Marvel: Beginning with the Collection of Shinra Tensei

Zhao Wuji, clearly pleased with himself, pointed at Han Yu and said,

"Let's have a duel outside. If you win, I'll ensure you're compensated to your satisfaction. But if you lose, you'll hand over that girl's contact details and address to my student."

Han Yu's expression revealed a trace of surprise upon hearing Zhao Wuji's direct challenge.

Tang San quickly recounted the entire sequence of events to Zhao Wuji, emphasizing that Ma Hongjun was the one who initiated the trouble.

Zhao Wuji nodded repeatedly as he listened, frowning when he glanced at the still-trembling Ma Hongjun. Turning to Han Yu, he approached and said,

"Brother, my student acted impulsively and ran his mouth. He didn't cause any actual harm. Don't you think your response was a bit excessive?"

True to his reputation as someone fiercely protective of his students, Zhao Wuji stepped in to shield Ma Hongjun, even though the boy had been in the wrong from the start.

"I already went easy on him," Han Yu replied calmly. "If that chubby kid can't even withstand this much, I doubt he'll make it far as a Soul Master."

The tension between Han Yu and Zhao Wuji escalated, far sharper than before.

For a teenager like Ma Hongjun, Han Yu was willing to teach a light lesson and let it slide. But if someone like Zhao Wuji pushed things further, Han Yu wasn't about to back down.

"You," Zhao Wuji said, locking eyes with Han Yu, "let's step outside for a match. If you win, I'll make it worth your while. But if you lose, you'll give my student that girl's contact information and address."

Another ridiculous and forceful demand, though slightly more refined than Ma Hongjun's, it was still utterly unreasonable.

As Zhao Wuji stared at Han Yu, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd encountered a true expert this time.

Throughout the exchange, Han Yu maintained a faint smile. A smile like that either belonged to someone supremely confident in their abilities or someone utterly foolish. Judging by the situation, Han Yu was clearly the former.

"Should we step in?" Xiao Yan asked. Ace glanced at Han Yu, ready to act at the slightest signal. If Han Yu gave the word, Zhao Wuji wouldn't stand a chance.

Han Yu pondered for a few seconds before standing up and heading toward the door, leaving behind a single remark:

"Perfect timing. I just finished eating, so I might as well stretch a bit."

Surprised that Han Yu actually agreed to the challenge, Xiao Yan and Ace exchanged glances, amusement evident in their eyes.

"This is going to be entertaining."

Han Yu had the ability to keep even these otherworldly powerhouses in check. Facing someone like Zhao Wuji? Xiao Yan and Ace didn't know much about Han Yu's background, but they were confident he wouldn't lose.

Zhao Wuji gave the Shrek Seven Devils a reassuring look before following Han Yu outside.

As the two stepped out, the crowd gathered at the inn's entrance quickly scattered to make room. No one wanted to risk getting caught in the crossfire of such a powerful duel.

"How do you want to do this?" Han Yu asked, hands casually in his pockets, tilting his head slightly toward Zhao Wuji.

"Let's make it fair," Zhao Wuji replied. "I'm a Level 70 Assault-type Battle Soul Saint. I'll let you take the offensive. If you can push me back more than three steps within ten moves, I'll consider it your win. If not, it's my victory. How about that?"

Zhao Wuji's proposal made the Shrek Seven Devils inside the inn flush with embarrassment. He was a Level 70 Battle Soul Saint whose martial spirit specialized in both offense and defense.

Based on their estimation, Han Yu was at most Level 50 and most likely a control-type Soul Master. There was no way he could overcome someone renowned as the "Immovable King."

To everyone's surprise, Han Yu agreed without hesitation.

Zhao Wuji clasped his hands together, and the air around him suddenly became oppressive. The pressure he emanated made it hard to breathe, forcing the onlookers to step even farther back before they felt any relief.

"Come!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji ready, Han Yu wasted no time. Clenching his fist, he charged straight toward Zhao Wuji without hesitation.

A punch without any embellishments, carrying a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, slammed directly into Zhao Wuji's chest.

Boom!A deep, resounding noise echoed as the force of the blow met its target, creating a shockwave that overturned the nearby vendor stalls on both sides.

The hapless stall owners found themselves caught in the crossfire.

Zhao Wuji let out a muffled grunt, his eyes widening in disbelief. "This guy isn't a control-type Soul Master? This level of strength can only belong to an assault type!"

"What's the matter? Can't handle the first strike? We're just getting started."

Han Yu smirked faintly, his fists flying out again. Each punch rained down on Zhao Wuji's chest like a relentless downpour. The sounds echoed as if drums were being pounded, heavy and deep, enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

After delivering eight consecutive punches, the Shrek Seven Devils watched in astonishment as Zhao Wuji had already stepped back two paces!

One more step, and he would lose.

"No way... could Teacher Zhao actually lose?"

The Shrek Seven Devils exchanged nervous glances. Each of them had fought Zhao Wuji when they joined the academy, personally experiencing why he was called the "Immovable King."

When he claimed to be immovable, he meant it—at least, it was impossible for someone at Tang San's current level to budge him.

"The last punch!"

Zhao Wuji's expression turned serious. At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate his opponent. Lowering himself into a half-squat stance, his body began to glow with golden light. He shouted in a low voice:

"Vigorous Vajra Bear!"

Martial Spirit Possession!

Seven soul rings emerged from Zhao Wuji's body, encircling him and radiating a dazzling light.

Under the effect of his martial spirit, Zhao Wuji's muscles expanded significantly, his height surpassing two meters. Thick brown fur, like that of a bear, sprouted from his body, and his aura became far more imposing than before.

Zhao Wuji had decided to take this seriously. He couldn't afford to lose face in front of his students.

"So, this is the Vigorous Vajra Bear? It's said to have incredible defensive power. But no matter how strong a defense-type martial spirit is, it won't withstand this strike."

Han Yu chuckled. A black light coalesced in his hand, forming into a small, intricately crafted hammer. With a black glow trailing behind it, the hammer shot toward Zhao Wuji like a meteor.

Upon seeing the black hammer, Zhao Wuji's face changed drastically, his mind roaring in disbelief: "Impossible!"

Inside the hotel, Tang San bolted to his feet as soon as he saw the hammer, his face filled with shock.

"The Immovable King? Move out of my way!"

When the hammer struck, it didn't produce a loud sound. Instead, a shockwave erupted from the point of impact, far stronger than the one caused by Han Yu's first punch.

The explosion rippled outward, throwing spectators 30 meters away off their feet. Despite the distance, the shockwave struck them with such force that many were sent flying several meters. Some even coughed up blood on the spot.

Zhao Wuji's towering, two-meter-tall frame was driven several meters into the ground by the blow. The ground beneath him cracked into countless fragments, revealing just how devastating the strike had been.

The immense power Zhao Wuji endured directly from the hammer was unimaginable.

"Ha… Hao… Tian… Hammer... How… is this possible…"

Those were Zhao Wuji's final words before he collapsed. His martial spirit receded back into his body as he fell unconscious.

"Hmph. If you could withstand that, you wouldn't have spent the last ten years hiding from the Spirit Hall."

Han Yu retracted the Clear Sky Hammer, dusted off his hands, and, under the wide-eyed stares of the onlookers, leisurely walked back toward the hotel.

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