Wielding a Brick to Venture into the Immortal Realm

Chapter 32: Submit, or Fight Again (Part 2)

Zhuge Buliang stood like an ancient pine tree on Mount Tai, unmoving and enduring the pressure Zhuge Ming exerted on him.

"Whoosh~~"

Zhuge Ming, brimming with arrogance, charged directly at Zhuge Buliang, his golden true essence-filled fist aimed at Zhuge Buliang, causing the air to seem distorted. Zhuge Ming's lips curled into a cold smile, as if he already saw Zhuge Buliang shattered under his punch.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound echoed, and a figure flew out, but it wasn't Zhuge Buliang—it was Zhuge Ming.

The movement was so fast that no one even saw how Zhuge Buliang made his move. Zhuge Ming was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, scraping along the ground for quite a distance.

"What!"

Everyone was stunned, their faces changing color.

"No way, I must have seen it wrong. Zhuge Ming was actually sent flying by that useless person."

"So fast! Did anyone see how he made his move?"

"No, it was too quick! It might be that Zhuge Ming's body malfunctioned!"

Even Pang Yiqing and Zhuge Musyan had their faces turn pale. Pang Yiqing, a ninth-level Qi Condensation disciple, couldn't even see when Zhuge Buliang made his move.

Li Kewei, standing aside, was also stunned. Zhuge Buliang had actually sent the eighth-level Qi Condensation Zhuge Ming flying, and the speed was so great that even as a Foundation Establishment disciple, she could only vaguely see a shadow.

Zhuge Buliang sneered, "Zhuge Ming, don't say I look down on you. Even if you were ten times stronger, you wouldn't be my match!!"

These words made the crowd sigh in amazement. They could hardly believe that such arrogant words were coming from a so-called useless person.

Zhuge Ming struggled to get up, his face ashen, and shouted, "This is impossible! You must have used some trick!"

With that, the golden light around Zhuge Ming intensified. The golden attribute is the most powerful among all attributes. A sword-like "clang" seemed to resonate within him. Encased in golden light, he charged at Zhuge Buliang once again.

With a punch, the air was squeezed and deformed by the immense true essence fluctuation. Zhuge Ming's fist was like a sharp sword.

Zhuge Buliang raised his palm high, standing firm like a rock.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound echoed. Zhuge Ming failed to cause any harm to Zhuge Buliang and was once again sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

The crowd was in an uproar. This time, everyone could see clearly that Zhuge Ming was indeed sent flying by Zhuge Buliang.

The Seven Star Body was incredibly powerful. Zhuge Buliang had refined his physical body to be even more terrifying than a magical treasure. Shattering mountains and tearing apart lions was nothing to him.

"You..." Zhuge Ming's face turned pale. He could not believe that the so-called useless person he had always looked down upon had managed to send him flying twice in a row.

"How is it possible? Even Big Brother Ming cannot defeat him..." Zhuge Musyan's expression changed, recalling the scene of Zhuge Buliang's great defeat of Luo Fei.

"Junior Brother, don't get close to him!" Even Pang Yiqing had to take the situation seriously, as Zhuge Buliang's strength exceeded his expectations.

Zhuge Buliang laughed and said, "Zhuge Ming, didn't you say you would defeat me with a single move?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! How could I be defeated by a worthless person like you!" Zhuge Ming's face turned pale, drained of color. Golden true essence surged around him as he formed a sword seal with his hand, transforming his true essence into a golden sword aimed at Zhuge Bulang. Though still a mere Qi Refining disciple, Zhuge Ming had mastered some simple spells.

The golden sword flew like a shooting star, swiftly slicing towards Zhuge Bulang, causing everyone's hearts to leap into their throats.

Zhuge Bulang raised his hand again, slapping down with a resounding clang, causing the golden sword to shatter into specks of light.

At this moment, Zhuge Bulang moved, his feet propelling him forward like a cannonball towards Zhuge Ming. His powerful Seven Star Body could shatter mountains, and he punched directly at Zhuge Ming's chest.

Zhuge Ming quickly used his technique again, sending several golden swords to intercept Zhuge Bulang.

"Clang!"

The golden swords shattered under Zhuge Bulang's fist as though they were glass, his unadorned fist heading straight for Zhuge Ming.

Even Zhuge Ming, despite his talent, quickly formed a golden shield of true essence in front of his chest.

"Boom!"

The golden shield was utterly useless against Zhuge Bulang, whose fist pierced through it and struck Zhuge Ming's chest forcefully.

"Poof!"

Zhuge Ming was once again knocked back, spewing a mouthful of blood, and the golden shield shattered completely.

Zhuge Bulang, like a phantom, pursued him, using his iron leg to strike Zhuge Ming down from mid-air and stepping firmly on him. Zhuge Bulang was immovable as Mount Tai, and Zhuge Ming struggled but could not escape his force.

"Oh my! Zhuge Ming actually lost!"

"Yeah, lost so completely!"

"He had no ability to counter at all!"

Everyone was shocked, unable to believe it. Zhuge Ming, a talented disciple of Qi Refining Stage Eight, who could easily defeat disciples of Qi Refining Stage Nine, was defeated so thoroughly by someone recognized as a waste.

"Yay! Junior brother, well done! This is the pride of our Bilo Palace! Keep it up!" Seeing Zhuge Bulang's complete victory, Li Kewei clapped her hands with excitement, eager to stir up more chaos.

"Senior Brother Pang, how could this be?" Zhuge Mu Yan asked with a pale face.

"This kid... he's hidden his strength so deeply. His cultivation is definitely not Qi Refining Stage Six!" Pang Yiqing gritted his teeth, clenching his fists tightly.

Zhuge Bulang pressed harder on Zhuge Ming, laughing, "Zhuge Ming, do you admit defeat?"

"I... I can't possibly lose to a servant like you!" Zhuge Ming's face was white. "I was careless just now. If you dare, let me go, and we'll fight again!"

"Haha! As I said, with you alone, even ten of you together wouldn't be my match. Letting you go is no difficulty," Zhuge Bulang laughed and removed his foot.

Zhuge Ming's body was once again enveloped in golden light. Ignoring all familial ties, he unleashed a punch with all his true essence, driven by youthful arrogance and a murderous intent.

"Bang!"

Zhuge Bulang slapped down again with a force as heavy as a mountain, showing no light but being unshakable, and knocked Zhuge Ming down once more, dispersing all his true essence. He placed his foot firmly on Zhuge Ming.

Repeatedly being beaten by the same person, Zhuge Ming, once recognized as a genius, felt a surge of blood in his throat.

"Hehe, do you admit defeat? If not, I'll let you go!" Zhuge Bulang said with a mocking smile, an absolute insult.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, unable to believe that a genius was being repeatedly trampled by someone considered a failure, as if they were in a dream.