Ian stood with his hands behind his back, facing the bewildered gazes of the entire audience with a carefree smile. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud but clearly reaching every corner of the arena.
"Everyone, what Zhang Chulan and I said is the truth. Today, I formally introduce this power to you: Magnetic Field Rotation."
He raised his right hand, and a faint blue glow shimmered in his palm, flickering in and out of sight under the sunlight.
"This power is not a traditional immortal art, yet achieving it grants one might comparable to gods and immortals. Ordinary Magnetic Field Rotation is divided into one hundred levels, each representing an unprecedented realm. Zhang Chulan has officially stepped into the 1st Level, mastering 10,000 Horsepower."
These words were like a thunderclap, instantly setting the crowd ablaze.
Countless whispers rose and fell, growing into a massive wave of sound. Most of the outcasts, especially the older generation, expressed intense skepticism toward this unheard-of power system.
"Absurd!"
"Never heard of any Magnetic Field Rotation. Utter nonsense!"
"That level of strength and you're telling me it's just the beginning? Who are you trying to fool!"
The doubts were endless, and the atmosphere grew increasingly strange.
Ian had long expected this reaction. In an outcast world rooted in traditional Qi techniques, the sudden emergence of a brand-new system would naturally breed suspicion. A trace of a smile played on his lips as his gaze shifted toward the center of the arena.
Standing there was Old Taoist Master Zhang Zhiwei, who seemed at one with heaven and earth.
Ian said loudly, "Words are hollow; truth comes through practice. Old Taoist Master, would you be willing to step up and give me some pointers, so everyone can witness the reality of Magnetic Field Rotation for themselves?"
As soon as he said this, the audience erupted.
'He actually dares to challenge the Old Taoist Master? Is this kid crazy?'
A sharp light flashed in the Old Taoist Master's eyes, but he wasn't angered by Ian's 'provocation.' On the contrary, a thick sense of interest and fighting spirit emerged.
"Haha, little friend, you must be joking. This old priest is no match for you!" The Old Taoist Master laughed heartily, his voice like a great bell echoing through the valley.
"But since you have such an elegant interest, I shall certainly accompany you! Let this old man see just what is so mysterious about this Magnetic Field Rotation that could transform Chulan so completely!"
With that, the Old Taoist Master's figure blurred, and he landed gracefully opposite Ian.
An invisible pressure emanated from the Old Taoist Master, spreading in all directions like a tide. The spectator stands fell silent instantly, every eye focused on these two top-tier powerhouses, one old and one new.
The Ten Masters had varied expressions—some expectant, some worried. They hoped the Old Taoist Master could demonstrate the true power of the 'unrivaled' to suppress Ian, yet they felt a creeping unease toward Ian's unfathomable strength.
Lu Jin clenched his fists, sweat beading on his forehead. Lu Ci's eyes flickered with unease, his back rigid. Both held their breath; they knew how terrifying the Old Taoist Master was, but they had also witnessed Ian's absurdity.
On the stage, Ian and the Old Taoist Master stood ten meters apart, facing off. A killing intent filled the air, and even the surrounding wind seemed to stop flowing.
After a few breaths, the Old Taoist Master made the first move!
Knowing Ian's strength was horrific, he didn't dare be careless. With a change of hand seals, his perfected Golden Light Curse was instantly deployed. A dense, solid golden protective light covered his body like liquid gold, flowing ceaselessly. Simultaneously, his hands formed seals as he chanted, launching the peerless Yang Five Elements Lightning!
Boom!
Dazzling golden light accompanied a deafening thunderclap. Several highly condensed Palm Lightnings shot toward Ian like golden electric snakes, tearing through the air! This strike was enough to split mountains and sever rivers—truly the work of the man standing at the peak of the outcast world.
People in the stands covered their ears, their faces filled with shock.
Facing the Old Taoist Master's storm-like attack, Ian's expression remained unchanged. He simply raised his right hand nonchalantly, a nearly imperceptible magnetic fluctuation appearing on his skin.
"Magnetic Field Rotation: 10,000 Horsepower."
Before his calm words could fade, the Palm Lightnings—powerful enough to shatter boulders—were extinguished and decomposed silently the moment they came within a few feet of Ian! It was as if they had never existed.
The entire audience gasped!
The Old Taoist Master frowned slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. For Palm Lightning to be ineffective was far beyond expectations. His gaze sharpened, and his figure vanished instantly.
In the next moment, the Old Taoist Master appeared right in front of Ian! His fist, covered in golden light, slammed out with the force of wind and thunder! This punch contained the essence of nearly a hundred years of cultivation; the air itself was torn with cracks by the sheer force.
Ian likewise swung a fist to meet him.
The two fists collided without an earth-shattering explosion; the energy seemed to simply vanish into nothingness.
Hum—
The Old Taoist Master's heavy golden punch was easily blocked by Ian's casual fist, and there was even a faint sign of a counter-shock! The Old Taoist Master's body stiffened slightly, and he took a half-step back, shock flashing in his eyes.
After several probing strikes, the Old Taoist Master felt horrified. The opponent's power seemed infinite, and his Golden Light Curse was clearly no match!
'Just what kind of sacred being is this youth?' the Old Taoist Master wondered.
He no longer held back. His hands rapidly formed seals as he chanted true words, his voice like rolling thunder. The strongest offensive method of the Celestial Master Mansion—the Crimson Palace Lightning—was about to be unleashed!
The clouds in the sky shifted, and a massive amount of Qi was drawn in. Destructive thunder began to gather within the clouds!
The distant spectators felt their scalps go numb and their hair stand on end. The invisible pressure made it hard to breathe.
Knowing time was of the essence, the Old Taoist Master activated "One Qi Becomes Three Pure Ones" to achieve maximum power. His figure split into three, instantly manifesting two clones identical to the original, both wreathed in terrifying lightning!
This was a technique he had realized after severing the "Three Corpses"—the skill of cultivating clones. Each "Old Taoist Master" radiated brilliant light and towering momentum as they surrounded Ian in a triangular formation.
"Crimson Palace Lightning!"
The three "Old Taoist Masters" roared simultaneously, pushing their six palms toward Ian.
In an instant, heavenly thunder descended. The entire arena was completely submerged in dazzling golden lightning, as if it intended to grind everything into powder! The terrifying energy fluctuations made the hearts of distant spectators palpitate! Some weaker outcasts even fainted on the spot.
Ian stood at the center of the lightning storm, remaining calm. The 10,000 Horsepower Magnetic Field strength around him operated at high speed, forming an invisible force field. The world-destroying Crimson Palace Lightning slammed into the field with deafening explosions, making all of Dragon-Tiger Mountain tremble. But those terrifying lightning forces could not breach that seemingly thin defensive layer.
All the lightning energy was decomposed, deflected, or absorbed!
Crash—
The lightning faded, and the dust slowly cleared.
Ian still stood in the same spot, completely unharmed. A faint smile graced his face, and there wasn't a hint of emotion in his eyes.
The Old Taoist Master merged back with his clones, his face written with disbelief. His strongest offensive method, combined with One Qi Becomes Three Pure Ones, couldn't even break the opponent's defense? Just what kind of power was this "Magnetic Field Rotation"?
Why did it feel more condensed, more pure, and more... advanced than the Qi he had practiced for nearly a hundred years?
The spectators below were dumbfounded, and the Ten Masters' faces were filled with shock.
"How is this possible?" Lu Ci muttered to himself.
"The Old Taoist Master's lightning... had no effect at all?" Lu Jin's fists were clenched tight.
In the dead silence, Ian's voice carried clearly.
"Old Taoist Master, it's my turn."