Only Lu Yuan and Power King remained on the Mosa Religion’s combat arena, a space so vast it could host a horse race.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
His heart pounded a little faster in his chest, pumping more blood. The fighting spirit in Lu Yuan’s chest slowly ignited...
He quickly closed his eyes, opening them again a second later. A slight look of contemplation crossed his face, and the fighting spirit burning within him seed to cease its growth, gradually diminishing...
"You seem a bit excited..." Power King, standing several ters from Lu Yuan, lowered the hands that had been crossed over his chest and spoke casually. "Yes, I imagine you’ve heard a few things about before stepping onto this stage."
Power King strolled towards Lu Yuan, his posture nonchalant. As the muscles across his body undulated, an invisible montum radiated from him.
"I heard you’re sowhat renowned in this arena, recognized by many as a master?"
Power King was now approximately ten ters from Lu Yuan.
He twisted his neck and raised his hands. The sound of joints cracking reverberated from his body.
"I hope your excitent doesn’t turn into fear and trembling soon."
With that, the eyes behind his lion mask squinted slightly, as if smiling, yet a ruthless glint was unmistakable.
The next second—
BANG!
The ground at Power King’s feet exploded into a cloud of dust, leaving behind two shallow pits. His freakishly muscular body suddenly shot towards Lu Yuan like an arrow.
Many in the audience instantly stood up, craning their necks to get a better view of the fight.
Lu Yuan quickly drew a breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. Almost as he completed this move, a fist the size of an earthenware pot crashed heavily onto his crossed forearms.
BAM!
The ground under Lu Yuan’s feet instantly fractured, his feet sinking slightly into it.
He actually blocked that? Surprise flickered across Power King’s face beneath his mask. But he quickly smirked. "What about this ti?"
A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes as he raised his thick leg for a violent sweeping kick. The terrifying power of the kick ripped through the air, creating a sharp, violent sonic boom as it aid for Lu Yuan’s left temple.
BAM!
Lu Yuan managed to barely block the kick, but the impact sent him leaning heavily to his right. Before he could straighten up, another kick ca howling.
"How about now?"
"This move!"
"How long can you hold on?"
Power King taunted as he delivered a flurry of punches and kicks that ca like a rainstorm. The whirlwind of his attacks stirred the air, creating a roaring sound in the arena. The eyes behind his mask glead with a disturbing fervor, and he was utterly exhilarated.
This was his first fight after a long absence from the arena; he needed a thoroughly satisfying victory to announce his return to his peers.
This guy known as "Feast Eater" is undoubtedly the perfect punching bag. Beating him is satisfying and helping gradually regain my forr fighting form. And... he poses absolutely no threat! Up until now, he hasn’t even dared to fight back, or perhaps he simply can’t!
Watching Lu Yuan, who still stood defensively in the midst of the shattered arena floor, a malicious glint flashed in Power King’s eyes.
But it’s about ti to end this.
As he spoke, he took a deep breath, his mighty chest expanding like an inflated balloon. He raised his powerful arms and clenched his fists. His already massive arms beca even larger, the muscles tensing like iron bars. All the montum he had accumulated from his earlier attacks now peaked! Like overlapping waves building upon each other, they finally swelled into a tsunami-like surge.
All it would take is a gentle push downwards... and everything in sight would crumble into dust.
"Power!"
The eyes under Power King’s lion mask were bloodshot, his face contorted with ferocity. His emotions reached their zenith, and he couldn’t help but roar out his na. Then, he threw this terrifying punch, charged to its utmost limit, at Lu Yuan.
"We knew Feast Eater stood no chance against Power King, but who would’ve thought he wouldn’t even get a chance to retaliate, not even make a single move," soone in the audience sighed, shaking their head as they watched Feast Eater being overwheld by Power King’s frenzied attacks.
"He probably wanted to play it safe, so he started by testing Power King’s strength. Unfortunately, that decision was a mistake from the beginning."
"Indeed, Power King’s punches are too frightening. Getting hit by such a punch makes your qi and blood surge. Just being able to stand without collapsing is already impressive; how would one even have the strength to counterattack?"
"It’s said that Power King’s Fist Strength is close to a ton! He once flipped a speeding car with a single punch."
The faces of the watching fighters were etched with profound gravity; the more they watched Power King on the stage, the more a deep-seated terror blood within them. The organizers had specifically ntioned that the Mosa combat arena was built to provincial competition standards. It was made of high-strength concrete; an average fighter wouldn’t be able to damage it even by striking it hard with a sledgehamr. Yet now, the re aftershocks of Power King’s punches and kicks had already left the ground in ruins. It was riddled with cracks and depressions, a pockmarked ss. Against such terrifying brute strength, many of them probably wouldn’t be able to withstand even a single punch from Power King.
"Feast Eater is a genuine master to have held out this long! He’s definitely hidden a lot of his strength," soone murmured, drawing nods of agreent from many around them. Feast Eater was undoubtedly strong; it was just a pity he had encountered an even stronger opponent in Power King.
Just then, everyone saw Power King on the stage raise his arm and shout, "Power!" A colossal aura erupted from him, so potent that even those in the audience, a fair distance from the stage, could faintly feel it.
It’s over, the thought erged in everyone’s mind.
However, the scene that unfolded next left them all stunned.
With the terrifying force of a tsunami, the fist smashed down.
BOOM! A muffled roar echoed.
Yet, the smile gradually unfolding beneath Power King’s mask abruptly froze. The expected image of his opponent falling or being flung away did not materialize. On the contrary, his punch felt as if it had struck a thick rubber cushion, causing barely a tremor.
Then, Power King saw his fist tightly caught by a large, fair hand.
Uh... He paused, stunned, before he could even register his shock and disbelief.
Within the next breath, a low voice echoed from behind that hand.
"That’s enough."
Lu Yuan, who had only been defending until now, slowly lifted his head. Under the Three-eyed Ram Mask, his eyes, like dark, tranquil pools, were terrifyingly calm.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
A series of soft, crackling sounds suddenly echoed from Lu Yuan’s body. Imdiately, the muscles all over his body rippled like waves, thick, bulging veins erging beneath his skin... In less than a second, Lu Yuan seed to have inflated like a balloon, growing a whole size larger. Simultaneously, an indescribable, terrifying aura began to emanate rapidly from his body.
WHOOSH—
Lu Yuan suddenly lifted his hand, extending a bluish-black palm, as large as a cattail fan. Before Power King had a chance to react, he felt a sudden gust of wind skim past his forehead. Then his head was gripped by sothing, and he was brutally yanked forward.
"Power King, is it?"
Accompanied by the deep voice, a gigantic shadow lood over Power King. The Three-eyed Ram Mask appeared before him, looking down from a superior height, its cold eyes fixated on him. An unprecedented, suffocating pressure washed over him in waves, nearly choking him.
"You fought well. Just, the pointless trash talk was excessive... Don’t let it happen again."
Lu Yuan spoke calmly, then the hand gripping Power King’s head slamd down with imnse force...
CRASH!
A large pit suddenly appeared on the combat arena. Power King was seen lodged deeply into it, head first, with only his thick legs and the lower half of his body protruding. His body twitched faintly, again and again...
PHEW—
After doing all this, Lu Yuan deactivated his Special Burst, his muscles deflating. His body began to shrink, quickly reverting to its original size. He casually looked around, then directed his gaze towards a referee so tens of ters away.
"Announce it."
The referee, his expression frozen, snapped out of his stupor only when Lu Yuan’s gaze fell upon him. He imdiately nodded and stamred out the announcent.
"Fea...Feast, Feast Eater versus Power King. Feast Eater... wins!"
"Feast Eater wins!"
The referee’s trembling, slightly distorted announcent echoed throughout the venue via the loudspeakers, reverberating in the vast arena.
In the spectator stands, many figures stood silently. Underneath their varied masks, every face wore the sa stunned expression. Everyone’s mind was buzzing.
Feast Eater won? Power King... the renowned Power King, with Fist Strength approaching a ton, who once broke into the top hundred of the Southern Hundred Cities Martial Arts League... Under the full might of Feast Eater, he couldn’t even withstand a single blow and was literally "planted" into the ground like a spring onion?!
The image of that figure—even larger, more ferocious, and more monstrously powerful than Power King—kept flashing through their minds. The terrifying, seemingly invincible power that had erupted from that figure, as if it could destroy anything...
A shiver ran down their spines!
Then, an absurd thought unexpectedly sprang into their minds—
So, who exactly... is the real "Power King" here?!
Lu Yuan leisurely strolled down from the stage. As he passed the spectator stands, even with an aisle separating them, the watching contestants instinctively backed away, as if he were so dangerous beast.
As Lu Yuan walked, he opened his Profession Panel. The first notification that appeared made his eyes light up.
[You have experienced a battle. Profession Experience Points 384]
Defeating that fellow called Power King actually gave nearly four hundred Profession Experience Points. That’s almost as much as I got from that previous Mouse Monster. However, in terms of pure strength, Power King was a bit stronger than the Mouse Monster. The experience points are fewer only because my own strength has increased significantly since then. This guy’s Strength attribute was probably around 15. With a Fist Strength close to a ton, if my Constitution hadn’t been 16 and I hadn’t recently made initial progress in my Skin Tempering, he probably would have fractured many of my bones...
In fact, signs of hairline fractures had already appeared in so places. But Lu Yuan’s superior physique and powerful recovery ability ant that such injuries didn’t affect him much.
Reflecting on the entire fight, Lu Yuan was rather eager to check the gains from his deliberate endurance of the beating.
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