Chapter 299: Power Is the Reason for Kingship
Even the weak, if many believe in something absurd, will make that thing real through the power of their belief.
All people, every thinking being on this earth, no matter how optimistic, deep down believe one thing is destined to come—war.
The third world war of all humanity.
Under such collective thoughts, it seems this war must happen.
“—I will not allow it.”
A gale swept through, lifting the dusty, tattered cloak of a figure, revealing what lay beneath—the true form of a giant towering so high he shattered heaven and earth.
On his back, he carried a massive horse-head fiddle.
The cold sunlight of the century’s end shone upon this burly man, reflecting off his solid muscles like metallic luster—he was a stone that would never bow, a steel that would never bend, utterly invincible!
Fist Masters possess such intense willpower they can accomplish the absurd feat of changing the world alone! They harbor hearts unlike any ordinary person—extraordinary and unique!
And among all Fist Masters, the man with the hardest, strongest, most unyielding heart has arrived.
“If all humanity believes this event must occur, then… my conviction will be stronger than the combined convictions of everyone else!”
As he spoke these words, he began to advance.
The earth trembled beneath his footsteps.
Such powerful strides suggested nothing in the world could halt his progress.
“Lao! What are you doing?!”
The tall, blond man who had stood before him screamed at him with a hoarse voice—he had a face of extreme stubbornness, standing easily over two meters tall, his muscles bulging, his physique immensely powerful… yet now he knelt half on the ground.
His armor was shattered, blood trickled from his lips, his arms hung limp to the ground; his fierce will kept him conscious—this was the price of his overconfidence.
The leader of Yuan Dou Fist, “Golden Wolf” Farugo, had been mercilessly defeated by the eldest son of Beidou who had arrived here.
Behind him, along the path the “Lao” had walked, many trembling men lay slumped, their eyes filled with fear…
Farugo knew that just moments ago, the gaze, fighting spirit, and even souls of all Yuan Dou warriors had dimmed, becoming like flames about to be extinguished—fragile and weak.
“Purple Light” Solya, “Green Light” Taegalin, “Crimson Light” Zhaomu, “Blue Light” Bolts… each Yuan Dou warrior was as strong as a full-grown North American grizzly bear, yet even a dozen Yuan Dou Fist warriors combined seemed no match for a single arm of this eldest son of Beidou.
They exhausted every technique, yet could not stop this man’s advance, nor muster the will to resist—only helplessly watched as the Beidou man marched toward the last hope of this age—the “Twin Emperors Born Together.”
Roar! Farugo roared in fury; though his arms could not lift, he still unleashed a “Yuan Dou Mighty Heaven Palm.”
In the next instant, the golden aura of Farugo’s desperate roar was instantly swallowed by the flames enveloping Lao.
“If we are to confront a sudden, colossal disaster, then I must become a colossal spark.”
Lao never doubted himself, for he was born with the “ability” and “fate” to overturn the old order—he was born to drive history forward.
This peerless titan of forged steel met the innocent gaze of two infant girls in their cradle with eyes unshakable—eyes filled with ambition, desire, and unyielding conviction.
Before this giant’s fearsome gaze, the twin emperors of this generation, Lin’er and Lu Yi, did not cry or fear—they giggled instead.
Gently, they extended their tiny hands and simultaneously grasped the man’s hard index finger.
“Impossible…”
Farugo, who had witnessed all this, muttered in a daze, a belief long rooted in his heart beginning to waver.
“Impossible… impossible… the prophecy did not record this! Could he be the true savior?!”
“The Book of Holleb says: The Emperor’s Thunder shall purify the world; the true savior shall appear before us, ending the chaotic age and allowing the world to be reborn in its rightful form…”
They knew the apocalypse was coming, yet they chose to entrust their own and the world’s hope to these two newborn infant girls who bore the Emperor’s blood.
But now, it seemed as if they had given everything to this Beidou man—could the true hope lie in him?!
“Hmph? Savior?”
The eldest son of Beidou gently freed his finger from the infants’ grasp, then pointed toward the sky—and heaven and earth trembled at his words.
“My name is Lao. I am the Heavenly Tyrant.”
All members of Yuan Dou stood frozen, minds blank, overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure radiating from this man who declared himself “equal to heaven”—they could not speak.
“How could such a powerful, terrifying man exist in this world?!”
Then, everyone understood—
This power… is why he is king.
【Fist King】【Heavenly Tyrant】【Strongest Man】
They were certain—this man before them was no longer of the same plane as they; he was the terrifying embodiment of heaven itself, his fist’s unmatched violence crushing all obstacles, killing for heaven, striking for heaven.
“Hahahaha!”
Lao threw back his head and laughed—a laugh as vast and majestic as the heavens.
“After seeing them, I reaffirmed one truth—not heaven chose me, but I, Lao, chose heaven!”
Since his foolish younger brother Jia Qi had still not returned, then it would be his duty as the elder brother to bear the future of the world!
“Boom————!”
A deafening roar erupted.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.
To Farugo’s eyes, Lao now stood like a colossal god reaching heaven and earth.
……
July, summer.
All martial artists and Qiangzhe with superhuman senses simultaneously understood one fact—
From this moment, within two hours, thirty-six minutes, and twenty-five seconds, all existing nuclear weapons on Earth would detonate.
Above the gray sky, a mass of dark clouds gathered; amid suffocating rain, lightning and thunder roared, carrying within them the instruments of endless destruction.
The first nuclear missile launched.
The destruction of humanity had begun.
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