Chapter 138: Instant Kill of Wang Lang!

Three-turn supreme golden body!

You should know, those who can forge a supreme golden body, even if placed in the college entrance exam, could be called geniuses.

After all, not everyone can forge a flawless golden body.

In Daxia's annual college entrance exam, the number of those who can forge a flawless golden body never exceeds ten.

The rest are basically the stage for possessors of supreme golden bodies.

And this person before us, being able to forge a supreme golden body, already says a lot.

Moreover, it's a three-turn supreme golden body; its strength should not be underestimated.

Feeling this strong fluctuation coming from the opponent's body, Su Yu's mouth curled slightly, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

The youth's eyes were filled with anger, and in an instant he charged at Su Yu to kill.

"Hiss, Su Yu actually encountered Wang Lang!"

Outside the virtual world, a spectator let out a gasp.

"Wang Lang? The Heavenly Pride of Zhen'nan City? The one ranked sixth?"

Someone said.

"That's right, Wang Lang is the second Heavenly Pride of Zhen'nan City's Heavenly Pride Battalion, second only to Nan Shou Ren. Although he only has a three-turn supreme golden body, he possesses innate divine strength; even against a four-turn supreme golden body expert, he can defeat them."

"Then that means Su Yu has run into trouble, hasn't he?"

"Probably. Back then, Nan Shou Ren's victory over Wang Lang also cost him a lot of energy. Judging by Su Yu's points, his combat strength shouldn't be too strong; facing Wang Lang, he might find it a bit troublesome."

Someone sighed and said regretfully.

In the virtual world.

Wang Lang threw a punch, and deep golden light continually swirled around his fist.

It released terrifying power.

For a moment, even the surrounding space faintly undulated.

Su Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Just as he tried to dodge, he discovered that Wang Lang's fist seemed to have locked onto him; no matter which way he dodged, he couldn't evade it.

"Interesting."

Su Yu gave a light smile, slowly extended his arm, and placed it on top.

The next moment, a formidable force erupted from Wang Lang's fist.

Wang Lang roared even louder.

"Die for me!"

Wang Lang's eyes were filled with anger.

That golden-body-realm green snake—I've been hunting it for a long time; its ten points have made Wang Lang's heart race.

Who would have thought, the green snake I've been pursuing for so long actually died at someone else's hands.

"Since you killed my green snake, I'm taking your points!"

Wang Lang thought to himself.

He doesn't care who the opponent is; in his eyes, the only one worthy of being his rival is Nan Shou Ren.

Even someone like Yun Xiu, a five-turn supreme golden body expert, hasn't caught his eye.

"Hiss, Wang Lang's punch isn't just a simple three-turn supreme golden body; even an ordinary seven-turn golden body expert would feel their scalp go numb facing it."

Someone sucked in a breath of cold air and exclaimed in shock.

Many spectators solemnly looked over.

Although that punch only appeared on the screen, the energy it contained made everyone's hearts involuntarily shudder.

Suddenly, everyone's pupils contracted sharply.

All that could be seen was on the screen.

Su Yu slowly extended his fist.

It was as if he turned into cloth, directly reaching out to wrap Wang Lang's fist.

Then, as if throwing trash, he instantly shoved Wang Lang's massive body.

He forcibly hurled Wang Lang's entire body flying away.

Boom—!!

Wang Lang's stature was already burly; he crashed heavily to the ground, directly blasting a huge pit in the floor.

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent!

In the virtual world.

After being suddenly flung away, Wang Lang felt his whole mind turn somewhat muddled.

He swayed his head, wobbling as he stood up, looking at the thin-built youth before him.

Especially when he saw the faint smile on Su Yu's face.

Wang Lang's complexion turned twisted.

"You're courting death!"

Wang Lang roared, and instantly a golden-body phantom appeared behind him, slowly emerging like a golden great Buddha.

It loomed forth with a boom!

Boom—!!

Bathed in golden light, Wang Lang resembled a Buddhist arhat; his flesh and blood instantly became sturdy and robust.

His upper garment was outright torn apart.

Revealing his well-built muscles.

Wang Lang bellowed in anger, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

"Hundred Beast King Fist!"

With Wang Lang's angry shout, the sound of a tiger's roar faintly echoed around.

In an instant, a violent energy locked onto Su Yu.

"It's actually the Hundred Beast King Fist—hiss, this Su Yu is in trouble."

"Why say that? Is the Hundred Beast King Fist that powerful?"

Someone asked doubtfully.

The person who had spoken earlier wore a solemn expression and spoke in a low voice.

"You wouldn't know this, but in the Martial Artists Association of Southern Guard City there is a Great Sun Grand Master whose specialty is the Hundred Beast King Fist; he is even called the Hundred Beast Grand Master, and with his Hundred Beast King Fist he can single‑handedly fight three Great Sun Grand Master‑level myriad‑race powerhouses."

"Finally, he even killed those three Great Sun Grand Master‑level powerhouses; the Hundred Beast King Fist itself is a fifth‑level martial technique, its destructive power comparable to some sixth‑level techniques."

"Watching Wang Lang unleash the Hundred Beast King Fist, I only just learned that he inherited it from that person; the Hundred Beast King Fist excels in destructive power, so Su Yu might not be able to withstand it."

That person spoke quickly, then sighed.

Everyone listening to that person's explanation couldn't help but worry about Su Yu.

After all, that is a fifth‑level martial technique, and it specializes in destructive power.

In the virtual world, Su Yu felt the terrifying power gathering above Wang Lang's fist, and his expression twitched slightly.

"This is getting more interesting, but I don't have that much time to waste with you!"

Su Yu muttered softly; the next moment his figure vanished, reappearing as a series of afterimages that instantly rushed toward Wang Lang.

The speed was such that even Wang Lang almost couldn't react.

"Die!"

Wang Lang roared angrily and threw a punch at Su Yu.

However, Su Yu merely dodged, easily avoiding Wang Lang's furious strike.

Then he thrust out a palm.

Dark‑golden light, wrapped in a mighty pressure, instantly pressed down on Wang Lang.

Wang Lang's complexion changed drastically, even his face turned pale.

"I surrender!"

Wang Lang let out a hoarse cry; instantly a white light enveloped him and teleported him away.

Su Yu's palm slammed into the ground, blasting out a huge pit.

In an instant, all the spectators watching the scene fell silent.