This Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier may only be late Saint Sea Realm, but his true power has reached the Demigod level, and most Demigods are no match for him.
But Ian Song’s strength far surpasses Demigod—he’s already at a level that rivals deities themselves.
So—
Faced with that punch, he lazily raised his hand and tapped out a finger.
"Pfft!"
His finger flashed like a startled swan, vanishing in an instant as it pierced into the opponent’s fist force.
The originally vast and mighty fist force instantly collapsed.
Right then, Ian Song took a step forward and quietly slapped out a palm.
"Bang!"
That palm landed squarely on the Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier’s chest, sending him flying straight into the barrier.
"Nice!"
The many stifled geniuses watching couldn’t help but cheer at the sight.
Princess Myra Vance looked on, a hint of genuine surprise appearing on her face.
As for the pretty young maid, she couldn’t help but worry—after all, Ian Song was only late Law‑Phase, but if he defeated a late Saint Sea Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier, it would overturn her claim that all Sky‑Sun Region geniuses were overrated.
After being blasted away in one move, a ripple finally appeared in the Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier’s eyes. Then a faint golden light rose from his body—he had activated the Sovereign‑grade scripture, the Golden Bell Emperor Canon.
"Boom!"
Golden afterimages split the air as a string of explosions erupted. In a flash, the Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier was back before Ian Song, both fists wrapped in golden light, swinging wildly—suddenly, golden fist shadows filled every side around Ian.
Ian threw his own punches, arms moving smoothly—not fast or slow, just relaxed and confident.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
His fists looked plain and unadorned, with no shine at all, but they blocked every golden fist imprint and, seizing an opening, sent his opponent flying once again.
Suddenly, the Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier’s eyes grew serious.
"Watch out! Great Sun Divine Fist!"
His aura shifted again, and golden flames erupted from his body, streaking across the sky like shooting stars. The pressure was so intense that the void itself seemed to freeze.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Myriad‑Phenomena soldier unleashed three punches in midair, each one shaking the void. The barrier set up by the two Demigod guardians nearly shattered, forcing them to reinforce it with extra power.
Even the geniuses outside the barrier felt a suffocating pressure. Putting themselves in Ian Song’s shoes, they realized that if it were them, they would have been obliterated by a single punch.
"Interesting, but still not enough!"
Ian Song called out lightly and suddenly shot upward into the sky.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
All three fist attacks missed, and Ian vanished along with them.
Suddenly, Ian reappeared above the soldier’s head and gently raised his right foot.
"Boom!"
A pressure like a sacred mountain crashed down, making the soldier’s face change dramatically.
He tried to dodge, but the surrounding void was as hard as Illusory God‑Iron. With no choice, he gathered all his strength into a punch and struck upward.
"Buzz!"
Golden light shot skyward and collided with Ian’s descending foot.
At that moment, everyone’s eyes widened.
"Clang!"
A huge crash rang out, the golden light shattered, and the Myriad‑Phenomena soldier was sent flying, crashing hard into the ground.
"Crack!"
The ground shattered on impact—even with Demigod reinforcement, spiderweb cracks spread everywhere, making the scene terrifying.
"Cough, cough!"
The Myriad‑Phenomena Army soldier struggled to his feet, coughing up blood, his face pale as a ghost.
Ian landed gracefully in front of him, saying coolly, "You’re no match for me. Just concede."
"The Myriad‑Phenomena Army has only battle-dead souls, never ghosts who admit defeat!" the soldier replied slowly.
"But I’m not your enemy. This is just a spar," Ian said with a smile.
"Just concede!"
Princess Myra’s voice rang out.
The soldier paused, then clasped his fists to Ian and strode out of Flora Hall.
A wave of cheers erupted from the gathered geniuses.
The upper echelons of every major power smiled in relief at last—their honor had finally been restored, if only a little.
Only Sunny looked gloomy and unwilling, clearly dissatisfied.
"So, tell me—what do you want?" Princess Myra asked Ian kindly.
The hall instantly quieted. All the gathered geniuses stared at Ian with envy, while Elder Sean and Elder Miles urgently sent sound transmissions, urging him to ask Princess Myra to visit True‑Dragon City.
But Ian ignored them completely. His gaze landed on Sunny behind Princess Myra. "Princess, I’d like her to pour me three cups of wine. How about it?"
"What? No way!"
Sunny nearly shouted in disbelief, then glared angrily at Ian. Though she was just the princess’s personal maid, her status was far higher than some frontier genius—how could she possibly pour wine for someone like him, especially since she already disliked him so much?
As for Elder Sean and Elder Miles, when they heard Ian’s request, they almost exploded with rage. If this weren’t a formal banquet, they’d be cursing him out on the spot.
"Why not ask for something else?" Princess Myra said helplessly.
"Is the princess going back on her word?" Ian asked, looking straight at Princess Myra.
"Not at all. I just think you should ask for something more practical," Princess Myra replied with a smile.
"No need. I only want her to pour me wine. Please, Princess, make it happen!" Ian waved his hand, smiling faintly.
All the geniuses stared in shock, secretly thinking Evan Chu was insane—asking the princess’s maid to serve him wine, he was truly the Sky‑Sun Region’s number one madman!
"Princess, please! I don’t want to pour his wine!"
Sunny stood up and pleaded, bowing low.
"Go on, Sunny. Pour three cups for Evan Chu!" Princess Myra’s smile faded as she spoke coolly. Though she liked Sunny, years of pampering had made her proud and arrogant—a little setback would do her good.
"Princess!" Sunny’s eyes filled with tears.
"Don’t make me break my word!" Princess Myra’s tone grew cold.
Sunny’s heart trembled. Hurt and aggrieved, she nearly burst into tears. She’d never seen the princess treat her so coldly—it was all Evan Chu’s fault!
Thinking that, her hatred for Ian only deepened—she wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces.
"Go on!"
Princess Myra urged her.
"Yes, Princess."
Sunny finally gave in. Carrying the wine bottle, she walked toward Ian, her eyes cold with hatred.
Ian flicked his wrist, summoning a wine cup. He held it out to Sunny, signaling her to pour.
Sunny gritted her teeth and filled the cup. Ian drank it down in one gulp, then laughed loudly: "Good wine! Truly good wine! Wine poured by the princess’s maid is something special—better than celestial nectar and jade dew!"
Princess Myra couldn’t help but smile.
Sunny, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to strangle the smug man before her.
"Again!"
Ian extended the cup again, and Sunny could only pour a second, then a third cup.
After drinking all three, Ian laughed and strolled back to his seat.
"Wait!"
Sunny called out.
"You want to pour me more wine?" Ian teased with a smile.
Sunny gritted her teeth, forcing her words out: "Evan Chu, do you dare to spar with me?"