When Luo Yunyang had completed the adjustment, he strode forward and charged at Simon. Although his speed wasn't slow, Simon didn't think much of it.
He had already formed a layer of armor with source power, so he was standing on the spot with a relaxed smile, as if he was enjoying a spring breeze.
He had already figured out that, if Luo Yunyang used his normal strength, he wouldn't be able to break through his source armor and hurt him.
If Luo Yunyang used his source power, then perhaps being struck a couple of times might even prove beneficial for Simon's cultivation base.
Thus, when Luo Yunyang raised his fist, Simon's expression was calm. He actually didn't even move an inch.
Luo Yunyang's fist struck his front. When this force made contact with his body, Simon felt as if an entire mountain had crashed into him.
He wanted to steady himself, but the pressure of that gigantic force made him feel like a leather ball that had been kicked forcefully and sent flying away.
Back at Base 7, Chief Instructor Lu exclaimed practically the moment that Luo Yunyang struck out, "It's the Sixth Mountain-Cleaving Strike!"
It was the Sixth Mountain-Cleaving Strike of the Eight Mountain-Splitting Techniques!
Those days, Luo Yunyang mostly cultivated the Eight Mountain-Splitting Techniques. In fact, he had already cultivated the Sixth Mountain-Cleaving Strike.
Each of the Eight Mountain-Splitting Techniques was a layer of concealed force. Each layer of concealed force essentially doubled Luo Yunyang's force. The Eight Mountain-Splitting Techniques had always been one of the most difficult cultivation techniques to master.
Chief Instructor Lu sighed silently as he watched Luo Yunyang unleash the Sixth Mountain-Cleaving Strike.
If only Luo Yunyang had awakened a combat source core... How great would that be?
As he was thinking about this regretfully, something startling happened. He suddenly saw Simon fly away like a kicked ball and smash heavily into the roof of the stadium until he could no longer be seen.
The power of one's physical body started to become insignificant when their source power was awakened. When the quality of one's physical power was compared to their source power, the difference was just too great.
However, when the two converged, even the lowest quality of power could be earth-shattering. This was also the case with Luo Yunyang's current strength.
10,000 kilos of force amplified by using the Eight Mountain-Splitting Techniques had converged on that fist and...
"What happened?" Fat Xue shot up from his seat and stared at the hole in the ceiling of the stadium rather foolishly.
He needed to take a second look!
Wei Zhongxing's jaw dropped, and his heart flooded with complex feelings. He had no words to describe how he felt right now.
How was this possible? Everything had indeed… This matter just seemed unreal!
Ling Yubing covered her mouth with her hand. Although she was also gifted, this sort of strength was too excessive.
It looked like a ball being hit. This was just too sick!
A charming smile appeared on Chu Yuan's bright, beautiful face. A feeling of elation washed over her as she watched Luo Yunyang stand proudly in the arena.
Back at the Quan'cheng Rising Dragon Army General Headquarters, the Eagle King was reprimanding an errant subordinate. Although the subordinate hadn't made that big of a mistake, the Eagle King wasn't in a good mood, so he rained a torrent of abuse down on him.
The aide standing on the sidelines furrowed his brows and gave his compatriot, who was being admonished, a look that seemed to say 'good luck, you're on your own.'
The errant subordinate had a pitiful expression on his face as he looked at the Eagle King. Although this hadn't seemed like a big deal at first, now it looked like the old commander was going to peel away a layer of his skin.
"Commander! Commander, good news!" a soldier shouted excitedly as he came rushing in. "We won! We won!"
The Eagle King froze for a second before berating the soldier, "Calm down! Calm down! What do you mean we won? Explain!"
"We won the compet.i.tion!" The soldier steadied himself hurriedly and tried to hold back his excitement with great difficulty. "We won the compet.i.tion in the ancient city of Mei'gu!"
"That girl fought again!" The Eagle King's expression darkened. There was a hint of deep regret in his voice as he spoke.
"No, it was Luo Yunyang. He… He was the one who won!"
A minute later, the surrounding area filled with the Eagle King's clear laughter. The subordinate who had been reprimanded only received a small chiding and was sent packing with a kick on the b.u.t.tocks.
The 13 Eastern Cities were in an uproar. Most people felt some hope in their gloomy hearts. They now knew that their lives in the next few years would be better, as they would be receiving quite a lot of resources.
The compet.i.tor who placed last among the top four would receive 1% of the resources!
According to the Da Alliance's rules, the person who placed first would receive 15%, the one who placed second 6%, the one who placed third 4%, and the one who placed last 1%.
Although 1% sounded like nothing, it was still 1% of the entire Da Alliance's resources. If this amount was distributed to one individual, it would be an extremely big fortune.
If Luo Yunyang won, the living standards of the 13 Eastern Cities would improve considerably.
"To think that there is really such a foolish fellow that would deliver victory to us on a plate... We really have to thank Simon."
"Although I couldn't stand the sight of him yesterday, I can't speak ill of him now. He really is a good person!"
The commentary of the Sky Vision about the 13 Eastern Cities was mainly dominated by announcements of Luo Yunyang's victory. Intentionally or not, the people in charge of the broadcast in the 13 Eastern Cities had released an image of Simon that seemed to radiate with a holy glow.
Meanwhile, five kilometers away, Simon's face was pale. He felt as if he had been trampled over by 1,000 bulls, yet his body didn't seem to have suffered any injuries.
"Martial masters are no ordinary people!" said one commentator in conclusion.
"Were you born in the year of the bull, Luo Yunyang? Your strength sent Simon flying. Hats off to you!" Fat Xue was the first person to rush over when Luo Yunyang exited the arena.
"How awesome! I felt d.a.m.n great as I watched that guy fly away! Ha ha ha!"
Luo Yunyang felt a little proud of himself. He was certain that he could have tyrannically oppressed Simon, but nothing would beat the pleasure of sending him fly with one punch.
"I told you that you don't have to strive so hard. You still have me!"
Fat Xue rolled his eyes. "d.a.m.n you! Don't get c.o.c.ky just because I complimented you once. You got lucky this time around with that idiot. You won't be as fortunate in the next round!"
"Shut up, you jinx! If you talked a little less, n.o.body would mistake you for a mute!" Ling Yubing walked over and kicked Fat Xue viciously before saying, "Your opponent in the next round will be Lemarto!"