Chapter 11 Battle Wang Dong
Lin Yuan gathered his Qi, the power of Qi-Blood filled his Dantian, channeling energy along the path of the Eight-step Breaking Fist. Inside, the force of Qi-Blood roiled.
With a stride, eight steps were transformed into one. Using the momentum of the step, the force transmitted from leg to waist, from waist to fist, and the right fist instantly unleashed eight punches.
"Breaking Fist! Vajra emerges!" Lin Yuan shouted.
Transforming the essence of the Eight-step Breaking Fist, Lin Yuan's eight punches merged into one, violently striking forward. The towering wrath that Lin Yuan had accumulated seemed to transform into an angry Vajra, carrying an extremely fierce Qi force, smashing towards Li Xiaoliang.
"Break!"
A deep, resonant sound emitted from Lin Yuan's fist.
Li Xiaoliang, who had assumed a defensive posture, saw Lin Yuan's imposing execution of the Eight-step Breaking Fist and felt a slight chill in his heart, quickly turning into disdain; this useless display surprisingly had some semblance of form.
But, confident in his understanding of the real essence of the Eight-step Breaking Fist, Li Xiaoliang was filled with pride, thinking he would show what the true Eight-step Breaking Fist was.
Li Xiaoliang also fully exhibited the Eight-step Breaking Fist, meeting fist with fist.
Boom!
The moment the two fists contacted, Li Xiaoliang realized that Lin Yuan's punch contained unimaginable power, as if he was facing not a punch, but an avalanche crashing down towards him.
"This fist, such a fist, cannot be resisted by human strength!" Flashed through Li Xiaoliang's mind, the only clarity he had.
Instantly, his right arm snapped, yet the overwhelming force was undeterred, continuing to assault his chest. Li Xiaoliang felt a sweetness in his throat, spewing old blood.
With the eruption of Lin Yuan's fist power, Li Xiaoliang flew backward like a defeated willow.
While flying back, he heard a breaking sound only after the fist struck! Li Xiaoliang then understood that the fist was faster than the sound. Before losing consciousness, he wondered helplessly, was that truly the Eight-step Breaking Fist? Why was this Breaking Fist so vastly different from what we knew?
But he had no chance to feel further, immediately crashing to the ground, turning into a heap of collapsed flesh, unconscious.
The crowd, just moments before anticipating a fierce clash, saw the situation take a drastic turn.
The onlookers saw the moment fists collided, Li Xiaoliang flew backward like a burst sack, laying motionless on the training ground after twitching twice, clearly out cold.
Li Xiaoliang couldn't withstand even one punch from Lin Yuan, the disparity between them as deep as a chasm!
His bald head gleamed in the sunlight.
Instantly, the training ground that carried some noise and laughter became silent.
Was this the true Eight-step Breaking Fist?
What is Vajra emerges, why have we never heard of such a move?
Did he really defeat Bald Li with one punch?
Could useless Lin Yuan really strike down Bald Li with one punch?
"Hiss."
Gasps circulated among everyone, moving back and forth in their throats.
"This, this, this is impossible."
"How could this be?"
"Didn't Lin Yuan's Dantian break? How could he still use the power of Qi-Blood and deliver a resounding Breaking Fist?"
"This definitely isn't a mere Breaking Fist, how could Lin Yuan have such strength? Even if his Dantian was fully restored, it's impossible to unleash such a terrifying punch."
The imaginations of those who envisioned Lin Yuan bowing in defeat froze on their faces.
How could they dare to retain even a hint of humor in such a scene!
"It seems Lin Yuan has not only recovered but surpassed his previous strength. Otherwise, this punch wouldn't be so terrifyingly effective. But such progression is so exaggerated?" Everyone speculated.
"Is there anyone else who wants me to bow?" Lin Yuan's sharp gaze swept over the faces of the rigid young men as he asked.
"Step forward!" His shout resonated again, louder than before!
Lin Yuan's imposing presence was like a domineering tiger, looking at the timid deer.
Hearing the question, the youth waiting for Lin Yuan to bow came to his senses from the domineering punch.
"You?"
Lin Yuan's cold gaze fixed on Zhang Sanlang, Li Xiaoliang's advocate.
Zhang Sanlang swallowed nervously, shook his head with his chin down, his trembling hands revealing his fear, clearly unwilling to take a punch.
"You? You? And you?"
Lin Yuan's face was stern, his gaze like a blade, targeting three individuals.
The three pointed at all shook their heads, unwilling to confront him.
The last one even bent his knees slightly to hide his face in the crowd.
At this moment, the training ground fell into silence, only the cicadas on the trees chirped unscrupulously.
"Who dares to challenge me?" Lin Yuan's voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Most of the young men considered themselves on par with Li Xiaoliang, recalling the terrifying might of that punch, and seeing Li Xiaoliang lying lifelessly in the training ground like a dead dog, his shiny bald head glaring under the sun.
Now that Lin Yuan had regained his former peak, shining brightly once more, they lacked the courage to face Lin Yuan's fists.
Silence was their only response to Lin Yuan.
"Who dares to challenge me?" Lin Yuan's voice grew even stronger.
A slight breeze rustled the trees surrounding the training ground.
Seeing everyone's stance, under the scorching sun, Lin Yuan raised his head and called out loudly: "Wang Dong, where are you?"
"What great audacity!" A sudden shout came from outside the training ground.
A figure walked slowly into the entrance of the training ground.
The boy who entered wore a blue tunic, not tall, but his body was exceptionally strong, his dark skin like forged iron.
His calloused hands, like eagle claws, drew the most attention. Undoubtedly, jade would be no different from tofu in front of those hands.
This person was exactly Wang Dong.
"Lin Yuan, kowtow and admit your mistake, and I won't break your limbs." Although Wang Dong wasn't tall, his tone was extremely forceful.