Chapter 255: World-Toppling Heroic Fist (Thanks to 'I Am a Reader' for Rewarding)

Chapter 255: World-Tilting Tyrant Fist (Thanks to 'I am a reader' for the Alliance Master tipping)

Before Wang Yin's voice could fade, his semi-automatic, talisman-free incantation had already activated, as streaks of divine light and auspicious mist cascaded from the heavens, surging into his body.

Yet in the very next instant, the divine power network convulsed, and Wang Yin felt his connection severed; the semi-automatic talisman system he was utilizing ground to a sudden halt.

The eightfold divine halo behind his head flickered a few times like a faulty neon light before slowly dissolving into nothingness.

The great dragon, born of ferocious winds that had crouched at his feet, writhed briefly before dissolving back into wild gales that scattered in all directions, whipping up a tempest of blinding dust and stones.

Deprived of the gale-dragon's support, Wang Yin, who had been suspended in mid-air, plummeted abruptly, hurtling toward the earth like a falling star.

Feeling the howling wind lashing his face and watching the ground expand rapidly in his vision, Wang Yin showed no sign of panic; he merely crossed his arms over his chest, allowing himself to accelerate downward.

Meanwhile, he thought to himself, "Has the opposing orthodox deity temporarily jammed the network here?"

But Wang Yin knew such a ban could not last long; the orthodox deity on his side must already be working hard to restore the divine power network, and it wouldn't be long before his semi-automatic talisman book could function again.

Furthermore...

"Even without talismans, and without the support of divine power, so what?"

Watching Zhang Yu rush toward his trajectory of descent at breakneck speed, Wang Yin sneered, "Did you think that just because I lack talismans, you could stand against me?"

With a tremendous roar, Zhang Yu leapt into the air, his Formless Cloud Astral Qi erupting violently as, accompanied by the thunderous bellows of dragons and elephants, he struck a palm toward Wang Yin.

The terrifying force seemed to drain the surrounding air completely in that single moment, sending violent gales blasting in every direction and kicking up a massive shroud of dust.

Facing Zhang Yu’s assault, Wang Yin neither dodged nor evaded; instead, he formed a fist seal mid-air, slightly bent his elbow, and unleashed a devastating punch, meeting Zhang Yu's palm head-on.

In principle, Wang Yin was falling from the sky with no footing to draw leverage from, whereas Zhang Yu had been sprinting and gathering momentum for a long time, clearly possessing the geographic advantage.

Yet as fist and palm collided, a deafening blast erupted, and shockwaves rippled outward from the point of impact; Zhang Yu felt every bone in his body creak and groan, as if repeatedly crushed by waves of concussive force.

His entire body froze in mid-air for a fleeting fraction of a second, and in the next instant, he crashed back into the earth with a resounding boom, smashing open a massive crater.

Yet Zhang Yu was not surprised by this; he had never expected to finish his opponent in a single blow. This strike, delivered while Wang Yin had yet to regain his footing, was merely an attempt to test the other man's strength.

The moment he touched the ground, Zhang Yu had already evaluated Wang Yin's parameters: "His physical strength exceeds mine, but his level of mana output isn't much higher than mine."

At the same time, Wang Yin landed firmly on the ground on the other side. Crossing his arms, he looked down calmly at Zhang Yu and said, "Your mana has improved considerably, but your physical strength hasn't increased much. It seems that when you established your foundation, you must have used a Heaven Spiritual Root of the Qi Sea type, right?"

"And right now, are you thinking that since I voluntarily crippled my cultivation, the mana I retained isn't much higher than yours, and it's only my physical body that is more formidable? Do you think you stand a chance against me?"

Zhang Yu snorted coldly, "You talk too much."

Simultaneously, the Qi Sea Spiritual Root inside Zhang Yu operated at full capacity, frantically absorbing the spiritual essence within a hundred-meter radius, continuously replenishing his depleted mana.

With a thunderous boom, the Formless Cloud Astral Qi within him erupted violently once more, causing the large crater beneath him to sink further and fracture into layers under the impact of the energy.

Waves of white mist formed by the Formless Cloud Astral Qi surged wildly from Zhang Yu's body, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Letting the oncoming dense mist wash over his body, Wang Yin continued, "I gave you a chance and exchanged this blow with you only to see how much you are worth right now, and whether you are better suited for chilling or freezing later."

"As for a real battle..."

Within the thick fog, Zhang Yu's silhouette suddenly materialized, his palm carrying the roaring cries of dragons and elephants as he slammed it fiercely toward the center of Wang Yin's back.

Yet faced with this strike from Zhang Yu, Wang Yin remained completely motionless, as streaks of bloody shadows surged around his body.

Each of these bloody shadows bore a twisted face, wailing and screaming as they blocked the path of Zhang Yu's palm.

With every inch that Zhang Yu's palm advanced, over a dozen blood shadows were violently shattered, their exploding bloody light transforming into clusters of resistance, like thousands of layers of flesh blocking his path.

The further Zhang Yu's palm pressed forward, compressing the bloody light, the more terrifying the resistance he felt.

Ultimately, after advancing five inches in succession, the power of the strike was completely exhausted by the dense, overlapping bloody light.

Wang Yin's voice then echoed from behind the bloody light, "You do not even possess the qualifications to touch me."

Zhang Yu remained silent, merely unleashing his other palm with a sonic boom of furious wind, continuing to strike fiercely at Wang Yin, only to be blocked by the bloody light once again.

Wang Yin said in a low, eerie tone, "This Dharma treasure of mine is called the Netherworld Blood Shadow Shroud. It can refine living souls, transforming them into blood shadows to protect my entire body."

"Each blood shadow can withstand a single blow from the peak of the Qi Refining stage."

"And I purchased tens of thousands of mortal souls on the first floor. After refining them, I infused them into this Netherworld Blood Shadow Shroud. How long do you think it will take you to break through?"

"You motherf—..." Hearing Wang Yin's words, Zhang Yu's gaze narrowed as he murmured, "This guy..."

"Is he running an advertisement?"

In Zhang Yu's eyes, having the leisure to introduce one's own magical treasure so thoroughly in the midst of combat was clearly a blatant advertisement for it.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Is he trying to sell this Netherworld Blood Shadow Shroud to the people on the first floor?" But Wang Yin ignored Zhang Yu, continuing to speak toward a hidden camera on his body: "Tens of thousands of living souls cost a fortune on the second floor; one would have to work for a long time to afford them."

"But purchasing tens of thousands of living souls on the first floor is more than ten times cheaper."

"Yet even this is not the cheapest price. Next time, I will take everyone to see a place on the first floor where purchasing power is stronger and living souls are the least valuable..."

Hearing these words from Wang Yin, Zhang Yu understood instantly.

"This fellow Wang Yin isn't filming a treasure commercial; he's filming a purchasing-power video for the first floor, advertising how cheap the living souls and human flesh of the first floor are to those up above..."

At this thought, an indescribable fury welled up within Zhang Yu's heart, and the white phantom ox in his mind let out a series of roars. The Broken Ox Sacrificial Heart Mantra operated with escalating intensity, causing the muscles and mana throughout his body to twitch slightly, growing increasingly hyperactive.

Meanwhile, Wang Yin spoke indifferently from the other side, "Very well, it is time to end this battle."

In the next instant, a terrifying aura surged violently from his body.

"No... it's not just an aura." Sensing the subtle change in his opponent, Zhang Yu's expression shifted slightly. "This is fist intent?"

Having learned the Heavenly Martial Mind-Refining Mantra, Zhang Yu knew that so-called fist intent, much like sword intent or blade intent, belonged to the realm of martial intentions, usually cultivated through martial heart mantras and possessing various wondrous effects.

For instance, the martial intention cultivated from the Heavenly Martial Mind-Refining Mantra allowed Zhang Yu to enter a state of total concentration, accelerating his reactions.

Yet under the shroud of Wang Yin's fist intent, Zhang Yu felt the spiritual essence of the entire battlefield begin to turn chaotic.

Especially as Wang Yin slowly formed a fist seal, it felt as though he were grasping all the spiritual essence within a several-hundred-meter radius right into his palm.

Zhang Yu felt the spiritual essence between heaven and earth suddenly thin out several times over, making it difficult even for his Qi Sea Spiritual Root to absorb.

"Can a fist intent truly achieve this level?"

Zhang Yu had never witnessed such an overbearing fist intent, one that could directly interfere with the flow of spiritual essence.

What Zhang Yu did not know was that the martial path Wang Yin was currently deploying was split into two disciplines: a fist technique called the World-Tilting Tyrant Fist, and a heart mantra called the Sovereign Emperor's Heart.

In the beginning, these two martial arts were techniques created by an ancient emperor, using the sovereign's heart to drive the overbearing fist technique, their combination unleashing a supreme fist intent.

Yet in today's world, emperors had long ceased to exist, so where would a sovereign's heart come from? Consequently, these two martial arts had gradually declined, fading into obscurity.

Until a few decades ago, a descendant of that emperor modified the techniques, using astronomical wealth to subvert a city and dominate all living beings, ultimately forging an ultimate path of fist intent.

What Wang Yin was displaying now was one of its stances: the Heaven-Devouring Stance.

Once this stance was unleashed, the ultimate fist intent blanketed the several-hundred-meter battlefield, not only intimidating the opponent but also capable of monopolizing up to ninety-nine percent of the spiritual essence, leaving the adversary unable to recover mana.

Though Wang Yin could not monopolize ninety-nine percent of the spiritual essence within the area, he managed to lock down seventy percent, causing Zhang Yu to instantly feel the scarcity of spiritual energy as his mana recovery speed plummeted.

Following the Heaven-Devouring Stance, Wang Yin locked his fist seal and unleashed a punch through the air directly at Zhang Yu.

World-Tilting Tyrant Fist — Spiritual Surge Stance!

As Wang Yin's fist intent churned, the seventy percent of monopolized spiritual essence suddenly transformed, concentrating at high speed toward the area covered by his strike.

Following the intense gathering and expansion of the spiritual essence, a tremendous explosion rang out.

Without any warning... Zhang Yu felt as though an atmospheric bomb had detonated right before him, leaving his head ringing violently.

Seeing Wang Yin's second fist about to continue its onslaught, Zhang Yu forced his strength, twisted his body, and as the Formless Cloud Qi surged around him, he leaped several meters away.

Boom!

The spot where he had just stood exploded again, directly blasting a large crater into the ground.

Then a series of booming explosions rang out one after another.

Each punch Wang Yin threw was like the roar of artillery, and wherever his fist intent locked on, bursts of airwaves exploded.

With his unceasing barrage of fist momentum, it was as if a giant beast was tumbling back and forth in the thick fog, and in an instant, it scattered most of the white Formless Cloud Qi.

On one hand, this was because Wang Yin's Spiritual Surge Strike was immensely powerful and overbearing, shattering the Formless Cloud Qi that filled the sky.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu no longer maintained a wide range of Qi; instead, he chose to gather his Qi to withstand Wang Yin's fist momentum.

Bang!

Feeling the explosion coming head-on, Zhang Yu raised his arms in a block. As the Formless Cloud Qi churned and his various protective techniques activated within, his body shook as he directly took this punch in the explosion.

"I told you," Wang Yin said, punching one after another, each burst of spiritual energy explosion sending Zhang Yu flying back repeatedly.

"You don't even have the right to get close to me."

Thanks to 'Mutant Bullfrog' for the ten-thousand reward.

(End of chapter)