The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 862: The Threshold to Enter the Seventh Layer

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: The Threshold to Enter the Seventh Layer

The Bald Tower Guard pressed his hands together in a sign of respect and said, "I possess a secret technique that allows the strength of five people to converge in me, raising my realm to the late phase of the Transcendent Realm."

Ning Fan was surprised, "Is there really such a miraculous secret technique?"

If this secret technique truly had such an effect, the late phase of the Transcendent Realm wouldn’t be frightening, as the numbers could make up for it.

"Of course, it’s not that effective," the Bald Tower Guard laughed. "This secret technique only brings my realm to the brink of the late phase of the Transcendent Realm, but it’s still a gap compared to the true late phase."

"But only if you defeat me, will you be considered to have earned the right to challenge the guardian of the seventh floor."

Realizing this, Ning Fan respectfully brought his hands together and said, "In that case, please make your move, senior."

"Good! Be careful!"

The moment the Bald Tower Guard waved his large sleeve, the four people around him immediately dispersed, forming a peculiar formation behind him.

As soon as the formation was set, a powerful Inner Strength burst forth from all four of them.

This Inner Strength didn’t scatter in all directions but swirled around above their heads, eventually condensing into a tangible energy wave that slowly gathered behind the Bald Tower Guard.

"Young friend, this secret method uses oneself as the eye of the formation, channeling the power through the formation into oneself and ultimately storing the power temporarily in the meridians," the Bald Tower Guard explained.

Strictly speaking, this wasn’t an elevation of realm but a compression of power, allowing the one who absorbed it to reach the level of the late phase of the Transcendent Realm.

In terms of power, it indeed seemed not much different from the late phase of the Transcendent Realm, but when you really calculate it, it’s just a superficial similarity.

"Although it’s a false late phase of the Transcendent Realm, this is the threshold to enter the seventh level."

"To enter the seventh level, you must overcome this monk."

With the Bald Tower Guard’s words, his momentum began to rise steadily, increasing at an astonishing speed.

Soon, it reached an unimaginable extent.

Boom!

As the Bald Tower Guard took a step forward, the majestic momentum exploded out like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open.

To speak without exaggeration, if he entered Capital City at that moment, no one in the entire city could withstand him!

Ning Fan, feeling this formidable aura, couldn’t help but marvel, "So this is what the late phase of the Transcendent Realm feels like. Truly immense."

Even with his current cultivation, he felt oppressed upon sensing this aura.

If a false late phase of the Transcendent Realm was already this powerful, what kind of strength would a true late phase possess?

"Are you ready?"

The Bald Tower Guard asked, his deep voice rumbling like thunder, echoing within the tower.

Ning Fan nodded his head, lowering his hands, his expression solemn as he said, "I am ready, senior, please make your move."

"Good!"

With a low grunt, the Bald Tower Guard stomped his foot with force and shot up into the air.

Leaping into the midair, his eyes exploded with a burst of brilliance, and he hurled his right fist out, wrapped in astonishing power.

"This punch is called, ’Vajra’s Furious Glare’!"

Boom!

The mighty force surged out like a tsunamic deluge.

Upon rising, he conjured a golden Arhat manifestation, resembling the mythical true Arhat appearing in the world.

Vajra’s Furious Glare, sweeping away all evil!

Faced with such a formidable strike, Ning Fan’s eyes grew heavier, as he planted his stance and retracted his right fist to his waist.

A vigorous Spiritual Power emerged from his meridians, converging on his right fist.

"Break!"

As the Vajra manifestation charged towards him, Ning Fan roared lowly and thrust his right fist, wrapped in an unparalleled force, forward.

The potent Spiritual Power followed his right fist, hammering fiercely on the Vajra manifestation.

Boom!

The clash of the fists caused a massive explosion.

This time, even the tower itself could barely withstand the tremendous force and began to shake violently.

The burst of power sent invisible shockwaves in all directions, kicking up swirling dust clouds.

But this was just the beginning.

"Young Ning, be careful, this is my second punch!"

"Thousand-Handed Arhat!"

Amidst the expansive dust, a golden-bodied manifestation abruptly rose, its fierce Vajra face, eyes brimming with stout golden light, unfurled countless arms behind it.

These arms extended into the void, seemingly numbering in the thousands in one’s perception.

However, this was merely an illusion formed by concentrated Inner Strength; the actual number of arms depended on the ferocity of the Bald Tower Guard’s Inner Strength.

Unless power was exhausted, the Thousand-Handed Arhat would never fade away.

Pfft!

Ning Fan also leaped from the dust, hovering mid-air with mighty force, and shouted with a laugh, "Senior, let loose completely!"

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a rousing battle, with his rapidly advancing cultivation making him nearly invincible in the Secular World.

Furthermore, even without deliberate practice, the Spiritual Power in his body would circulate and cultivate automatically.

Therefore, his strength was growing every moment.

"Good!"

The Bald Tower Guard roared low, and a thousand arms around him burst forth.

Boom boom boom boom!

Countless illusory arms swung out, each imbued with formidable power.

Each punch packed enough strength to kill a Great Grandmaster and severely injure a novice of the Transcendent Realm.

But Ning Fan faced them without a trace of fear, charging towards the Thousand-Handed Arhat.

Bang bang bang bang!

Each collision brought a heavy, dull sound as if to shatter one’s eardrums!

Within dozens of breaths, the two had already exchanged hundreds of punches!

Ning Fan’s breathing grew slightly ragged, but the look on his face became increasingly excited.

"This is the power of the late Transcendent Realm; it’s indeed formidable!"