Overlord of the Wilderness

Hearing Zhaang Ye’s threat, the Martial Artists below the stage, who were eager to stir up trouble, all roared, ”Zhaang Ye, rip off his shorts! Rip off his shorts! Make him fight with his bare ass!”

”That’s right, that’s right! We want to see him fight with his bare ass!”

”Hehehehe, a Martial Arts Ninth Layer expert fighting with his bare ass... I bet he’d still look magnificent, right? I can’t wait to see it...”

Hearing the chaotic and vulgar jeers from below the stage, Fu Songcheng was fuming, wishing he could leap off the stage and kill a few of them on the spot.

In his fury, Fu Songcheng’s Body Technique faltered. Zhaang Ye immediately seized the opportunity, launching a fierce assault on Fu Songcheng’s legs.

Fu Songcheng’s Moonlight Palm Technique was used in conjunction with a profound Footwork Technique. This Footwork Technique was so exceptional that even with Zhaang Ye’s immense power, he had been unable to lock onto Fu Songcheng’s lower body. Fu Songcheng’s rage now gave Zhaang Ye the opening he needed. In the span of just two or three breaths, Zhaang Ye landed a Hand Blade strike on Fu Songcheng’s legs, and blood began to gush out.

Sitting in the judges’ section, Ninth Elder Fu Yibo of the Moon Country True Hall saw how easily Fu Songcheng had lost his composure and sighed inwardly. ’He has no way to deal with Zhaang Ye now.’ He used a Sound Transmission Technique to send his voice into Fu Songcheng’s ear, saying, ”Just admit defeat! You are in no condition to continue this fight!”

But how could Fu Songcheng be willing to give up? He sent a reply back, ”Ninth Elder, Zhaang Ye has been attacking for a long time; his True Qi must be nearly depleted. As long as I hold on, I can definitely kill him! I will repay today’s humiliation to Zhaang Ye before this day is over!”

Fu Yibo’s heart sank. He knew Fu Songcheng had been blinded by hatred, and there was no point in saying more. After a moment of hesitation, the Ninth Elder of the Moon Country True Hall sent a message to Zhaang Ye’s ear. ”Listen, boy. I am Fu Yibo, Ninth Elder of the Moon Country True Hall! I’m warning you: you’d best know when to quit. Fu Songcheng’s status is special. He is not someone you can afford to provoke. If anything should happen to him, I will personally kill you!”

Fu Yibo’s words were heavy with threat. He knew Fu Songcheng was likely to be defeated, so he issued a preemptive warning to prevent Zhaang Ye from landing a fatal blow.

But Zhaang Ye had only just gained the upper hand after great difficulty; he paid Fu Yibo’s words no mind. Zhaang Ye sneered and said, ”Fu Yibo, who the hell do you think you are? You dare threaten me?”

”Insolent whelp! How arrogant!” Ever since Fu Yibo had reached the Peak of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. For Zhaang Ye to essentially call him a worthless ”thing” right from the start was unbearable, and a sinister killing intent erupted from his body.

The Eighth Elder of the Wei Kingdom True Hall sensed Fu Yibo’s killing intent and frowned. ”Elder Fu, you’re seething with killing intent. Who are you planning to kill? Let me tell you, don’t even think about touching Zhaang Ye. Otherwise, even if it means getting a lecture from the Hall Master, I will have to fight you.”

Fu Yibo’s gaze locked with the Eighth Elder’s for a moment. With a cold snort, he flicked his sleeve and retracted his killing intent.

On the stage, Zhaang Ye gave a cold smile and pulled a small, blood-colored arrow from within his robes. The short red arrow was only about a foot long. Its shaft was covered in intricate patterns, and it emanated a faint aura of Suppression and murderous intent. This was the very same Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow he had obtained in the Python Marsh.

This Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow was an item from the Da Ling Kingdom True Hall. After an expert from the Da Ling Kingdom True Hall used it to kill the Hundred-foot Python, the small arrow fell into Zhaang Ye’s possession. Eight Arrays were carved upon it, making it a rare Pseudo-True Artifact of immense power.

Although Zhaang Ye had the upper hand, his ranged attacks were simply not enough to kill Fu Songcheng. That was why he had taken out the small arrow; he intended to use the Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow to defeat Fu Songcheng in a single blow.

Zhaang Ye held the Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow between his fingers, silently circulating the True Qi in his body. Finally, with a flick of his fingers, the Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow shot out without a sound!

The small red arrow flew as fast as a meteor. As it traveled, the intricate patterns on its shaft seemed to flow, and the entire arrow was shrouded in a hazy red glow, like a rising sun suddenly shining down upon the land!

”AH—!”

Fu Songcheng’s Spiritual Power was quite formidable; he sensed the Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow the moment Zhaang Ye released it. But propelled by Zhaang Ye’s full power, the arrow’s speed was incredible. Fu Songcheng had only just cried out when the small, blood-red arrow, carrying a silent might, was already upon him!

Fu Songcheng’s face turned deathly pale. He knew the arrow Zhaang Ye had fired was a Pseudo-True Artifact. Empowered by Zhaang Ye’s True Qi, it had enough power to pierce through a ten-thousand-jin boulder. If he were hit, even with the protection of his Snake Scale Treasure, his bones would shatter and his tendons would snap—he might not even survive!

With danger imminent, Fu Songcheng could no longer hold back. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly waved the feather fan in his hand, swinging it to meet the Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow!

BOOM!

With Fu Songcheng’s wave, the feather fan in his hand erupted with earth-shattering power. A terrifying white light flashed, and an utterly dreadful power instantly filled the arena. Under this power, the souls of the Martial Artists, both on and off the stage, began to tremble!

Even the expressions of the Elders in the judges’ section changed drastically in the face of this terrifying power. Their once ramrod-straight postures now slumped over!

This power was the Innate True Qi of a True Dao Expert!

With Fu Songcheng’s full-powered swing, the Innate True Qi within the feather fan was unleashed. Before this surge of Innate True Qi, even a grand expert at the Peak of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer would be powerless to resist!

The moment Zhaang Ye’s Blood-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow touched Fu Songcheng’s feather fan, it instantly exploded, shattering into countless fragments before vanishing. Then, the Innate True Qi from the fan swept outward in all directions with an irresistible force.

RUMBLE—

Compressed by the Innate True Qi, the very air formed a terrifying shockwave, letting out a strange noise like muffled thunder. In an instant, this terrifying shockwave swept across the entire tournament grounds. Martial Artists watching from over twenty zhang away were blasted into the sky, blood spraying from their mouths!

Even the Martial Artists more than a hundred zhang away were knocked off their feet by the shockwave, all suffering minor injuries.

Zhaang Ye was only a dozen zhang away, standing directly opposite Fu Songcheng. He was affected far more than anyone else. As the shockwave hit him, he felt a sharp discomfort in the sensitive areas of his eyes, ears, and nose, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

But despite his minor injuries, a smile touched Zhaang Ye’s lips. Completely ignoring his wounds, he transformed into a black shadow and shot straight toward Fu Songcheng, aiming a punch right at his nose!

Fu Songcheng’s greatest trump card was his feather fan. Now that the Innate True Qi within it had been unleashed, the fan itself was useless.

Now, Zhaang Ye no longer had any reservations. He could finally engage in close-quarters combat without restraint!

Facing Zhaang Ye’s incredibly domineering attack, Fu Songcheng had no time to think. He hastily executed his Moonlight Palm Technique to meet Zhaang Ye’s fist head-on.

BOOM!

The moment Fu Songcheng’s palm met Zhaang Ye’s fist, his expression changed. He felt that Zhaang Ye’s fist was impossibly heavy, like a mountain crashing down from the sky. Even with his Cultivation at the Middle Stage of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, he could barely withstand the direct impact. His bones creaked and his True Qi was thrown into disarray. He couldn’t stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood!

’What terrifying power! Is this man a Fierce Beast?’ Fu Songcheng was utterly shaken. He opened his mouth, about to concede. But just as he did, Zhaang Ye’s second punch arrived!

This punch was even heavier than the first. The fist had barely been thrown, but the terrifying Qi Force was already pressing down on Fu Songcheng with tangible weight, vibrating with enough force to snap the hairs of his head and eyebrows at the roots and bruise his skin. Under such pressure, Fu Songcheng couldn’t even speak!

With no time to think, Fu Songcheng could only brace for another head-on clash.

BOOM!

Zhaang Ye’s punch sent Fu Songcheng flying back two zhang. This time, he spat out two large mouthfuls of blood. Under Zhaang Ye’s terrifying strength, cracks had even appeared on his arms!

Zhaang Ye pressed his advantage relentlessly. His figure was like an Ancient War God as he strode forward, unleashing punch after punch. Zhaang Ye’s Fist Technique came from his comprehension of the Mysterious Blade Tip, and he’d had another epiphany after seeing Du Hong’s Cloud-Breaking Scattering Hand. The Fist Technique he now displayed was even more domineering than Du Hong’s. Even with Fu Songcheng’s Cultivation at the Middle Stage of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, he could not evade Zhaang Ye’s domineering and desolate fist style; he had no choice but to meet it head-on!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Every punch Zhaang Ye threw made Fu Songcheng cough up mouthfuls of blood. After several more blows, the skin on Fu Songcheng’s arms split open, and blood seeped from every pore of his body. He looked like a man made of blood!

”ARGHHH—” A beastly howl escaped Fu Songcheng’s throat. He glared at Zhaang Ye with venomous hatred, as if he could flay him alive with his gaze alone. But it did nothing to change his fate of being pummeled!

Watching Zhaang Ye’s Fist Technique, Du Hong was stunned. He stared intently at Zhaang Ye and murmured, ”What a terrifying Fist Technique! It’s even more domineering than my Cloud-Breaking Scattering Hand! This... this is the true combat style of the ancient giants!”

Seeing Zhaang Ye’s Fist Technique had the opposite effect on Fu Yibo, filling him with horror. He shot to his feet, about to concede on Fu Songcheng’s behalf. But at that very moment, Zhaang Ye suddenly struck out with his two most vicious punches yet!

BOOM! BOOM!

With two massive booms, Fu Songcheng’s body was launched high into the air by Zhaang Ye’s fists, flying two hundred zhang into the sky as his blood rained down! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com and vote with Recommendation Tickets or a monthly pass. Your support is my greatest motivation.)