Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two: Confrontation

After breaking through to the Grand Master level, Wei Ziyu still had five chances to enter the simulator, so he didn’t hesitate and chose to enter the Celestial Tower directly.
He wanted to see if, after reaching the Grand Master level, that old monk could still take him out in an instant.
After a brief darkness, Wei Ziyu re-entered the world of the Tongtian Tower.
This time, he didn't hesitate at all and walked straight towards the backyard.
As expected, the old monk appeared in front of him again, blocking his way.
"Amitabha."
The old monk still had that sorrowful and compassionate demeanor. He looked at Wei Ziyu and said, "Amitabha, this temple is not open to the public, so I ask you to leave."
Heh.
Wei Ziyu scoffed and replied directly, "What if I don't leave?"
"Sigh..."
The old monk let out a long sigh, then somewhat helplessly said, "In that case, you might as well stay, benefactor."
Before the old monk finished speaking, Wei Ziyu felt an invisible wave enveloping him; it was an ambush!
“Old monk, are you playing tricks?”
As Wei Ziyu's inner energy surged out in an instant, an invisible barrier of energy formed around his body.
That invisible fluctuation, upon contacting Wei Ziyu's energy, made him feel as if his energy was being squeezed by something, slowly compressing inward toward his body.
It was just that his vigorous energy was thick; this level of pressure was nothing to him, and there was really no danger in the short term.
“Grandmaster?”
The old monk furrowed his brow as he saw the fluctuations in the air around Wei Ziyu's body.
“So there is actually a Grandmaster here again; it seems you really are quite persistent.”
The old monk clasped his hands together, his expression solemn as he spoke: “Since that is the case, it seems today this old monk needs to take action to subdue the demons once more.”
After saying this, the old monk forcefully waved his robe, which was immediately thrown behind him, landing on a stone sculpture, while he himself suddenly stepped forward.
As he took a step forward, the old monk's originally thin body suddenly bulged with muscles, tearing his shirt apart and revealing muscles that looked as if they were forged from steel.
```htmlThe old monk casually tore off his tattered robe and slowly walked towards Wei Ziyu step by step.
With each step the monk took, Wei Ziyu felt as if the world had lowered a notch, and in his perception, the old monk's figure also magnified a step.```
As the old monk continued to walk forward, soon there was only the figure of the old monk, resembling a heavenly deity, left in Wei Ziyu's view, his silhouette overshadowing his perception like the sky blocking the sun.
“Damn, Great Master!”
Although he had already anticipated it in his heart, at this moment, feeling the aura of the old monk, Wei Ziyu couldn't help but curse out loud.
A Master merges their intent into the body, while a Grand Master emanates their formidable energy, integrating with the heavens and earth.
From the aura that the old monk is displaying at this moment, it is clear that he is not only a master-level expert but also one of the top-tier masters among them.
Most importantly, this old monk is quite peculiar; even though he is currently exuding a master-level aura, the Broken Illusion True Eye could not detect any abnormalities. At this moment, in the perception of the Broken Illusion True Eye, this old monk still appears to be an ordinary person.
As the old monk came closer step by step, there was no room for Wei Ziyu to continue thinking. If the old monk took a few more steps, under the pressure of his aura, it would be difficult for Wei Ziyu to find an opportunity to make a move.
```htmlHe took a deep breath, and the vital energy instantly withdrew to the surface of his body, blocking the incessant desire of that aura to merge into him, before he suddenly stepped forward.
The essence of the Azure Dragon surged out in an instant, a powerful aura that shot straight into the sky, instantly shattering the old monk's oppressive force upon him.```
Wei Ziyu did not walk step by step like the old monk, but instead vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving behind trails of afterimages, appearing in front of the old monk.
“Vajra Droops its Gaze.”
Seeing Wei Ziyu rushing towards him, the old monk swung his fist and struck at Wei Ziyu.
The heavy fist pressure, carrying the force of heaven and earth, appeared before Wei Ziyu's chest like a stone breaking through the sky, in an instant.
“Qinglong soars through the sky.”
Wei Ziyu intended to test the old monk's strength, gathering power in his right fist and striking directly at the old monk's fist without dodging.
"Bang~"
As their fists met, Wei Ziyu was sent retreating three steps, while the old monk remained standing in place, seemingly unaffected at all.
"So powerful!"
Wei Ziyu's eyes revealed a hint of seriousness; it was the first time he encountered someone who could surpass him in strength.
Although part of the reason was that the old monk's cultivation was higher than his, this old monk was undoubtedly a born powerhouse and had definitely practiced physical cultivation techniques.
“Good strength.”
The old monk looked at Wei Ziyu, who had only taken three steps back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. From their previous exchange of blows, he could clearly feel that Wei Ziyu's cultivation was inferior to his.
It is important to know that he was born with immense strength and has cultivated the Xumi Vajra Body specifically designed to enhance physical prowess. Not to mention those who are not as strong as him; even those who possess greater strength cannot be compared to him when it comes to raw power.
Moreover, looking at Wei Ziyu's appearance, it seems he hasn't practiced any body-refinement techniques; his strength appears to be inherently this great, which is astonishing.
However, being shocked is one thing, but he acted without any hesitation.
After he concealed the surprise in his eyes, he took a step forward, directly crossing the distance that Wei Ziyu had just retreated three steps, appearing in front of Wei Ziyu.
“Vajra Pillar Support.”
The old monk embraced with both hands and directly aimed to capture Wei Ziyu.
Wei Ziyu initially planned to take a step back to evade the old monk's attack, but as soon as the old monk made his move, Wei Ziyu instantly felt a force of suppression.
At this moment, he was like the pillar in the hands of an old monk, unable to move at all.
"Break."
Wei Ziyu let out a furious roar, and this confinement instantly shattered, but in a battle between masters, victory and defeat can be determined in an instant.
In just a fleeting moment, the old monk's arms directly grabbed in front of him.
“Xuanwu Supports the Heavens.”
Seeing he couldn't dodge, Wei Ziyu raised both elbows to directly block the old monk's attack.
Although this attack was blocked, his idea of retreating to fight with the old monk fell through. Being close to the old monk, he could only respond to each move, blocking the monk's punches and kicks.
The two exchanged blows back and forth, having already fought each other more than a hundred times in just a short moment.
At this moment, Wei Ziyu finally understood the torment his previous enemies had felt; the old monk's strength was simply too great, allowing him to exert his strongest abilities in such close combat.
Moreover, the old monk's cultivation clearly surpassed his own. After struggling to block several hundred punches, Wei Ziyu's body finally could not withstand it any longer and was directly struck in the chest by a punch from the old monk.
(*Puff~*)
```htmlWei Ziyu suddenly spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood, clearly suffering severe injuries. However, such serious wounds only ignited his ferocity.
There was a hint of brutality in his eyes as he looked at the old monk and said with a somewhat grim tone:```
“Bald donkey, do you really think you've got me under your thumb?”