Bang!

Lu Changsheng's fist slammed into Zhao Wuji’s with a deafening crack—a head-on collision of raw, overwhelming strength. 

In the Divine Strength Realm, a martial artist's body and mind would move as one, allowing them to perceive and respond to even the fastest attacks. As such, any attempt at flair or trickery would be wasted here. No matter how swift the strike, it would be seen, tracked, and ultimately countered. In this realm, victory was decided by raw strength and precision.

For onlookers below the Divine Strength Realm, it was like witnessing the collision of gods. The air split apart as the fists crashed into one another, and the punches came so fast that the exchange looked like a blur. Each strike echoed like thunder rumbling through the sky, sending shockwaves that rippled violently, twisting...