Chapter 999 - 1099: Born to Cultivate Immortality

The young man saw the old man panting and scratching his head, then asked, "Uh... are you done? If you're done, then it's my turn to fight!"

The old man was shocked upon hearing this.

"What the hell? Was he not serious just now?"

Although the old man was deeply shocked, he still assumed a defensive posture. He didn't know the exact strength of this young man, but it certainly wasn't weak. After all, the young man dodged all of his previous fierce attacks, and even the ones he couldn't dodge, he withstood!

Seeing the old man take a defensive stance, the young man smiled. It was finally his turn to attack. Respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue, so when the old man attacked him, the young man didn't fight back at all — it was a sign of respect for the elder!

The young man then formed a powerful palm and struck fiercely toward the old man!

You could even faintly hear the sonic boom!

The old man's expression changed immediately upon hearing the sound. Such speed, such ferocious momentum. If I take this punch, I might die on the spot here!

But as the old man tried to dodge, he felt that no matter where he tried to evade, he would be hit by this punch. Moreover, the punch emanated a lethal sense of danger to the old man; if he couldn't dodge, then he would die here. Previously, it was just a suspicion; now the old man was certain he would die here!

At once, the old man pulled out an iron whip from his waist and pressed a button on its end. Instantly, the iron whip transformed into an iron rod, and two iron plates rapidly protruded from the sides of the rod.

In the blink of an eye, the iron whip pulled from his waist became a shield, though it was somewhat thin, it seemed not to be made of ordinary metal!

"Thunk!"

The old man's eyes bulged like lightbulbs. He hadn't expected that the Shield Whip, forged from Thousand-Year Cold Iron and hundred-year-old diamonds, would be imprinted with a fist mark by this young man!

The old man then felt as if the bones in his hands were completely shattered, utterly powerless, and the Shield Whip slipped to the ground.

The Shield Whip became useless as a result; after all, the imprint meant it couldn't revert to its iron whip form.

Yet this wasn't the critical issue. The most urgent matter was that the old man's hands hung powerlessly by his sides, his legs nailed to the ground, absolutely devoid of any resistance!

The young man seemingly aware that the old man had no fight left in him, said, "Sir, do you want to keep fighting? If you do, you might die here, but if not, please step down quickly!"

The old man's eyes twitched, cursing inwardly. I want to leave, but my legs won't move. I can't even lift them! But for some reason, perhaps from sheer terror, he didn't respond to the young man.

The young man scratched his head, then said respectfully, "You seniors truly have resolve; you'd rather die than admit defeat."

Yet the old man was internally crying out, I don't want to die, I don't want to die. I surrender, I surrender!

But no matter how much the old man screamed internally, not a single word escaped his lips!

Then he watched wide-eyed as the young man forcefully pushed him, causing him to fly several meters before tumbling off the stage!

"Sir, since you have such tenacity, do live well. If you're not convinced, I'll wait for your next challenge."

The young man didn't kill the old man; he merely sent him off the stage, feeling he had admirable tenacity.

However, the old man on the ground had a face twisted with pain, scolding inwardly, Couldn't you just toss me off the stage more gently? Why with such force? My chest hurts; I think a few ribs might be broken!

Angry and frustrated, the old man coughed up blood and then fainted!

Seeing that the old man was still breathing, the young man on the stage breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't casually step off the stage in a tournament — knowing the old man was not in mortal danger was a relief.

"Bravo!"

In the audience, someone shouted "Bravo," followed by others echoing the sentiment. After the old man's body was removed, people crowded into the vacant spot, while Ye Tianfan watched the young man thoughtfully. This person, with just his physical strength, approached the first level of the Myriad Profound Realm. Seems like he was born for cultivation!

The young man then turned to the steward and asked, "So, when can we start? I'm eager to get married soon!"

The steward laughed heartily at the young man's words and said, "Old fellow, I'm no match for you. Wait till the afternoon, and I'll take you directly to our master. If you can defeat the master, you can win our owner's hand."

The young man, though reluctant, nodded and replied to the steward, "Alright, I'll come back in the afternoon!"

After speaking, the young man turned to leave, needing to eat something before the tough fight in the afternoon!

Ye Tianfan followed him, not wanting to miss recruiting such talent. If he could join the Taichu Sect, he may not reach my level, but reaching the Ten Directions Realm is certainly possible. By that time, even if I return to my world, the Taichu Sect will have a strong guardian and could maintain its position as the top sect in the world for a long time.

Ye Tianfan followed him to an abandoned temple, watching him take out an axe and head toward the forest outside the city.

Ye Tianfan continued to observe as he chopped wood in the forest, took it to the town to sell, bought a big bag of steamed buns, and ate them with pickled vegetables from his bag.

Watching this scene, Ye Tianfan was slightly silent, noticing his kindness in not turning to crime with his strength. With this in mind, Ye Tianfan headed to an inn, bought some meat, and brought it to the young man in the temple.

"Hello, young fellow, mind if I sit here for a while?" Ye Tianfan directly addressed the young man as he entered the temple.

The young man quickly replied, "Please, you're too kind. I'm just temporarily sitting here myself!"