The sound of the raging battle between the Old Dean and the unknown Expert Realm cultivators reverberated across Mystic City, shaking its foundations.

From every corner, powerful clans and associations wore grim expressions as their gazes turned toward Jun Wu's mansion.

Since the descent of Heaven's Blessing, many had already speculated that Mystic City would soon attract countless unknown visitors.

Yet none could have imagined the scale of the chaos unfolding before them tonight.

A life and death struggle between Expert Cultivators.

For most of the gathered clans, merely laying eyes upon a Master Realm warrior had been considered a rare sight.

An Expert Cultivator?

For many, that was a legend spoken of in hushed voices.

Now, three of such beings were clashing with power that shook the heavens, leaving the entire city trembling.

The city, once bustling with life, was now eerily silent. Not a single soul dared cry out, not a single animal moved in the night.

Everyone held their breath; their gaze locked in the direction of the battlefield.

Each strike thundered through the sky, each clash of fists and energy shook the earth so violently that it seemed the entire city might crumble.

"Senior, are you not going to join the battle?" The City Lord asked respectfully, his voice low, betraying a trace of unease.

His eyes flickered toward the calm figure of the Frostwind Academy's dean.

"Why should I?" she replied, her tone neither hurried nor hesitant.

Her gaze never once shifted from the distant battle.

"Do you think those rats stand a chance against your old dean?"

"Eh?"

The City Lord blinked, caught off guard.

He had only spoken to test the waters, to prevent things from spiraling out of control.

Yet the confidence in her voice struck him speechless.

How could he possibly know the outcome when his own strength was insignificant compared to theirs?

He was merely a Peak Stage First-Rated Martial Artist, a frog in a well compared to the vast ocean that was an Expert Cultivator.

The gulf between them was so wide that he could not even begin to fathom the scale of their battle.

As if reading his thoughts, the dean continued casually. "Do not trouble your mind. This is far above your realm. Just watch."

"Yes, senior," the City Lord quickly bowed his head, retreating into silence.

Still, he could not stop his trembling fingers as his eyes strained to follow the chaos unfolding in the night sky, even though he could barely see what was happening.

On the battlefield, chaos was everywhere.

Streets that had once been paved with neat cobblestone were now nothing but rubble.

Deep craters pockmarked the ground as though a meteor shower had rained down upon the city.

Apart from Jun Wu's mansion, which stood protected by powerful arrays.

Almost every building nearby had been reduced to ruin, either half-collapsed or scorched by stray energy.

And yet… the battle continued in full swing.

The Old Dean stood tall, confronting not one but two Experts without faltering.

At first, he had only been fighting the Gong Clan's Expert Cultivator, reducing him to a miserable state covered in blood and bruises.

But when another unknown Expert suddenly arrived, the battered Gong Clan warrior did not hesitate to join forces.

Humiliated, bloodied, and furious beyond reason, the Gong Clan Expert's heart boiled.

When was the last time he was reduced to such a pitiful condition?

Never.

That alone demanded Jun Wu's death.

As long as the Old Dean fell, as long as the boy was killed, he would not care who the stranger was.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fists collided like meteors as shockwaves tore apart what remained of the streets.

The Gong Clan's Expert staggered back, coughing blood, while the unknown Expert fared no better, retreating several steps as his arms shook violently from the force.

The two exchanged glances, both stunned.

Even with their combined strength, they could barely endure the Old Dean's onslaught.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're already tired," the Old Dean mocked, his voice thunderous, carrying across the battlefield. "This is just the warm-up!"

What?!

After exchanging hundreds of blows, his vitality had not reduced in the slightest.

If anything, he seemed fiercer, his aura even more terrifying.

Impossible.

How could one man wield such monstrous strength?

Was his body carved from stone?

The Old Dean sneered coldly. "Enough of this charade. If it's only the two of you, then let us finish it here."

As his words fell, his aura shifted.

It transformed, growing savage, brutal, like a raging beast unshackled from its cage.

Both Experts' eyes widened in horror.

A martial technique.

For cultivators, martial techniques were treasures rarer than spirit stones.

Cultivation techniques could be found in ruins, though fragmented, but martial skills were different.

They were exceedingly scarce.

The few fragments that existed were often incomplete and dangerous.

Forcefully cultivating them could cripple anyone or make them crazy.

That was why most Experts were forced to rely on mundane mortal martial skills which never brought out their full strength.

But now, the Old Dean was displaying one before their very eyes.

"Danger!"

Their instinct screamed of impending death.

The Gong Clan Expert raised his guard in desperation.

Rampaging Savage Fist!

The Old Dean's fists blurred, a storm of strikes descending like a thousand hammers smashing against flesh.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Ahhhh!

The Gong Clan Expert's scream tore through the night as his body was pummeled mercilessly.

His organs burst, his bones shattered, and blood sprayed in a violent arc before he was hurled through the air like a broken doll.

The Old Dean didn't spare him another glance. His gaze locked onto the second rat, who was already escaping.

"Don't you think it's too late to escape?"

Whoosh!

Rampaging Savage Fist was not merely a set of fist strikes—it also contained movement techniques.

In a blink, the Old Dean's shadow appeared before the fleeing Expert.

The man's face twisted in panic. "Don't push me this far! If you kill me, your city will be reduced to ashes!"

The Old Dean did not flinch, did not even acknowledge the threat. His fist simply drove forward.

Bang! Bang!

The man's ribs shattered like fragile twigs, his organs liquefying under the unstoppable fist strikes.

With a final scream, his body was crushed and sent flying to the ground never to rise again.

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