steffan’s face darkened.
In terms of speed, strength, and defense, he was being completely overwheld by this guy.
It shouldn’t have been possible.
They were supposedly in the sa realm.
Yet every exchange felt like he was fighting soone stronger.
Soone faster.
Soone more refined.
Soone who seed to possess answers to every situation.
His attacks missed.
Julian’s attacks landed.
Again and again.
In just thirty seconds, he had already taken at least thirty punches.
Thirty.
Even Steffan found the number unbelievable.
Each punch from this guy was terrifyingly powerful, using so unknown Old Martial Arts technique.
The hidden force embedded within every strike was even more troubleso.
The external injuries were one thing.
The internal damage was far worse.
Every impact felt like a hamr striking directly against his organs.
His blood churned violently.
His breathing beca heavier.
The spectators watched with stunned expressions.
The battle no longer resembled a duel.
It looked more like a one-sided beating.
The Tyson Family mbers were once again stunned.
Although they couldn’t keep up with Julian’s speed, they could tell that every ti Julian punched, there were three muffled sounds.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The first impact landed.
A second force erupted monts later.
Then a third hidden force exploded from within.
Each strike contained layers upon layers of destructive power.
"This..."
"That’s impossible."
"Triple hidden force!"
Several elders couldn’t help but gasp.
This was the highest state of Triple Petal Shelter, the triple hidden force.
It left them all numb.
Even the elders who had practiced the technique for decades felt as if their understanding of martial arts had been overturned.
The techniques they regarded as treasures.
The techniques they spent years studying.
Julian had mastered them all.
And mastered them to perfection.
Nearby, Yana Tyson could only stare blankly at the battlefield.
For perhaps the first ti in her life, words failed her.
Yana Tyson and a few others were speechless.
Their family’s Old Martial Arts techniques were notoriously difficult to master.
Everyone knew this.
The techniques weren’t difficult rely because of complicated movents.
The real difficulty was comprehension.
Understanding.
Insight.
Countless disciples could morize every movent and still fail to grasp the essence.
Yet Julian had done the impossible.
How did this guy manage to master them to perfection in just one day?
Yana finally looked toward her father.
"Dad, isn’t his talent a bit monstrous? How could he master both of our family’s ancient martial arts techniques to perfection in just one day? Even enlightennt at the Dragon Field isn’t this fast."
Her voice carried disbelief.
As a martial arts fanatic, she understood the significance better than anyone.
She wasn’t jealous.
She wasn’t angry.
She was simply shocked.
Completely shocked.
Wren Tyson let out a long sigh.
His eyes never left Julian.
"We all misjudged. Young Master Julian is already at the mid-Gold Realm... achieving this might not be so strange."
Even as he spoke, he wasn’t entirely convinced by his own explanation.
Mid-Gold Realm?
So what?
There were plenty of mid-Gold Realm experts.
How many of them could do what Julian was doing?
How many could master multiple techniques to perfection within a day?
The answer was obvious.
None.
Wren Tyson was also full of emotion.
Thinking back to yesterday, he almost wanted to laugh at himself.
From today on, he was embarrassed to consider his daughter a genius.
So people are just incomparable.
The gap wasn’t asured in effort.
It wasn’t asured in resources.
It was simply talent.
A talent so overwhelming that others could only look up at it.
Nearby, the two elderly Tyson Family custodians felt their faces burning.
Yesterday, they had secretly mocked Julian.
Mocked his arrogance.
Mocked his behavior.
Mocked his confidence.
Now every mory felt like a slap across their faces.
Yesterday, they were mocking this kid for being foolish and arrogant.
It turned out that they were the foolish and arrogant ones.
He had the right to be arrogant.
Such a young mid-Gold Realm expert, far stronger than Steffan.
Had they known, they would have been more polite yesterday.
Much more polite.
Not far away, Cheery silently observed the battle.
Her erald eyes reflected Julian’s figure as he moved across the battlefield like a storm.
She listened quietly to the conversation between Wren Tyson and his daughter.
Her gaze toward Julian grew increasingly curious.
This man continued revealing surprises.
Again.
And again.
And again.
This guy, who could make her hear strange sounds, had such terrifying martial arts talent?
The question lingered in her heart.
The more she learned about him, the more mysterious he beca.
anwhile, Elder Smith’s situation was much worse.
The old man’s face had already beco pale.
His expression shifted repeatedly.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Regret.
Fear.
All mixed together.
He was, at this mont, completely dumbfounded.
This was not right!
Everything was wrong.
The incredibly powerful Steffan was being suppressed?
This guy, who seed to be only at the initial Silver Realm, was as strong as a monster?
He hid his strength so deeply?
Sweat appeared on Smith’s forehead.
His hands unconsciously tightened.
The confidence he had displayed earlier was gone.
Replaced by unease.
Deep unease.
At this mont, he suddenly regretted in his heart.
Was his behavior today too offensive to this person?
A mid-Gold Realm expert wasn’t scary.
But a young, exceptionally talented mid-Gold Realm expert was extrely terrifying.
The difference was heaven and earth.
Steffan was powerful.
But his future had limits.
Julian?
Julian’s future was unimaginable.
Steffan was far inferior to him.
With such talent, breaking through to the Platinum Realm was almost a certainty.
A Platinum Realm expert ant sothing he knew all too well.
A single Platinum Realm expert could completely alter the balance of power among countless forces.
The thought alone made his scalp tingle.
On the battlefield, however, Julian didn’t care what anyone was thinking.
His fists continued raining down relentlessly.
anwhile, Julian continued punching Steffan.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Every strike carried enough force to shatter stone.
Dust exploded beneath their feet.
The surrounding ground cracked repeatedly.
One minute, if spent enjoying a pleasant evening, might pass in the blink of an eye.
But when it ca to being beaten, it felt as long as several years.
Steffan, at this mont, didn’t know how long it had been, only feeling imnse pain and frustration.
His pride was crumbling.
His confidence was crumbling.
His composure was crumbling.
From start to finish, he had almost no chance to fight back.
Every attempt to counterattack was interrupted.
Every opportunity vanished before it ford.
Not to ntion the external injuries.
Bruises covered his body.
His arms ached.
His chest burned.
Every attack from this guy inflicted strange hidden forces, causing severe internal injuries.
His internal energy circulation was becoming unstable.
Blood rose repeatedly into his throat.
He forcefully swallowed it back down each ti.
In battles of the sa realm, when had he ever lost so miserably?
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