World's Strongest Martial Warrior

1Upon hearing Ling De's revelation, Ling Yangcheng and the others stared at Peter Parker, their expressions a mix of astonishment and disbelief. Heavenly Immortals were known for their formidable power, on par with a first-tier Golden Immortal. Such prowess was typically the hallmark of the Great Luo's prodigies.    

    

Could this enigmatic youth clad in black be one of those illustrious talents?    

    

Yet, there was a conundrum. The Great Luo's prodigies were renowned for their arrogance, often deeming Golden Immortals beneath their notice. So, what could possibly motivate a Great Luo genius to assist their Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect?    

    

Addressing the situation, Ling De was challenged, "The wager with the Wind Lightning Immortal Sect is of paramount importance. Since you claim this young man's strength rivals that of a Rank One Golden Immortal, we ought to witness it firsthand."    

    

The white-haired elder, a Third Grade Golden Immortal, fixed his intense gaze on Peter Parker, his tone grave. The stakes of the five challenges against the Wind Lightning Immortal Sect were critical to the Heaven Breaking Immortal Sect's future.    

    

Should this young man in black indeed possess the might of a First Grade Golden Immortal, the elder was prepared to endorse his participation in the wager on behalf of their sect. After all, a prodigy with such combat capabilities would undoubtedly clinch victory for the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect.    

    

Ling De, visibly anxious, implored, "Grand Elder, have I lost your trust?"    

    

He had personally witnessed Peter Parker's formidable abilities; there was no room for doubt. If Peter Parker were to refuse their request due to the elders' skepticism, it would be a tremendous loss for the Heaven Breaking Immortal Sect.    

    

The elder responded, "It's not a matter of trust, Ling De. The future of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect is at stake. We must exercise due diligence."    

    

Turning to Peter Parker, the elder respectfully entreated, "Young friend, I hope you'll excuse any perceived slight."    

    

Unperturbed, Peter Parker replied coolly, "It's no issue. How would you like me to demonstrate my strength?"    

    

"Face me in combat. If you can withstand ten strikes from me without faltering, it will affirm your equivalence to a First Grade Golden Immortal."    

    

At that moment, a middle-aged man with thick brows, a First Grade Golden Immortal, stepped forward. The other Golden Immortals of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect, including Ling Yangcheng, remained silent, their quietude signifying agreement with the man's actions.    

    

The man with the thick brows served as the Hall Master of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect's Law Enforcement Hall and had recently ascended to the rank of Golden Immortal. Despite his recent advancement, his combat prowess was formidable, matching, if not surpassing, that of many seasoned First Grade Golden Immortals.    

    

Should the young man in the black robe withstand ten moves from him, it would attest to his strength being on par with that of a First Grade Heaven Immortal.    

    

Peter Parker, with his hands clasped behind his back, gazed coolly at the middle-aged man. "Make your move. If you can force me to retreat even a single step within ten strikes, I'll concede defeat."    

    

His challenge was met with a profound silence that swept through the hall. The notion that this young man wouldn't be forced back by a First Grade Golden Immortal, despite having equivalent combat strength, seemed inconceivable.    

    

Unless, of course, he possessed might that transcended that of a First Grade Golden Immortal.    

    

It was widely acknowledged that even a Ninth Grade Heavenly Immortal with the strength of a First Grade Golden Immortal would be hailed as a prodigy. If this young man's power exceeded that of a First Grade Golden Immortal while still within the Heavenly Immortal realm, the implications were staggering.    

    

"Hehe... You seem quite confident in your abilities," the thick-browed middle-aged man remarked, his initial surprise giving way to an amused smile. He wasn't the least bit offended by Peter Parker's bold proclamation.    

    

In his view, anyone who could stand before them and make such a bold claim was either delusional or supremely confident in their own strength. And he estimated that the chances were high—between eighty and ninety percent—that this young man was the latter.    

    

Without further ado, Peter Parker motioned to the middle-aged man, "Make your move."    

    

"Haha... good!"    

    

The man with thick brows laughed heartily as he advanced towards Peter Parker. Golden Immortal energy coursed through him, swelling like a tidal wave before coalescing into a three-foot-long luminescent fist that he hurled at Peter.    

    

In the Immortal World, known for its extraordinary stability, a full-powered strike from a Golden Immortal could easily shatter a thousand miles of space. Yet, during this spar with Peter, the middle-aged man had no intention of causing such an uproar. He simply manifested a three-foot luminescent fist and launched it at Peter.    

    

However, despite its unassuming appearance, this fist, forged from the might of a Golden Immortal, was a force that even a Ninth Grade Heavenly Immortal would struggle to withstand.    

    

But then, something astonishing happened.    

    

As the glowing fist closed within three feet of Peter, it abruptly halted, as if meeting an invisible barrier. A moment later, it was cleaved by unseen sword energy and vanished without a trace.    

    

"This kid... is quite extraordinary," murmured Ling Yangcheng and the other Golden Immortal experts from the Heaven Breaking Immortal Sect, their eyes narrowing in recognition of Peter's prowess.    

    

"Your talent is truly exceptional. Please, indulge me with another move!" The thick-browed man's face was etched with seriousness. He launched two more fists towards Peter without holding back.    

    

Yet, Peter remained motionless, hands casually folded behind him. The man's successive punches failed to breach the thirty-foot perimeter around Peter, disintegrating once more under the invisible sword energy.    

    

"Do you still wish to continue?" Peter asked, looking at the man and shaking his head. "Your attacks are insufficient to challenge me."    

    

"No, I concede," the man replied with a wry smile, signaling his surrender. His three attempts had not even grazed his opponent's clothing.    

    

Despite the youthful appearance of the figure clad in black, his strength was of a level that defied belief. The middle-aged man had the sinking feeling that even if he exerted his full power, he might not force Peter to take so much as a single step back.    

    

It goes without saying that the reason for the attack was to verify if Peter Parker's abilities were as formidable as Ling De had described. After three rounds of testing, Peter Parker's prowess had clearly surpassed their expectations, rendering any further assessment unnecessary.    

    

Ling Yangcheng, recognizing the turn of events, addressed the group, "Everyone, I've made the decision to include Peter in our wager with the Wind Lightning Immortal Sect. I trust there are no objections, correct?" Having witnessed Peter Parker's extraordinary capabilities, the elders of the Heaven Breaking Immortal Sect were in unanimous agreement.    

    

Their impending bet with the Wind Lightning Immortal Sect seemed unlikely to offer them any edge. However, with a prodigy like Peter Parker on their side, they now had an opportunity they could have only dreamed of.