The entire crowd was abuzz with disbelief.

Inside the VIP spectating hall, Sage Roy was so shocked that he knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with astonishment.

"The Spirit Body, his spirit has actually been cultivated to the level of a Spirit Body, my God!"

Sage Roy was so excited that he seemed to have lost the ability to form words, clutching his hands tightly, gazing at Wang Longhu on the field with worship and sincerity.

At this moment, in Sage Roy's heart, Wang Longhu was like a god.

A true god, living in this world.

Jostar hurriedly asked, "Sage Roy, how did Wang Longhu do this? Even if Cell Energy is powerful, split bodies shouldn't be possible!"

Ponken Wilson remained silent, Wang Longhu was simply too mysterious. The abilities he displayed were completely beyond his understanding.

The Eastern people, with their long history, are indeed mysterious.

"That's not a split body—that is Wang Longhu's Spirit Body, which is what you Westerners refer to as a soul, and Easterners call the spirit.

The ability to cultivate the spirit into a Spirit Body capable of leaving the physical body—it means that his power, whether physical or as a Spirit Body, can be called godly.

Even if his physical body is destroyed, his Spirit Body can exist eternally in this world."

Sage Roy explained piously to the two, attempting to detail just how powerful Wang Longhu truly was.

"Spirit Body... never heard of it, can a Spiritual Mind Master really cultivate to such a level? It's terrifying," Jostar said, clicking his tongue and swallowing nervously.

He had previously thought Wang Longhu was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong.

It seemed his prior estimations of Wang Longhu's strength were overly conservative.

"What are you, really?"

Lei Lin slowly stood up from the ground, blood spewing from his mouth.

Just now, with a casual strike from Wang Longhu, the powerful Telekinesis had already injured his internal organs.

His brain was in excruciating pain, making Lei Lin almost want to close his eyes and faint right then and there.

But he was unwilling, unwilling to lose to Wang Longhu so completely.

If he couldn't defeat Wang Longhu, how could he defeat that man?

"Bring your most powerful strike, don't hold back anymore. Let me see your full strength. This way, even if you lose, it'll be with conviction."

Wang Longhu's Spirit Body drifted over, and his voice resonated in Lei Lin's mind.

This godlike method deeply shocked Lei Lin.

Was this person in front of him communicating with him telepathically?

What principle was this, how was it done?

At this moment, he didn't feel that Wang Longhu was boasting.

The other truly believed that he wasn't Lei Lin's match but still wanted to see his full strength.

Just like that day with the Black Demon.

"Damn it, damn it..." Lei Lin's eyes reddened, clenching his fists, as a torrent of purple arcs of electricity burst from his arms.

They danced relentlessly across his body, enveloping his entire being.

At this moment, even Lei Lin's hair carried flowing electricity, turning him into a personified storm.

Wang Longhu nodded in satisfaction as Lei Lin's voltage was clearly higher than before.

"Divine Thunder Strikes the World!"

Lei Lin leaped high, like a missile descending, and in a flash, his fists crashed before Wang Longhu's Spirit Body.

Massive arcs of electricity erupted, enveloping most of the dueling platform in a field of electricity.

Many prisoners near the platform were subjected to static electricity, crackling loudly.

Crackle, crackle!!!

The sound of electricity surged wildly as lightning-shaped arcs struck toward Wang Longhu's position.

One arc split into two; the two formed four; the four became eight...

In an instant, Wang Longhu's Spirit Body was pierced through by numerous arcs of electricity.

He looked as bright as if he were a light bulb powered by electricity.

This was a strike containing electricity of a hundred thousand volts!

Lei Lin's face twisted with rage; he couldn't believe it. He simply couldn't believe or accept that even his ultimate peak strike could not withstand Wang Longhu's Telekinesis.

Suddenly, the arcs of electricity began to converge, gathering into a ball the size of a basketball on Wang Longhu's open palm.

"No, no way!" Lei Lin's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wang Longhu's Telekinesis, to even control his electric arc energy.

With a reverse throw, Wang Longhu hurled the electric ball accurately into Lei Lin's chest.

The violent energy exploded instantly, as if detonating numerous bombs.

Lei Lin was blasted akin to a cannonball, crashing into the distant audience seats.

The immense power he carried instantly killed over fifty prisoners watching the match, leaving their bodies mangled and shattered.

Lei Lin himself was embedded into the cement of the audience seating, completely unconscious.

The arcs on the dueling platform dissipated as Wang Longhu shook his head indifferently, returning to his own body.

In the face of 100 points of powerful Telekinesis, even a special Super Martial Artist like Lei Lin, with mutated Cell Energy, was no match.

"To think even Lei Lin couldn't force out his full power—too easy, far too easy."

Jostar leaned on the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Wang Longhu intently: "Sage Roy, if I start cultivating the spirit now, is it too late?"

Sage Roy, uninterested in bothering with his banter, remarked, "To think I could coexist in an era with a Spiritual Mind Master who has cultivated a Spirit Body, it's truly my honor."

Ponken Wilson rubbed his chin: "Gentlemen, perhaps let's not dwell too much; the next match is for the two of you to seize the last spot—this time around, it's critical."

Sage Roy stood up, slowly heading for the door, "After such an exhilarating battle in the first match, our next one will seem somewhat like a post-meal dessert."

Jostar, visibly displeased, followed: "Sage Roy, no one belittles themselves like that. So what if Wang Longhu has cultivated a Spirit Body? I believe you can do it too, after all, you've lived several decades longer than him; your level of mental meditation surely can't be lacking."

Sage Roy gave Jostar a frustrated glare but said nothing.

To a strong individual, the most shameful thing is having less power than a younger generation.

Such situations, where the next wave overtakes the previous one, are the hardest to accept for the strong.

This implies that their talent is inferior and they are already growing old.

More obsessively, one might even begin to doubt their strength, wondering if all these years of training have gone to waste.

For those on the path of a Spiritual Mind Master, such disruptive thoughts are intolerable, as they easily affect one's state.

In Eastern terms: 'How dare a thief disturb my Dao heart.'

"Heh, just kidding. Sage Roy, you know I love to joke! Don't take it seriously, don't let it get to you," Jostar chuckled.

He might seem somewhat silly. But if you truly believe that, the real fool would be you.

No one who becomes a Super Martial Artist is simple.

Not to mention, before Jostar became a Super Martial Artist, he had already built a massive influence in Western Europe, a truly remarkable impact.

His iron-handed approach and superior mindset even had Ponken Wilson in admiration.