Boom!
The aura erupted suddenly!
The young man's spirit also fiercely ignited, with a burning battle intent, facing off towards the third-floor window.
"Such power!!... Spirit, energy, and spirit united as one, a Grandmaster!!" The young man glanced with bewilderment, why would such a master be hidden here?
He suddenly felt an intangible aura vast as a sea of clouds, carrying an unimaginable martial arts prowess, looking down upon the world, rushing towards himself.
This is still... an unbelievably powerful master at the pinnacle level!
"This person is not simple."
He looked towards Fu Qingjun, whose eyes were dull on the windowsill, this person was masked, staring back at him, thinking to himself: "This person, must be involved in the life-or-death battle between those two Bone Realm masters battling in secret, might even be a witness!"
He secretly resisted, fiercely clashing his martial spirit with the opposing force.
...
The scene downstairs became even more lively.
Along with a slowly halting car, an elegant young man stepped out, staring at the sky in a daze.
Surrounding pedestrians, children constantly moved forward to study this novel convertible sports car.
Even knocking, touching the tires, lying on the ground trying to study the underside of the car, wanting to know how this iron lump could move on its own.
"What are you knocking for? You'll ruin your ears."
A deep, muffled voice suddenly came from beneath the car.
In a flash, the surrounding people jumped back, terrified.
"Ah! The car came to life!"
"It's transforming!"
"Is this what those scientists have been studying? No wonder we suffer defeat!"
Everyone quickly fled back to the shops on the side street.
"Fools, such a bunch of fools!!! You all need to believe in science."
The car suddenly lifted, revealing the chassis, where a massively muscled man was lying in a sprawling position underneath.
The man slowly got up.
Standing two meters tall, with exaggerated bronze muscles, his chest covered with dense black hair, intriguing styled into the words "Justice."
He glanced disdainfully at the nearby crowd, speaking in a booming voice: "How could the young lady and master travel without bodyguards? I hail from Gui Zhou, the Li Yi of Miao Brave Hall! Skilled in wielding the great hammer, swinging it with vigor and strength."
He flexed his muscles, astonishingly dismantling the vehicle's chassis axle into a giant barbell, with black tires clasped on each side, lifting weights on the spot.
"Move away, don't interrupt my body training."
"If you dare approach the master and young lady again, consider yourselves assassins, you will face the righteous impact of the love hammer!"
He astonishingly held a tire bar in each hand, constantly lifting weights, the words "Justice" rhythmically swayed on his chest hair, quite exaggerated.
???
Fu Qingjun watched the scene below, utterly shocked.
Is this even human?
If this person sends down a punch, I have nothing to fear.
He has the Iron Sand Fist, while I have the Celestial Cover.
"This world is terrifying."
"I am powerless, relying on my hair, weaker than paper? Perhaps even my scalp would be torn off."
Fu Qingjun felt he should continue hiding, observing silently, planting secretly... The three teachers taught him, if one is stealthy enough, they can live long and happily.
He instantly thought of the car's driving principle.
This car had a hidden bodyguard below, sprawled on the chassis, twisting the front wheel axle by hand to make the car move forward...
"This car is front-driven, hardly needing a steering wheel to operate, voice-controlled, automatic navigation... with its own manual gears." Fu Qingjun pondered, constantly analyzing the world's structure, "Conceptually, it's a muscle-driven engine."
This World War II world has such low technology levels, yet they flaunt as if they can develop cars and keep up with industrial technology?
In reality, the car had an empty shell holding a muscular man allowing two people to sit on it?
However, this car's smooth drive indicates the martial arts field's tech is well-developed, showcasing astonishing arm strength.
"His eyes finally showed surprise."
The elegant young man looked completely serious, staring at the mysterious figure at the third-floor window 306, with a Grandmaster's demeanor, silently holding a bleeding hand, "It seems resisting my spiritual pressure isn't easy... Being able to clash with such a Grandmaster's spirit is indeed a blessing in life!"
His spirit felt like clay oxen entering the sea.
The opponent's expression remained utterly calm!
If it were an ordinary person, they would have gone insane long before, yet the opponent exuded an intimidating, ultimate aura of a true king!
Even though the face was concealed, he knew it was not a gentle or naïve countenance, vaguely feeling that from that martial spirit emerged a seasoned heroic aura, eyes sharp as knives, poised like a dragon coiled around a tiger with imperial majesty!
"Who is this person? To verify the spirit of a Grandmaster, one must see through one's true self, knowing 'I know who I am,' possessing invincible momentum."
"His spirit exudes an imperial aura, undeniably a king... Which mortal emperor traversed from the ruins of Yin to arrive at the New World?"
His thoughts raced wildly.
Constantly speculating which prince, Marquis Wu, unable to recall such a prominent figure, owning such invincible spirit!
The Yin Dynasty has been fallen for three thousand years, fifty-six tribes ruling separately without unification, each possessing a Mortal Martial Saint, none able to unify others making the entire land known as Yin Ruins.
Even the royal family should have declined without such heroic presence.
If not royalty, could it be an ambitious hero perceived as a mortal emperor to unify the world, using this spirit as proof of existence?
The more he thought, the more astonished he became.
...
Meanwhile, atop Olympic Mountain, at the Sunflower Throne.
Jiaxia appeared exceedingly serious.
He looked towards the heavens, at a vast phantom overshadowing half the sunlight, "No matter how much killing intent I surge, it seems lost in the ocean without any ripple, instead pushed back by a formidable aura!"
"So!"
Jiaxia grinned, slowly standing from the throne, "Time to unveil true strength, letting him witness my spirit!"
Boom!
An invisible golden aura rose from the sunflower.
Among the entire street and residential buildings, the people felt an acute shock within their spirits.
Yet appeared completely unaffected, continuing their previous noise and observation.
The elegant young man was severely astounded, as he seemed to see a massive spirit convergence, an unmatched figure rising from the window, intensifying spiritual pressure akin to the sole True God of Mankind descending upon the earth.
That wasn't light, rather the Martial Artists' acute perception sensing external phenomena.
"This aura..."
The young man felt immense, boundless violent intent, showing an irrepressible expression of shock, uttering incredulously: "This man!!"
"He doesn't simply believe he is a mortal emperor, but believes he is... a True God!"
"Walking among humans, experiencing life's trials, only then realizing I am... God!"
"How could such a person exist?" The young man's mind went blank.
How could one, after deep introspection, realize they are essentially a deity?
This is impossible!
No human could attain such a mindset!
He seemed to witness an incarnated deity wandering the world, living through earthly hardships, finally awakening his past life's memories, comprehending his essence as divine.
This isn't a mortal emperor, rather a living God of Mankind!
Amid a sudden revelation, he seemed to see earthly people worshiping, hymns chanting high, while the heavens faintly held aloof deities gazing upon the land, enduring endless cycles!
"Who exactly is he?"
He gazed at the third-floor window, revering as if facing a deity.