The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals
Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Madman - 2

The big guy stepped up, resembling someone who hit the gym after a tough breakup, determined to get his life back on track by bulking up.

"Although I'm a sword cultivator, I'm more efficient in hand-to-hand combat," he declared, tossing his long sword out of the arena.

"Hand-to-hand combat, huh?" Sam responded, putting away his own sword. "Interesting. You can make the first move."

"As you wish," the big guy replied politely, not showing any reaction to Sam's casual demeanor.

"Take this!" The big guy's eyes gleamed as he lunged at a speed that defied his bulky frame and weight. He delivered a punch aimed at Sam's solar plexus with his left fist.

Sam observed the punch with ease as if watching a slow-motion video. 'He's still pretty slow,' he thought.

Sam effortlessly raised his right hand and caught the punch, halting the massive man's attack with minimal effort. The force of the punch created a rush of wind that blew Sam's hair and sent dust swirling in its wake.

"Is that all you've got?" Sam shook his head, looking rather disappointed.

The big man's eyes widened in astonishment. He had exerted all his physical strength into that punch, yet Sam had captured it with ease. Considering the big guy had cultivated two levels of Daoist foundations and formed three cores, this feat was nothing short of remarkable. An ordinary cultivator wouldn't stand a chance against him, let alone catch his punch.

But Sam was far from ordinary.

Having cultivated nine levels of Daoist foundations and formed eleven cores, he had reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment Realm and Core Formation Realm. Sam was now a supreme Core Formation Realm expert, and there was no one in This world in the same realm who could challenge him.

Only those with supreme Core Formation Realm cultivation or powerful divine powers or unique physiques might stand a chance against him.

The big guy, while maintaining his composure, clenched his fists, and a surge of spiritual energy emanated from his body, condensing into the shape of dragon claws. This technique carried immense force.

"Dragon Fist Strike!" he roared as he delivered a punch charged with dragon-like energy towards Sam.

Sam's eyes shone as he carefully watched the big guy's execution of the technique. He also channeled his own spiritual energy, causing it to surge into his hands, ready to catch the incoming strike.

With a tremendous force, the big guy's fist collided with Sam's hand. The impact created a shockwave that rippled through the area, causing the air to become turbulent and sweeping up a cloud of dust in their wake.

As the dust settled, the onlookers couldn't believe their eyes. Sam stood there with his bare hand firmly catching the Dragon Fist Strike that the big guy had launched at him.

"Is he... did he just catch that strike with his bare hand?"

"He must have cultivated five or six levels of Daoist foundations at least. No ordinary core formation realm cultivator should be able to do that, unless they've reached high levels of Daoist foundations."

The crowd buzzed with astonishment at this unexpected display of skill.

On the bleachers, Adriana and her group watched with a mix of emotions, ranging from surprise and excitement to joy. Meanwhile, Patriarch Alexander and his first younger brother, Harper Hailstorm, observed Sam closely.

Harper couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was a cultivator with middle-stage great Sage realm cultivation, and he tried to probe into Sam's secrets. What he found left him wide-eyed and incredulous.

'N-Nine-level Daoist foundation establishment level cultivation and Eleven daoist cores? How is this even possible?' Harper muttered to himself, stunned by Sam's incredible abilities.

Harper, in this moment, sensed a growing threat to his future ambitions. He believed that Sam could be the one to stand in the way of his claim to the Hailstorm clan's throne. The urgent need to deal with Sam began to occupy his thoughts.

On the other hand, Alexander had a completely different perspective. He pondered, 'With a Supreme Eleven Core Formation Realm cultivation and such incredible talent, there will be many factions vying to have my grandson among their ranks.'

Back on the arena, Sam faced the big guy with a thoughtful expression. "That was indeed a good technique," he remarked, his energy seemingly undiminished after the earlier exchange.

The big guy, somewhat frustrated, responded, "It was a good technique, but now it feels like trash."

Sam chuckled and requested, "Try the technique again."

"Again?" the big guy questioned, looking puzzled.

"Yes," Sam confirmed.

"Alright, here I go," the big guy declared. He launched another Dragon Fist Strike, putting even more power into it this time. A small boom resonated through the arena. However, the result remained the same as Sam effortlessly defended against the big guy's attack, leaving the latter somewhat irritated.

"Use that again, keep going until I say so," Sam instructed the big guy.

The big guy couldn't help but wonder, 'Why?' However, he decided not to question it and continued using the Dragon Fist Strike as Sam requested.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Over and over again, Sam defended against the Dragon Fist Strike. Surprisingly, he didn't feel fatigued, even after countlessly blocking the attack. Each time Sam defended, he learned something new about the technique.

The big guy also benefited from this practice, although not as quickly as Sam. His understanding of the Dragon Fist Strike gradually improved.

In the world of cultivation, treasures had varying grades, ranging from Ordinary Grade Treasure to Saint Grade Treasure. Techniques and weapons were graded based on the cultivation realm. The Dragon Fist Strike was considered a Core Formation-grade technique.

The effectiveness of a technique ultimately depended on the user's skill.

A Core Formation realm expert using a Nascent Soul-grade technique might not fully unlock its potential, but they could still yield more power than a Core Formation-grade technique.

Similarly, a Nascent Soul realm cultivator could use a Core Formation-grade technique with the power comparable to a Nascent Soul-grade one.

"Stop," Sam suddenly commanded, halting the big guy who had been repeatedly using the Dragon Fist Strike.

The big guy paused and stared at Sam, bewildered by the request. Why did Sam want him to use that technique on him again and again?

Sam was employing his newfound innate ability, Rumination Clarity, which enhanced his capacity to grasp and comprehend concepts to an extraordinary degree.

This ability, coupled with the support of his unique physique, the Mystic Voidheart Harmonic Physique, allowed him to gain insights into the technique used by the big guy while simultaneously learning it himself.

Sam's smile had a somewhat mischievous edge to it. "Let me try that technique."

Confusion filled the big guy's expression. Was Sam planning to use this technique to attack him now?

Then, without warning, Sam's aura surged, forcing the big guy back several meters.

'What's he doing?' The big guy watched Sam, wide-eyed, as if he were witnessing something incredible.

Sam's spiritual energy condensed into his right fist, forming a dragon claw with a dark golden aura that extended from his shoulder to his fingertips. The dragon's aura radiated from his entire hand, coiling like a tail behind him.

"Dragon Fist Strike!" Sam roared, his blue eyes turning red. He shot forward, appearing in front of the big guy. "Take this!"

Before the big guy could react, Sam launched his Dragon Fist Strike. In a panic, the big guy instinctively used the same technique to counter Sam's attack.

The resulting collision was devastating. The entire arena quaked, and the surroundings bore the brunt of their tremendous power. Dust and debris filled the air, and the spectators watched in stunned silence.

"How can his Dragon Fist Strike be this strong?" the big guy gritted his teeth, realizing that he was losing the confrontation. The clash ended with a resounding boom, and the big guy was thrown out of the arena, crashing into the wall. His chest bore a dragon claw mark, and he was unconscious and gravely injured.

The crowd fell into a heavy silence, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief.

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[ Master: Sam Flareheart ]

[ Status: Healthy, Evolving ]

[ Titles: Master Of The Codex Of The Supreme Immortals ]

[ Age: 18 ]

[ Inheritance: Inheritance of the Eternal Dragon Monarch, Will Of The Immortal Shadow Emperor]

[ Cultivation: Supreme Eleven Core Formation Realm ]

[ Body Cultivation: None ]

[ Race: Noble Dragon ]

[ Bloodline(s): Frozen Abyssal Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline, Primordial Chaos Dragon Bloodline (Assimilation: 49.58%)]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Nine-Heavens Spiritual Veins ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis, Pyrokinesis ]

[ Physique: Mystic Voidheart Harmonic Physique, Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique(Assimilation: 90.94%)]

[ Divine Powers: Divine Charm (Assimilation: 48.57%), Immortal Body (Stage-1), Exquisite Rune Heart ]

[ Innate Abilities: Devour, Rumination Clarity, Shadow Extraction ]

[ Racial Abilities: Dragon Transformation ]

[ Skills: Eclipse Shadow Slash, Darkflame Incantation, Shadow Emperor Incarnation, Dragon Fist Strike ]

[ Cultivation Method: Nine Celestial Revolutions Sutra ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: Samsara Flesh Rebirth Art ]

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