This grand hall is the main hall of the Dragon Elephant Institute, usually used for gatherings by the disciples, hence it is very spacious.
The distance from where Zhao Ya stands to the platform where Wu Weili is, is roughly over thirty paces.
And upon hearing Zhao Ya’s words of advice to the disciple, Wu Weili immediately became alert.
Although he mocked Zhao Ya in every possible way, even from the bottom of his heart held some disdain for Zhao Ya, believing he was just a fledgling disciple, fresh out of the nest, and that his previous killing of Jingping Saint was purely due to luck.
But despite the disdain, he didn’t skip any necessary preparations.
Wu Weili secretly activated the Dragon Elephant Body Refining Secret Technique, causing his muscles to tremble like flowing water, while a sound similar to the clashing of metal echoed from within his body.
That was the sound produced by the friction of bones and muscles.
This was Wu Weili’s greatest reliance for his arrogance.
Because in terms of defensive capability alone, there were few in the Beyond the World who could match him.
Thus, when the Dragon Elephant Power circulated through his entire body, a sense of relief washed over Wu Weili.
Even if Zhao Ya did possess some strength, he could forget about breaching his defense.
This already put him in an invincible position.
If he could seize the chance to strike, then victory would be his.
While Wu Weili was busy plotting in his mind, he suddenly felt his vision blur, and then he saw Zhao Ya had somehow traversed over thirty paces and appeared right in front of him in an instant.
This ghostly body technique left Wu Weili astounded.
Yet before he could utter a word, Zhao Ya slightly smiled at him, raised his hand, and threw a punch.
This punch was seemingly ordinary, not even causing much of a stir.
But Wu Weili was internally shaken.
Because the instincts of a top Martial Artist told him that this punch was extremely dangerous, even impossible to take head-on, or else even he would suffer severe injuries.
But at this point, it was too late to dodge.
For Zhao Ya’s punch, while appearing slow, was actually swift, reaching Wu Weili’s chest and abdomen almost in the blink of an eye.
Wu Weili lamented bitterly in his heart, regretting why he earlier underestimated the enemy, but it was too late for other thoughts now, he could only brace himself, swiftly raising his hands and crossing them in front of his chest, attempting to block Zhao Ya’s attack.
Boom!
A loud noise exploded in the grand hall, sending a shockwave that shattered all the surrounding tables and chairs, while the doors and windows of the hall shook violently, and even the roof began to shed tiles continuously.
Some of the nearby disciples showed painful expressions, yet no one dared to move.
Everyone was staring in shock at the platform above.
There they saw Zhao Ya with his fist extended forward, but was caught by Wu Weili with both arms.
At this moment, the two were in a stalemate, making it unclear who was winning or losing.
Everyone held their breath in suspense.
Only the disciple from the Azure Dragon Temple appeared relaxed.
Because in his mind, Zhao Ya was an invincible existence, with no one in the Beyond the World capable of matching him.
Even if this Wu Weili was the Dean of the Dragon Elephant Institute, he was still far lacking.
And indeed, things turned out as he expected, as Wu Weili slowly exhaled a breath, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ya, then he rasped out a question.
"What kind of Fist Technique is this?"
"Great Vajra Fist!"
"Impossible, I’ve seen Azure Dragon Temple’s Great Vajra Fist, it’s not this formidable." Wu Weili muttered in disbelief.
"Come on, the effectiveness of a Fist Technique depends on who uses it," Zhao Ya smiled.
"You’re right!" Wu Weili replied softly, then the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Immediately after, a series of sounds like firecrackers emerged from inside his body, and then his towering figure began to shrink rapidly.
His over-two-meter tall figure shrunk to about 1.7 meters in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, his well-built muscles rapidly withered.
In an instant, the once mighty and powerful Wu Weili turned into a shriveled and frail old man.
Zhao Ya withdrew his fist, stepping back two paces.
Wu Weili fell to the ground with a thud, gasping for air with hoarse sounds, unable to utter a word.
The entire hall was deathly silent.
The disciples of Dragon Elephant Institute never dreamed that their own Dean couldn’t even take one punch from Zhao Ya, resulting in such an outcome.
Zhao Ya, however, looked calmly down at the panting Wu Weili lying on the ground, knowing in his heart that he didn’t have much longer to live.
Although Zhao Ya’s punch didn’t seem to cause any visible injuries, and Wu Weili hadn’t even spat out blood during the entire process, in reality, the punch was so tyrannical that it shattered all his meridians and bones.
This effectively broke his Dragon Elephant Body Refining Technique by force, resulting in such severe backlash.
Just then, Wu Weili on the ground convulsed a few times before finally perishing in his last breath.
Looking at his body, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but feel a bit at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
To be honest, Zhao Ya never intended to take Wu Weili’s life.
The reason he came was that he knew that the Azure Dragon Temple no longer held much prestige nowadays.
Even the Azure Dragon Order had become a joke.
To re-establish prestige, he had to set an example with a sect.
And the Dragon Elephant Institute, being the nearest and most arrogant in its actions, naturally became the first choice.
So after arranging the temple’s defenses, Zhao Ya rushed over, arriving just in time to witness Wu Weili’s "furious tirade" at the Azure Dragon disciple.
But even so, Zhao Ya never intended to take Wu Weili’s life, he merely wanted to teach him a lesson.