Chapter 221: The Unyielding Iron Warrior Form!

Boom!The blood-red aura that had been swirling in the sky for what felt like forever finally dispersed with a thunderous roar.

From within that crimson vortex, the figures of Timothy and Sylvia emerged.

Earlier, some had tried to break through the blood-colored whirlpool in the sky, but their efforts were completely in vain.

"Of course, it's the Goddess herself!" The disciples couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence.

But, more than that, there was something else on their minds.

Just moments ago, Timothy had carried the Goddess back to her chambers, and they had been gone for an hour.

An hour.

What exactly had Timothy been doing during that not-too-short, not-too-long time?

Could it really be...?

In the past, no one would have ever believed any rumors about the Goddess. Anyone who dared to spread such gossip would have been beaten black and blue on the spot.

But today, everything that had happened made the disciples feel like something was off.

More importantly, when faced with their questions, Timothy said nothing, and the Goddess had a faint smile on her face—something no one had ever seen before.

Even though nothing was explicitly said, it was almost as if the Goddess was silently acknowledging her relationship with Timothy!

"This is outrageous! I can't take it anymore!"

Finally, someone stepped forward. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The man stood at 6'4", his body rippling with muscle, each sinew as hard as iron. Even his face seemed to radiate a rugged, unyielding strength.

This was none other than Landon Stone, the Ironfist Sect's pride, known for his unmatched physical prowess and iron-hard body.

Landon's eyes widened in fury, his voice booming with righteous anger: "Timothy, how dare you get so close to Goddess Sylvia! You've defiled her honor, and I challenge you!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"That's the spirit! I refuse to believe that no matter how strong Timothy is, he could ever be worthy of the untouchable Goddess Sylvia!"

"Exactly! There are countless practitioners who secretly admire the Goddess, but not a single one has ever been worthy of her!"

Landon stepped forward from the crowd, his fists clenched, muscles bulging, his gaze locked on Timothy with a clear challenge in his eyes.

"Alright, let's give it a shot."

Timothy smiled faintly, stepping in front of Landon without the slightest hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, many of the Sky Sanctuary disciples couldn't help but feel a wave of concern.

They knew exactly who Landon was.

The heir to the Ironfist Sect, his body had been tempered to perfectly align with the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form.

It wasn't just about how strong he was—there were very few people in the world who could even break through Landon's defenses.

Just his iron-like fists alone were enough to crush someone to death!

"Ironfist Sect, Landon!"

At this moment, Landon brought his fists together, and a fierce aura ignited around him.

Taking a deep breath, a faint golden glow began to shimmer across Landon's skin.

That flowing light covered his entire body, making him look as solid and unshakable as a wall of bronze and iron.

Feeling the immense power coursing through him, Landon smiled smugly, his confidence growing: "The Unyielding Iron Warrior Form is a secret Arcane Art passed down through generations of the Ironfist Sect.

Aside from a select few who know its secrets, no one in the world knows the true weakness of the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form.

And if you can't find that weakness, there's no way anyone can break through it.

Hmph, Timothy, today I'll show you what it feels like to taste defeat!"

Landon's smirk widened as his body became even more solid, an immovable force.

"It's the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form!"

"The secret and weak points of the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form, the Vital Points, have never been discovered. This is bad—Timothy might really be in trouble this time. If he can't break through the defense, how can he possibly win?"

As the crowd stood in shock, Landon took a step forward.

His body, tempered to perfection, caused the ground beneath him to crack and shatter with just one stomp.

Landon's aura was overwhelming, and it was clear he was immensely proud of his defense.

"Come on!" he shouted, not even bothering to hide his disdain for Timothy. His aura surged even higher, and a smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He was convinced that no one could break his Unyielding Iron Warrior Form. Unless someone was at the level of a Holy Emperor and knew the Vital Points, it was impossible!

Thud.

But suddenly, Landon's body froze.

"Pain... so much pain."

For the first time in years, Landon felt pain—so intense that cold sweat poured down his face, and his legs went numb.

He saw it clearly: Timothy had delivered a swift, precise kick, aimed directly between his legs.

In an instant, Landon's defense crumbled. The Unyielding Iron Warrior Form's protection vanished, and his face turned green from the excruciating pain.

Thud.

Landon's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin, writhing in agony.

His mind was in turmoil, disbelief flooding his thoughts.

"Impossible! Impossible! The Vital Points of the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form are the Ironfist Sect's most closely guarded secret. How could an outsider like you know its weakness? It hurts... it hurts so much!" Find more to read at M-V-L

Cold sweat drenched him as he rolled on the ground, overwhelmed by the pain.

Seeing this, many of the male disciples couldn't help but gasp and take a step back, instinctively shielding their own legs with their hands.

"Hiss... Timothy may be strong, but that kick was brutal."

"Terrifying. If that kick landed on me, I don't think my family line would have anyone left to carry it on..."

"But for Timothy to spot the weakness of the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form so easily—it's unbelievable!"

The crowd couldn't help but murmur in awe.

Watching Landon rolling on the ground in pain, Timothy sighed slightly, a bit helpless.

What could he do? Every man has the same weak spot.

It didn't matter if it was Landon or ten more like him—he could take them all down with one kick.

"If anyone else has a problem, feel free to challenge me. Let's see if any of you have what it takes to compete with me for the Goddess." Timothy stood his ground, his aura powerful and unshakable.

With so many practitioners gathered, his words were practically a challenge to everyone present.

In an instant, many were fired up, stepping forward without hesitation.

"Timothy, I challenge you!"

"Timothy, can you handle my hammer?"

"I refuse to believe it! Even with all my muscles, I can't win—there's no way Goddess Sylvia would choose a pretty boy like you!"

The practitioners from all directions were thoroughly enraged, and one by one, they stepped up to challenge him.

But it didn't take long before the air was filled with the sound of pained cries. Timothy stood in place, not even moving an inch, as he effortlessly sent each challenger flying.

On the stage, it was a one-sided massacre.

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and Timothy stood like an undisputed champion, dominating the arena.

From a distance, Sylvia watched the scene unfold, and a soft, warm smile unknowingly appeared on her lips.