Chapter 104: The Strength to Uproot Mountains and the Spirit to Cover the World (Part 2)

Whoosh—

The direction in which Ogliev was sent flying backward was precisely where the crowd from the Sha'e Consulate was positioned.

Never having imagined that Ogliev, an Earth Title Combat Master, would be blasted off the ring in a single encounter, Consul Takov stared blankly, unable to react, while the two tall, elite guards behind him rushed forward in a frenzy, simultaneously reaching out to intercept and catch the incoming Ogliev.

Yet, with two loud bangs!

Under the impact of the immense force, Ogliev's flying body was like a giant boulder traveling at high speed; the moment the arms of the two Sha'e experts, who were already at the Fifth Tier, made contact, their expressions changed wildly, and they were swept backward in a violent retreat.

Even with their combined efforts, veins bulging, they were forced back more than ten steps by the ferocious impact; had the soldiers behind them not dodged quickly enough, a whole group of them would likely have been caught in the aftermath and knocked over!

Bang!

The blue brick floor shattered repeatedly. Under the obstruction of the two experts, Ogliev, who had been sent flying, finally managed to barely control his violent momentum, then dropped to one knee and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

One could see that on his body, as strong as a giant bear, his taut military uniform had burst open, revealing flesh dripping with blood.

Especially on his arms, it was unclear what kind of force they had sustained; they were torn and mangled, a bloody mess, looking extremely tragic.

And seeing this scene.

Boom—

Around the ring, the thousands upon thousands of spectators were silent for a fleeting moment, before erupting into cheers, shouts, and applause like a landslide or a tsunami, shaking the very clouds!

After all, although Lu Yuan's battle record from the previous two days was already astonishing enough, the many humiliating defeats suffered by the Jin Dynasty over the years had left the vast majority of the populace deeply fearful of the powerful Westerners.

And as the Sha'e Empire was a top-tier power on par with the Shenluo Alliance, this bear-like Ogliev, being a general, must surely be a top figure in his own country; yet, to be defeated so miserably by a single punch from Lu Yuan, how could it not make people feel a sense of vindication?

Including Prefectural Assistant Liu Guobai, Commandant Fan Zhenxiong, Lin Xingchao, Gu Kanshan, and even Martial Arts Association's Zheng Shan'ao, Golden Blade Group's Cao Futian, and many other experts all cheered excitedly:

"Good, good, good! Well done!"

"That's it, let these foreign devils know what it means to be truly outmatched!"

"This is the true prestige of our Shenzhou Martial Arts and the sons of the Han!"

"Hit them, keep hitting them hard, make all these devils cry as they go home!"

Even Huang Shihu, who had been harboring a grudge, could not help but cheer at this moment, seemingly having cast previous matters to the back of his mind.

Yet, compared to the boiling excitement of the entire venue at this moment.

The groups from the Shenluo Alliance and even the Sunlight Country all changed color.

Especially the Chief Knight Williams, who was preparing to enter the ring, and the Great Famous General of the Black Dragon Society, Sangtian Hengyi, whose gazes shifted instantly from indifference and disdain to extreme shock and suspicion, staring fixedly at Lu Yuan on the ring.

"How could this be..."

Shenluo Consul Victor looked at the stage in shock:

"Although Ogliev is an arrogant fool, he is a Combat Master of the Sha'e Empire who has obtained the Earth Title, and his strength is not inferior to our Sixth Stage Platinum Holy Knight; how could he be defeated so easily!?"

Not far away, Sunlight Country Consul Guangye Shensi also said in shock and anger:

"Preposterous, these Jin Dynasty people were indeed prepared! This man looks under thirty and shows no signs of Martial Arts Embryo Formation; what kind of evil methods did he use to repel Ogliev?"

Although the experts stationed by the three concession powers had not fought each other, various intelligence reports had long been flying everywhere, especially regarding Savage Martial Arts powerhouses with Earth Titles like Ogliev, whom every side understood quite well.

This man was the youngest general of the Sha'e Empire, possessing a unique constitution since childhood and immense strength; thus, at just over forty years of age, he had stepped into the Sixth Rank of Savage Martial Arts and earned the honor of being an Earth Title Combat Master.

Influenced by Martial Arts and Daoist Arts, the cultivation systems of various countries were largely similar; those who reached the Sixth Rank were all top-tier powerhouses at the pinnacle of the pyramid, for whom crushing iron like mud, pushing trains, or even charging into an army of thousands to take an enemy's head were all trivial matters.

Therefore, they could not imagine how such a formidable figure could be defeated so cleanly and miserably by a man from the Jin Dynasty!

Facing the shocked inquiries of their respective consuls.

Neither Williams nor Sangtian Hengyi spoke; they only stared straight at Lu Yuan on the stage with solemn and grave expressions, weighing one thing in their hearts:

That is, if they were to step onto the stage, could they withstand that punch from just now?

No matter how brainless Ogliev was, he was still a powerhouse of the same level as them; the opponent hadn't even taken a single punch, so what would happen if it were them?

"You, you despicable, yellow-skinned mongrel..."

And just the next moment.

With the deafening cheers and shouts ringing in his ears, seemingly finally recovering from the impact, Ogliev, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up with a ferocious expression, roaring in shame and rage at Lu Yuan on the stage:

"No one can defeat a warrior of the Sha'e Empire!"

"You dirty, lowly Jin Dynasty person, I am going to slaughter you!"

In a state of extreme shame and fury.

Completely disregarding the rather serious injuries on his body, he let out a sudden, violent roar, his Qi and blood surging, and instantly stepped forward, lunging toward Lu Yuan on the stage!

Amidst sharp, explosive sounds, the ground cracked everywhere; his tall body instantly lunged onto the ring, his fan-like hands grabbing at the air, emitting a wailing, ghostly howl as he reached for Lu Yuan, as if to tear him to shreds.

This lunge was fierce to the extreme; the sweeping wind even produced a series of sonic booms, fully demonstrating the ferocity of his strength.

Yet, facing this crazy lunge from his opponent.

Lu Yuan merely sneered, then took a step, and with a single, simple, top-down, head-on punch, smashed down toward the top of Ogliev's head.

Boom!

This punch descended like a thunderbolt, giving one the feeling of a thunderstorm where lightning suddenly strikes down, shattering the earth with unparalleled speed.

Even the enraged Ogliev felt a loud noise in his face in that instant, shaking his body and marrow, as if a destructive thunderbolt were about to execute divine punishment upon him.

Oh no!

A feeling of horror flashed through his mind; seeing such intense momentum, he knew clearly that he had reached the most dangerous moment.

Following a roar from within, his thick arms rose instantly, crossing upward to block, meeting Lu Yuan's thunderous punch head-on with the posture of an Overlord Lifting the Tripod, supporting the mountains and rivers.

Boom!

The shadow of the fist smashed down with a roar, like hundreds of pounds of gunpowder exploding in mid-air; upon bearing the impact of this punch, Ogliev's eyes suddenly bulged! He felt as if this smashing punch had turned into a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain crashing down upon him!

In just an instant, Ogliev crashed to one knee; the entire ring surface within a ten-foot radius of his feet exploded and rose up, dust and gravel flying in all directions as if bombarded by artillery shells, while his entire body's Qi and blood were nearly shaken apart, his muscles, bones, and even marrow vibrating incessantly under the unbearable load.

"Pfft!"

A large mouthful of blood sprayed out; Ogliev's eyes were split with rage, maintaining his defensive posture, his body trembling violently, and even his arms, back, and other points of exertion could not withstand the confrontation of such violent force, continuously bursting open.

Originally, his massive frame was half a head taller than Lu Yuan's, but at this moment, he was half-kneeling on the ground, transformed into the posture of a subject kneeling before an Emperor, unable to move a muscle.

"His power, his power."

"How could it be so strong!"

"Even the strongest among the Sky Titles would be no more than this!"

Just like a tiger or leopard facing a Tyrannosaurus rex, under the pressure of an irresistible force, Ogliev's veins bulged and he could not speak; he only felt his muscles, bones, blood, and hair trembling, every one of his internal organs being crushed and ground by the explosive power, and in his heart, he could only let out a roar of despair and disbelief.

Two punches.

From start to finish, he had only taken two of Lu Yuan's punches head-on, yet he was already battered and bruised all over, reaching the brink of collapse, and he hadn't even been able to fully unleash his own strength.

Such a terrifying reality jolted him completely awake from his extreme shame and rage, and he was instantly plunged into the eighteenth level of hell, filled with despair and terror.

And until now.

No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand why this Lu Yuan, who didn't look particularly robust and was so young, could possess such an unrivaled and terrifying power!?

Lu Yuan did not care at all about his current inner thoughts.

Looking at the already unbearable Ogliev before him, Lu Yuan's gaze remained cold and indifferent.

Without any wasted words or any pity, he tightly clenched the five fingers of his other hand, his arm muscles shook violently, the sound of the airflow exploding like a blast rang out, and he smashed his fist down once more!

Like the great waves of the Yangtze River, where one wave has not yet vanished before the next arises, Lu Yuan's arm carried a gale that sounded like ghosts weeping and gods howling; as this punch descended, his ruthless will mixed with the explosive gale, emitting a rumbling Thunder Sound of Qi, shocking everyone who saw it!

"Stop!!"

Seeing the tragic situation where Ogliev had almost lost the ability to fight back and could only barely parry, the Sha'e Consul Takov, who was under the stage, rushed up with his men, roaring with a livid face.

Yet, no one paid him any mind.

In this instant, Ogliev's whole body vibrated with intense pain, his consciousness was chaotic, and the fierce gale howled, exploding against his face, making him feel breathless, temporarily deaf, and temporarily blind.

Under such fierce power, any talk of overcoming hardness with softness was a joke; facing a strike that brought a thick scent of death, the only thing he could do, relying on instinct in his pain and chaos, was to raise his arm.

Then.

Boom!

Crack!

The moment Lu Yuan's punch landed, Ogliev's arm bent in a grotesque way first, and immediately after, the mountain-toppling and sea-draining power continued to press down; his shoulder instantly emitted the sound of bones and flesh bursting, and his massive, bear-like body was like a punctured ball, with a mist of blood gushing out from his ruptured skin!

Amidst the spray of blood, Ogliev's body shuddered violently, and then, without even a groan, he was knocked heavily to the ground by Lu Yuan's punch—a strike of hardness against hardness and violence against violence—crashing into the ground and creating a large pit.

In an instant, dust and smoke swirled across the stage, stained with the blood mist sprayed by Ogliev, and were then swept up by the rolling, explosive airflow, surging and lashing out at the surroundings.

And at the edge of the ruined stage, an irregular shallow pit with a diameter of one zhang had appeared; in the pit, the blood-covered Ogliev lay motionless like a dead dog, with a pool of blood spreading beneath him.

After Ogliev broke the rules and stepped onto the stage again, in just two punches, such a fierce Sha'e Country general and Combat Master was beaten into a wreck by Lu Yuan.

Only then did Lu Yuan stop, look at the Sha'e Consul Takov who had rushed to the edge of the stage, and smile as a gesture:

"Is this one from your Sha'e Empire? I left him with a breath; take him away."

His temperament was elegant and detached, and his tone was airy, but when paired with the miserable Ogliev at his feet, it gave people an exceptionally brutal feeling.

This extremely domineering way of victory made the whole crowd, already shocked, boil over once again, cheering and shouting with wild joy;

while the Sha'e Consul Takov, with a livid face, squeezed through the crowd and jumped onto the stage to check Ogliev's injuries.

A brief check.

With the physical constitution of an Earth Title Combat Master, although Ogliev had not been killed on the spot, his injuries were extremely severe and tragic.

Takov suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Lu Yuan, saying in uncontrollable rage:

"You scum, how dare you, how dare you...!"

Almost at the same time he drew his gun.

Fan Zhenxiong also arrived under the stage with a squad of personal guards, and they all pointed their guns in unison at the people from the Sha'e Consulate on the stage.

"Consul Takov, this is not the Concession; what are you trying to do?"

Liu Guobai, who had just been humiliated, also walked up with his translator, head held high, and laughed:

"This so-called General Ogliev doesn't have much skill either; he didn't even last until the second punch of Lu Yuan either time he stepped on stage. With so many people watching, you, as a Consul, are actually so embarrassed and angry that you draw a gun—are all you Sha'e people such sore losers?"

Including the surroundings, thousands upon thousands in the crowd also cursed angrily:

"Shameless Sha'e barbarians, daring to draw a gun with so many people watching!?"

"What kind of Consul, just a shameless piece of trash! And this Ogliev is a complete waste of space, he was useless both times he went up!"

"These Sha'e people are all show and no substance; they were barking so fiercely before, but now they've been beaten like dogs!"

"Hahahaha..."

Riding the momentum of Lu Yuan's victory, the surrounding crowd exhausted their ability to mock and curse, and hearing it made Takov's beard tremble and his face turn livid; he wished he could pull the trigger on the spot and start a massacre.

However, this was not the Concession, Ogliev had been defeated, and there were so many officers and experts around; no matter how arrogant he was, he dared not act recklessly, so he could only stare at Lu Yuan and grit his teeth:

"Fine, you are very fine..."

"If anything happens to General Ogliev, I will definitely make you pay with your life!"

Saying this, he gave an order, had his accompanying guards carry Ogliev, and then the group slunk off the stage and left through the passage they had come from.

The whole city cheered and rejoiced again, the applause shaking the heavens, and Liu Guobai, having vented his frustration, hurried to Lu Yuan's side, saying in a low voice, both happy and worried:

"Mr. Lu, won't that Ogliev die on the way?"

As a general, Ogliev was an important figure in the Sha'e Empire; if he were truly beaten to death by Lu Yuan, the resulting diplomatic disputes or conflicts might be hard to control and could trigger huge trouble.

The other party even used an honorific, but Lu Yuan, at the edge of the stage, smiled:

"Rest assured, I held back some power; with his physique, he will at most be bedridden for a few months, he definitely won't die."

Liu Guobai was immediately relieved: "That's good, that's good!"

Lu Yuan nodded, then saw his gaze shift to the personnel and experts from the Shenluo and Rizhao Consulates nearby, who were wearing wary, grave, and murderous expressions, and said with a faint smile:

"Next, which of your two sides will go first?"

(End of chapter)