Chapter 324: The Shockwave Could Circle the Earth

Set aside those muscular giants whose appearance would surely give you nightmares—Fulilien began to study the towering man before her named Rao.

He appeared to be around twenty-five, with short gray-white hair, a gaze heavy with oppression, and a stature taller than anyone she had ever seen; he radiated an aura of natural authority, immense and majestic, like the grandest peak on earth—not handsome, but commanding, his bronze skin and muscles exuding the essence of a “strongman,” a “super bro.”

Fulilien cast a questioning glance at Jia Ji, who was babbling nonsense—unless this iron-tower of a man, “Rao,” was also like her, spending his entire life deceiving the demon race, suppressing his magical fluctuations from the start, even hiding them completely…

What is a “fist mage”?

This is undoubtedly the absolute top-tier warrior!

And that guy muttering over there… Fulilien now suspected he was just lying to her—there was no such thing as a new magic.

“Hahahahahaha!”

After hearing his third brother’s words, Rao suddenly threw back his head and roared with laughter, his voice shaking heaven and earth, causing the entire hall and all its equipment to tremble involuntarily as if struck by an earthquake, halting everyone’s heartbeat for a beat.

Faced with this terrifying spectacle, the silver-haired elf maintained her usual blank expression, showing little surprise—but her curiosity about the situation only intensified.

This was the usual trait of humans in their world: no matter what happened, they remained calm and rational, never expressing excessive passion in love, nor showing clear anger or rage, but burying everything deep within, unknown to outsiders.

Thus, Fulilien rarely encountered men like those of Beidou, who openly and unreservedly displayed their intense emotions.

Love meant loving more than anyone else; hate meant hating with bone-deep intensity—like brilliant meteors blazing fiercely through the atmosphere.

“Fine, let you witness my Rao’s ‘Monkey!’”

Simple and direct, the boss of Beidou led the way, striding forward with the might of a dragon and a tiger, followed by a group of martial artists brimming with the same curiosity.

For some reason, Fulilien followed the crowd outside—perhaps she too wanted to see what kind of magic this giant from another world could unleash.

Arriving at an open space, Rao halted, standing firm, slowly raising his hand toward the sky.

Low, heavy clouds pressed over the earth; it was mid-September, and a light drizzle fell, the cool breeze carrying away the last traces of end-of-century fatigue.

BOOM!

A powerful explosion of air, then concentric golden aura waves radiated outward from Rao, turning the once-peaceful air into a raging storm, violently surging as the sound expanded outward.

Vast power surged forth from his body, coalescing in his palm as Rao spoke slowly, each word deliberate: “Bei… Dou…”

The aura exploded outward, sweeping dust and soil into the sky like a storm, and even those a hundred zhang away had to brace themselves to avoid being blown away.

“————!”

Fulilien’s pupils shrank sharply; she raised her staff and drove it straight into the ground before her, her body taut, a fierce sense of danger surging within her—and…

The ground beneath her suddenly sank several chi, and simultaneously, the tall, muscular figure defied gravity, slowly rising into the air.

“He’s flying?”

Fulilien was finally somewhat surprised.

Leaving aside that power—different from magic, seemingly born from an overwhelmingly strong life force—could he even fly?

Decades ago, only demons possessed convenient flight magic; she had walked every step to the Demon King’s Castle, and only recently had flight become a basic skill for magic users.

Vast amounts of air rushed into Rao’s lungs and chest, his blood churning into endless golden aura.

A dazzling golden halo, breathtakingly beautiful, gathered in the fist king’s palm, containing explosive, terrifying power that summoned thunder and wind within a radius of dozens of chi, then unleashed his ultimate, invincible fist technique.

“————Gang Zhang Bo!!”

Laughing boldly, the Gang Zhang Bo that once toppled gods and buddhas now, in Rao’s hands, merged with the falling rain, becoming an unstoppable dragon of light that slammed into the ink-black clouds, illuminating the entire city in visible radiance.

In an instant, a golden pillar pierced heaven and earth, tearing wind, dust, and atmosphere into shards, forming a swirling vortex as if giving birth to a monstrous beast.

As time passed, the wave grew stronger, the pillar of light from the earth shattering through the atmosphere and the boundary of cosmic vacuum, a thin thread shooting beyond Earth and plunging deep into space.

The shockwave breached the horizon.

It crossed space and distance.

The gloomy, endless clouds scattered; everyone involuntarily squinted, and with Fulilien’s vision, she could faintly see the target— the moon!

She did not know that in this world, the distance between Earth and the moon was three hundred thousand kilometers, but she understood it was surely a despairing length.

It had the beauty of striking from the Central Holy Capital straight to the Demon King’s Castle.

After a long while, the torrent of destructive light gradually faded.

“Tch.”

Slowly descending to the ground, Rao grunted in dissatisfaction.

When he stopped, the light cannon—tens of kilometers long from tip to tail, flying outward at supersonic speed—after several minutes of intense decay, finally reached the moon after smashing through countless space debris, its power now too weak to be seen by the naked eye.

Forget moving the moon—it could barely leave a modest crater on its surface, and even this was the result of his full strength, beyond which he could not go further.

Sunlight spilled from the horizon, striking the stunned faces of the crowd, illuminating the elf girl’s dazed expression.

Pitter-patter.

Amid the intense sunlight, the scattered clouds burst into a torrential downpour.

This rain… is the sky’s tears?

The elf who had arrived in this world via “spatial teleportation magic” finally couldn’t help but think this—before the power of aura and flight.

Yes, this must also be magic.

(End of Chapter)