Chapter 210

Feeling the ferocity and dominance of Xu Yang's punch, the moment the Gang Qi was about to strike him, he dodged to the side, and Xu Yang's Gang Qi grazed his body as it blasted past.

As the wind swept by, he felt his Gang Qi surge and distort, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; if he hadn't dodged, this punch would have been hard to take.

"Boom!"

The Gang Qi missed and slammed into the ground behind him; Han Xing felt the ground shake, soil splattered everywhere, accompanied by a scream.

Ji Jincheng spat blood, hit by the aftermath of the exploding Gang Qi, his body flying backward.

"Despicable!"

Han Xing realized that the target of Xu Yang's punch was never him, but Ji Jincheng behind him.

A punch from a Gang Qi expert from a distance—even though Ji Jincheng had reached the Perfection of Qi Gathering—would leave him dead or severely injured.

A figure flashed before his eyes; Xu Yang had pounced like a fierce tiger, his fist, carrying immense power, rapidly enlarging before his eyes.

Han Xing hurriedly raised his fists to block; as their Gang Qi collided, there was a loud boom, the force scattered, and the Gang Qi shattered.

"So strong!"

Han Xing's whole body shook; he felt Xu Yang's body was shockingly hard, as if cast from iron.

His power was even more terrifying, far surpassing his own; it didn't look like he had just broken through at all. He had almost failed to block this punch.

"Since Brother Xu has already refined Qi into Gang Qi, how about we end today's matter here?"

Gang Qi erupted, Han Xing threw a punch and retreated rapidly.

He had already developed the intention to retreat.

Xu Yang had refined Qi into Gang Qi; with both in the same realm, he could not kill him. Continuing to fight would only result in mutual destruction.

"You come when you want and leave when you want?" Xu Yang's gaze was sharp.

Han Xing was much stronger than Li Ruian, but he still had the confidence to kill him.

Shattering the incoming Gang Qi with one punch, he stepped forward, the sound of bones and tendons roaring coming from within his body.

His fist, stacking eleven layers of force, thrust out like a heavy spear, emitting a piercing whistle.

Surging Waves Fist, attacking only, never defending.

Once the fist technique started, it was like surging waves, continuous and endless, the violent aura rushing straight at Han Xing.

Such fist momentum made Han Xing's expression change drastically.

He had also cultivated the Surging Waves Fist, but it was only after refining Qi into Gang Qi that he managed to stack nine layers of force through his powerful realm. Xu Yang had actually reached the pinnacle on the basis of the Surging Waves Fist, stacking it to eleven layers.

What kind of monster is this?

Xu Yang had been hiding not just his cultivation, but also terrifying comprehension; his talent was so high that it was likely no less than Kong Yu's.

Once this thought occurred, he understood that if they didn't fight to the death today, this day would come sooner or later.

Han Xing's ferocity was also stirred; he immediately ignored Xu Yang's fist with its eleven layers of force, his own fist striking like lightning, intending to trade injuries with Xu Yang.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Both of their protective Gang Qi were torn apart simultaneously, pierced through by the fists.

Xu Yang felt as if Han Xing's arm had elongated in an instant; the fist that originally couldn't reach his body struck him at an incredible distance.

He knew this was the "Arm Reaching Heaven" of the Through-Arm Fist, using an incredible way of exerting force to make the arm grow longer in an instant, often catching people off guard in close combat.

Fortunately, his physique was hard, possessing the "Diamond Indestructible" characteristic. After Han Xing's fist pierced his protective Gang Qi, it no longer had much power. Not only did he easily withstand it, but he also had the strength to gather Gang Qi for a counterattack.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of bone cracking, the place where Xu Yang's fist landed caved in.

Han Xing was struck as if by lightning, his features twisted together; the pain of broken bones almost made him unable to stop himself from screaming.

The two traded a punch, yet only he was injured, while Xu Yang was completely fine.

His fist striking Xu Yang not only failed to injure him, but the terrifying rebound force shattered his own flesh and blood, exposing the stark white bones of his fist.

"He has cultivated a terrifying body-protecting divine art; his physique has been tempered to a terrifying degree."

Han Xing's heart was shaken; if he couldn't even break Xu Yang's defense, how could he fight? Even fighting to the death was impossible.

"Is this what you meant by giving me a quick end? Is this all the means you have?"

A sharp light burst from Xu Yang's eyes; like a maddened savage dragon, he stepped forward, his fist once again stacking eleven layers of force as he struck out.

The aura on his body became increasingly violent and fierce, as if he wanted to tear Han Xing alive; the stirred-up wind mixed with the muffled sound of his fist piercing the air, and violent winds suddenly rose all around, dust filling the air.

"It's over!"

Ji Jincheng, who had barely crawled up, turned pale, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood; Han Xing was actually no match for Xu Yang.

Xu Yang was like a fierce tiger, Han Xing like a lamb; he could already see the terror on Han Xing's face and his caved-in chest.

Xu Yang's ferocity was even greater than that of his Junior Brother Kong Yu; his true strength was not at all as weak as it appeared during the Martial Arts Examination.

"He could clearly have competed for the top three, yet he kept feigning weakness; what a poisonous snake in the shadows."

He felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to his crown; he had actually wanted to scheme against such a person, thinking he had found an opportunity to intercept and kill him, not knowing that the other party had dug a pit just waiting for him to jump in.

But who could have imagined that someone who could clearly compete for the top three in the examination would choose not to?

Xu Yang's fist momentum was domineering, continuous and endless.

The Surging Waves Fist moves were not exquisite; besides stacking force, it was simply attacking without defending.

His fists were like surging waves; wherever they passed, everything would be smashed to pieces. The force erupted time and time again. After blocking four or five punches, Han Xing's arms had already been shattered by the powerful force, becoming a bloody mess.

"Brother Xu, spare my life! Let's talk about how to settle this; name any condition you want."

The shadow of death filled Han Xing with fear, and he begged for mercy.

The bones in his hands were already covered in cracks; they would shatter after at most a few more moves.

"My condition is that you die."

Xu Yang was expressionless, his fists swinging around like heavy hammers and smashing down fiercely.

"Boom!"

The air emitted an unbearable explosion, and visible shockwaves rippled out.

Mountain-Shaking Hammer!

He had no hammer in his hand, but he used his fists as hammers, employing the moves of the Mountain-Shaking Hammer.

Before the fist arrived, the suffocating pressure already made Han Xing's expression change drastically; Xu Yang actually had another powerful cultivation method.

He hurriedly raised his arms above his head, wanting to use soft force to neutralize this terrifying blow.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

At the moment of impact, two crisp sounds rang out in succession; Han Xing's already bloody arms were as fragile as porcelain, snapping upon impact.

Two arms, half-clenched into fists, were stained with blood and thrown away, literally blasted off.

"Ah!"

The pain of his severed arms made him scream subconsciously, his features twisted.

Xu Yang's fists were like a hot knife through butter, smashing heavily into Han Xing's chest.

Mountain-Shaking Hammer, breaking armor and breaking hard-body techniques!

Even an expert wearing heavy armor or with a successful hard-body technique could have their internal organs shattered alive if hit by this move. Although Xu Yang's fist was not a heavy weapon like a hammer, Han Xing was not wearing heavy armor, nor was he a hard-body expert.

A terrifying vibrational force penetrated his skin and flesh, striking directly at Han Xing's internal organs, his Gang Qi erupting like a volcanic eruption.

"Crack!"

The entire chest cavity of Han Xing collapsed, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, as if they were about to be shaken out of their sockets.

The screaming stopped abruptly, and large mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed from his mouth, his whole body flying backward as if struck by a fierce horse.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew through the air, blood still spraying continuously, the scorching Gang Qi gradually weakening, Han Xing's two severed arms waving unconsciously in the air, his whole body twitching.

"Bang!"

His body hit the ground, kicking up dust, and slid for a distance before stopping.

At this moment, Han Xing had more air going out than coming in, his collapsed chest cavity rising and falling slightly like a deflating balloon, no longer twitching much.

His dull eyes were filled with fear; he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a single word.

Han Xing was dead!

Ji Jincheng's whole body shook like chaff, his liver and gallbladder splitting in terror.

Originally, it was he and Han Xing who came to kill Xu Yang; he never expected this result. Xu Yang had not only refined Qi into Gang Qi, but was also ferociously strong—Han Xing hadn't even lasted ten moves in his hands.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Xu Yang no longer paid attention to Han Xing, but walked toward the terrified Ji Jincheng: "I just wanted to keep a low profile, but you kept forcing me to kill."

"If you dare to kill me, Junior Brother Kong Yu will not let you go!" Ji Jincheng said sternly, his body swaying and on the verge of collapsing.