"When it's over, the kid's cultivation base of Fleshy Body Realm 7th Layer is definitely not an opponent."
"Yeah, young people are still too savage. He's just a small outer sect disciple. Even if he takes a beating, his teacher won't step in."
The onlookers shared their opinions, feeling that Long Hao had overestimated himself, and the outcome was inevitable.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the air. The people around felt a gust of wind, and their faces stung as they involuntarily stepped back.
"Martial arts are categorized into low grade, middle grade, high grade, and top grade."
"With the Fleshy Body Realm 9th Layer cultivation of the purple-clothed youth, using middle-grade martial arts, and a burst of force reaching 9000 Jin, who can rival him except for a Fleshy Body Realm 10th Layer powerhouse?"
"Serves him right, picking a fight with someone stronger than him."
Amidst the discussions, a fierce and resolute voice resonated.
"Take this, and give it back!"
Unexpectedly, the other party was unabashedly aggressive, and with those words, Long Hao became furious. The hurricane blew, but Long Hao stood his ground.
In the face of the opponent's tiger-like punch, Long Hao stepped forward, evading the attack. He then reached out with his left hand, grabbing the opponent's wrist, and swiftly lifted his right hand for a resounding slap.
"Pa!"
The slap was so loud that the surroundings fell into momentary silence.
"What...!"
A scream followed as the purple-clothed youth's face contorted, blood flowing freely. Several teeth were knocked out, and he crashed to the ground, groaning in pain.
"What?"
"This kid moves so fast."
"His strength is impressive!"
The onlookers turned their attention to Long Hao, a mixture of shock and admiration evident in their expressions.
They hadn't expected that a Fleshy Body Realm 7th Layer cultivator like Long Hao could injure a Fleshy Body Realm 9th Layer powerhouse with a single slap.
Long Hao, however, exhaled deeply, his right hand appearing unremarkable on the surface, but inwardly, he was somewhat surprised.
"My previous cultivation base wasn't in vain, but I didn't expect it to be this effective." Long Hao mused to himself.
During the opponent's attack, he almost instinctively dodged and retaliated swiftly, using his Flood Dragon strength to deliver a powerful blow, injuring the higher-ranked opponent.
"This young man is ambitious. He's weak in terms of cultivation base, but he still dares to resist. He'll need to work harder." Long Hao's self-reflection was accompanied by a smile.
But this smile, seen by another purple-clothed youth, was glaring, filled with mockery and provocation.
"Kid, dare to bully a disciple of my Purple Thunder Holy Land? You're asking for death!"
An enraged shout pierced the air as another burly purple-clothed youth, akin to an arrow, hurtled towards Long Hao.
Even before landing, the youth struck with a hand.
"It's fierce..."
The air exploded again, a resounding clap thundering through the atmosphere, as if capable of shattering rocks.
Middle-grade martial arts – Vigorous Splitting Monument Palm!
This individual possessed formidable physical strength, and the martial arts he employed surpassed that of the previous purple-clothed youth.
"Oh, the shamelessness of Purple Thunder Holy Land is revealed. They were the ones bullying, yet now they act like victims."
"Fortunately, this kid is also from Big Dipper Holy Land. I wonder if he has the strength to withstand the opponent's attack."
To be honest, Long Hao's movements happened so quickly that many people couldn't follow the action. They only knew that he seemed to be winning through skill.
The robust purple-clothed youth seemed to believe this too. Upon engaging, he exerted all his strength to suppress Long Hao.
"I'm going to take you down, just like I did with that guy!"
After subduing one opponent, Long Hao's anger hadn't subsided. His next move was relentless and even more violent.
Without waiting for the opponent to strike, he clenched his right fist and sent it crashing toward the opponent's head.
This punch was plain and straightforward, devoid of elaborate martial arts techniques. However, it carried the might of a Flood Dragon, suppressing everything.
Bang!
The fists collided, the powerful force exploding between them. Long Hao stood firm like a drawn bow, maintaining his punching stance.
Meanwhile, the burly purple-clothed youth had turned into a projectile, crashing heavily into the distant ground, sending up a cloud of smoke and debris.
Just a single punch, and another Fleshy Body Realm 9th Layer powerhouse was sent flying, his arms rolling on the ground as if fractured.
"Hey, is he really a Fleshy Body Realm 7th Layer cultivator?"
"What just happened? It seemed like he had a giant dragon's strength within him."
"Terrifying; if I took that punch, my entire arm would probably be disabled."
This time, everyone attentively observed Long Hao's every move. It was evident that he had effortlessly crushed the opponent through sheer strength.
"Does this Fleshy Body Realm 7th Layer cultivator possess 10,000 Jin of divine strength?"
"No wonder he dared to resist a disciple from Purple Thunder Holy Land. He's been hiding his strength all along."
"It's impressive for a Big Dipper Holy Land disciple; he truly has natural talent."
For a while, admiration filled the onlookers' eyes. They were awed by Long Hao's strength.
"Wow... so cool!"
"After a palm and a punch, he defeated two Fleshy Body Realm 9th Layer powerhouses. Amazing!"
Some female onlookers couldn't help but blush and feel their hearts race as they stared at Long Hao.
At the same time, Long Hao turned around, imitating the actions of a celebrity. He sent a kiss to the female admirers before striding away, reveling in the coolness.
In response, the blushing and trembling female admirers couldn't hold back any longer and screamed in unison.
"Hehe, who knew Long Hao could be so cool today!"
Long Hao, in high spirits, suddenly realized that he enjoyed this newfound strength. It felt like a privilege he hadn't experienced in his previous life.
Here, as long as one possessed enough strength, they could act without restraint, moving unhindered throughout the world!
As the saying goes, laugh madly and sing to the sky. Who cares who's flying?
However, Long Hao didn't linger. He hadn't forgotten his original purpose for coming to Subduing Demon City.
After dealing with the two henchmen, he walked toward the entrance of Subduing Demon Abyss.
Before him stood a massive stone archway, with a mysterious light door in the middle, constantly distorting as if capable of manipulating time and space.
This magical Transmission Gate was something Long Hao had only read about in novels. Now, he was about to experience it firsthand.