Martial Dao: Peace by Force

Chapter 235: Chapter 166: Bombard and Kill! Hollowing Out the Secret Palace Base

’I underestimated him!’

Pang Chuanshan’s eyes narrowed, a flash of shock in their depths.

Just a second ago, this masked young man had only been fast and ruthless. Sharp, yes, but still within the scope of what he could handle.

But in this instant, the aura around the man surged, as if he had torn off a rabbit’s mask to reveal the true tiger beneath.

The overwhelming pressure of that burgeoning vital energy actually sent a tremor of fear through him, a veteran Martial Artist at the Refining Viscera Late Stage.

BOOM!!!

A fierce gale exploded outward as Wan Ze’s iron fist came crashing down.

Pang Chuanshan crossed his arms, bracing himself to block the blow!

Almost instantly, the ground beneath his feet exploded, sending shards of rock flying!

”He blocked it!”

”Captain Pang blocked it!”

The gunmen’s faces lit up with joy, but just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief...

RRRIIP—BANG!

A muffled explosion erupted!

The clothes on Pang Chuanshan’s back were shredded from the inside out by an invisible, violent force, sending scraps of fabric fluttering!

The gunmen’s faces twitched, their hearts pounding in terror as they watched the scene unfold.

In truth, they couldn’t see what had happened at all. They only knew that the power of that punch seemed to have penetrated Pang Chuanshan’s defense and struck him directly!

Even Zhai Jia was stunned for a moment, secretly alarmed.

’Ah Ze’s punch... Is he really this strong now?’

”Bastard!!!”

Pang Chuanshan flew into a rage from the shame and anger, his vital energy erupting completely!

He was at the Refining Viscera Late Stage, a prominent figure on the seventh floor of the Secret Palace, yet today he was being suppressed by some nameless junior?

’If word of this got out, how could I ever show my face again!’

He immediately dropped his stance, stepping into the Central Palace as he spread his arms, taking the form of a ferocious tiger.

His fists flew out like a tiger’s roar, unleashing a violent wave of energy that crashed toward Wan Ze!

Wan Ze didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, meeting the attack head-on with his Iron Mountain Fist.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The two men traded blows, every punch landing solidly! Each impact was like a clap of thunder rolling through the forest.

The ground beneath their feet was trampled and shattered, and the surrounding trees were knocked askew by the force of their battle!

Zhai Jia’s heart sank.

’Pang Chuanshan’s Cultivation is clearly higher than Ah Ze’s. The depth of his Xingyi Fist is something that takes at least thirty years to develop.’

’Thankfully, Wan Ze is somehow holding on, trading blow for blow without giving a single step!’

’But I’m afraid Ah Ze can’t keep this up for long.’

Seeing this, Zhai Jia quickly tried to rush forward and help.

But he had barely taken a step when the gleam of a blade came slashing toward his face!

Zhai Jia threw himself to the side. The blade grazed past his ear and struck a tree behind him, instantly severing the bowl-thick trunk in two.

A bald, burly man stepped out from the shadows. He wore a tight black tank top, revealing two arms thicker than an average person’s calves, crisscrossed with a dozen knife scars.

The man was at least 1.9 meters tall, built like a bear, with a tattoo of a snarling black tiger that stretched from his forehead to the nape of his neck.

He carried a wide-backed broadsword in his hand.

He hefted the broadsword onto his shoulder and looked down at Zhai Jia, his lips twisting into a cold smirk. ”Trying to go save him? You’ll have to get through me first.”

Zhai Jia frowned, watching the man warily.

The bald man sized him up in return, his eyes filled with contempt. ”You goddamn thieves who don’t even dare to show your faces deserve to die! I really don’t know who gave you the nerve to come here and act so high and mighty.”

’Thieves?’

Zhai Jia sneered inwardly.

’Everyone knows full well who the real thieves are!’

’The Secret Palace clearly stole that body from the tomb!’

But he didn’t argue. He just shook out his hands and said, ”Cut the bullshit. If you’ve got the balls, come and kill me!”

The bald man looked at him as if he were already dead and grinned. ”Don’t worry. I’ll slice the flesh from your bones, piece by piece, and make you die in agony.”

”And not just you. I will find everyone connected to you... your families, your friends, everyone you know... I will hunt them down and slaughter them all. I will make everyone understand the consequences of daring to oppose the Secret Palace.”

He glanced into the distance, where Wan Ze and Pang Chuanshan were locked in combat.

”It’s almost over over there, too.”

The bald man said lightly, his tone chilling, ”That kid won’t last three more punches against Pang Chuanshan. And neither will you.”

As his words fell, he swung his broadsword at Zhai Jia!

...

In the distance, the forest trembled.

Wan Ze threw a punch, explosive power detonating outwards. Pang Chuanshan roared and met it head-on with a Beng Fist.

The two fists collided, and both men took a step back.

Pang Chuanshan steadied himself, his face ashen.

’Damn it! I’m actually being suppressed!’

’I’m clearly the one at the Refining Viscera Late Stage!’

’He’s at the Refining Viscera Middle Stage at most!’

’But after all these exchanges, I haven’t been able to gain the slightest advantage?!’

That frenzied Power, that fearless fighting style—it sent a chill down the spine of even a veteran Martial Artist like him.

A powerful killing intent surged from the depths of his heart.

’This kid must die!’

’If I don’t tear him to shreds today, he will become a massive threat in the future!’

Pang Chuanshan took a deep breath. His vital energy surged once more, the ground beneath him exploded, and his entire body lunged toward Wan Ze like an enraged tiger.

Two meters!

One meter!

Half a meter...

In that exact instant, Wan Ze moved.

As if completely fearless of death, he chose not to dodge, but to—

Activate the Soldier Immortal Technique!

VWOOM!!!

A terrifying aura erupted from within Wan Ze’s body!

His body began to expand, muscles swelling madly as if being inflated. A bizarre, dark red hue appeared on his skin, glowing like a branding iron!

With a K-K-KRAK of his bones, he grew a full two inches taller, his shoulders and back broadening until they were like a wall.

The power of his vital energy was so dense it was almost tangible, roiling around him like a burning flame!