Chapter 829

Is this the terrifying power of a space-type famished beast?

Space-type energy erupted.

Right before Su Yang, a circle the size of a bowl suddenly appeared.

"There it is, Master!"

"Good!"

Su Yang lunged into the circle, producing a sonic boom.

At that moment, a gray circle suddenly appeared before Jin Gang's vulture, a kilometer away from Su Yang.

Before Jin Gang's vulture could react, a fist slammed into its face.

"Boom."

Jin Gang's vulture's head exploded outright.

Then, the suddenly appearing fist retracted, and the gray circle vanished instantly.

Su Yang looked at his bloodied fist and burst out laughing.

A single punch landed on a target a kilometer away!

This kind of attack is seriously overpowered!

From now on, Su Yang no longer worried about missing his target with his punches.

Not only could he use it, but even the Storm Eagle and the Explosive Yan Mo could, with the aid of Void Wanderer, effortlessly deliver attacks straight to their opponents' faces!

Su Yang asked curiously: "Does Void Wanderer's attack have to travel in a straight line?"

The principle behind Su Yang's previous punch was actually very simple.

It simply involved Void Wanderer shortening the distance between him and Jin Gang's vulture, then landing a punch.

Strictly speaking, Su Yang or Void Wanderer needed to adjust the angle and aim at the target.

Void Wanderer replied: "Of course not. It's just because I'm not yet proficient with this skill. Once I master it, I can combine spatial distortion—bending with spatial distortion—stretching, so you can swing your fist from any angle and still hit your target!"

In other words, at that point, Su Yang could attack freely.

Let Void Wanderer handle the aiming and angle adjustment.

With Void Wanderer's mastery over spatial distance and direction, it was absolutely capable of achieving this level!

What could Su Yang say?

He was more than satisfied with Void Wanderer!

"By the way, does that gray circle have to exist?"

"Not necessarily. I was afraid our coordination wasn't good enough—your punch speed is too fast. If you threw your punch and I didn't react in time, the attack would fail. The gray circle is just for targeting. Once we've practiced more, we can drop it."

"Excellent!"

Su Yang stepped forward, and his body instantly appeared before the corpse of Jin Gang's vulture, a kilometer away.

This technique is called "Shrink Earth to Inch," from Chinese mythology.

All he needs to do is take one step, and Void Wanderer contracts space, transferring Su Yang's body a kilometer.

In terms of suddenness, it's not as good as instant teleportation!

But it's truly the demeanor of a true powerhouse!

When Jin Gang's vulture was killed, the other ferocious beasts fled in terror.

Jin Gang's vulture wasn't edible, so Su Yang dug out its core and pried off its massive jaw.

Five days later, the final round of the Mount Dajiao City Youth Talent Selection.

At 9:50 a. m., the martial arena outside Mount Dajiao City was packed with people.

These people had come to watch Mount Dajiao City's talented beast tamers.

"Who do you think will win this time—He Long or Ding Yuan?"

"Definitely He Long! He's from the He family!"

"I think Ding Yuan isn't bad either. His grandfather is one of the commanders of the Beast Tamer Corps—he's almost as strong as He Yao."

"They're nothing. The City Lord is the real powerhouse—he's even younger than He Long and Ding Yuan!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember—the City Lord is under eighteen!"

"…"

"Why haven't they started yet? I can't wait!"

"The match time hasn't come yet, and neither the City Lord nor the Deputy Commandant has shown up—how could the match begin now?"

"Then we wait!"

"We must wait!"

"…"

In other cities, if commoners had to wait this long,

they'd probably be cursing under their breath.

But in Mount Dajiao City, Su Yang and Liu Mengyun's prestige is too high!

Especially after the civilians of Xicheng City joined Mount Dajiao.

Many commoners stood on tiptoe, staring toward the best viewing platform ahead.

On the platform sat many Mount Dajiao City elites, including Deputy City Lord Feng Yuanjie.

Also present were Zhenbao Pavilion's manager Bai Cang and deputy manager Xi Yao.

In the center of the platform, two seats remained empty.

Requesting flowers

Those were Su Yang's and Liu Mengyun's seats.

Two young geniuses from Mount Dajiao, He Long and Ding Yuan, stood quietly beside the combat arena.

"Director Feng, has Director Su really recovered?"

Feng Yuanjie smiled and said, "He has recovered—about five days ago!"

Xi Yao asked curiously, "I heard Director Su is very handsome?"

"You've never seen him?"

"I've seen his ID photo, but you know—ID photos and real-life photos are different!"

Feng Yuanjie chuckled, "Director Su is very handsome. If my granddaughter weren't married, I'd introduce her to him myself!"

Bai Cang sat beside them, silent.

He had noticed Xi Yao's interest in Su Yang.

But he had no right to say anything.

He also believed that if Xi Yao truly became involved with Su Yang, even Elder Xi probably couldn't refuse.

"The city lord is here!"

"And Deputy Officer Liu!"

"Is that really the city lord?"

"So the city lord is this handsome?"

"Let me take a look!"

"..."

Many girls screamed outright.

There was no help for it—Su Yang had always worn bandages over his face, and with chronic sleep deprivation, his bloodshot eyes had looked terrifying.

Now, Su Yang had regained his handsome appearance and was sleeping well.

The contrast between before and now made him seem like an entirely different person!

Besides those lovestruck girls, many commoners of Mount Dajiao were curious about Su Yang's appearance.

After all, Su Yang had been city lord for months—and had never shown his true face!

Su Yang and Liu Mengyun walked through the private passage; the crowd began surging toward Su Yang, and the Mount Dajiao Beast Tamer unit struggled to maintain order.

Liu Mengyun warned, "My lord, we have thirty seconds left—hurry up!"

She was a very punctual person, and this time she had been held back by Su Yang.

The distance from Congcheng to the arena stands was nearly five hundred meters.

If they were late, she would feel physically ill!

"Enough!" Su Yang said calmly. "From now on, just follow me. Stay composed. Don't look startled!"