Chapter 261: Overwhelming Heroic Fist

Before Wang Yin's words faded, his semi-automatic unregistered curse had already activated, and streams of divine light and auspicious energy descended from the sky, surging toward his body.

But in the next moment, as the divine power network rippled, Wang Yin felt his connection to the network severed, and the semi-automatic talisman book he had been using also stopped working.

The eight layers of divine light originally behind his head flickered a few times like a faulty neon light, then slowly dissipated.

The giant dragon formed from fierce wind that had been crouching at his feet writhed and then reverted into gusts of wind scattering in all directions, stirring up a cloud of sand and stones across the sky and earth.

Losing the support of the wind dragon, Wang Yin, who had been floating in the sky, suddenly fell, plummeting toward the ground like a meteor.

Feeling the fierce wind rushing against his face and the ground growing larger in his sight, Wang Yin showed no trace of panic; he simply crossed his arms and let himself accelerate downward.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "Has the opposing true god temporarily sealed off the network here?"

But Wang Yin knew that such a seal couldn't last long; his own true god must already be working to restore the divine power network, and it wouldn't be long before his semi-automatic talisman book could resume functioning.

Moreover...

"Even without talismans and without divine power support, so what?"

Watching Zhang Yu rushing rapidly toward his falling direction, Wang Yin sneered, "Do you think you can fight me just because I have no talismans?"

With a thunderous roar, Zhang Yu leaped up, his Formless Cloud Qi bolstering, and accompanied by the mighty roar of dragons and elephants, he struck a palm toward Wang Yin.

The terrifying force seemed to drain the surrounding air in that moment, and violent winds blasted in all directions, sweeping up vast clouds of dust.

Facing Zhang Yu's attack, Wang Yin neither dodged nor evaded; he formed a fist seal in midair, bent his elbow slightly, and then threw a thunderous punch, meeting Zhang Yu's palm head-on.

Logically, Wang Yin was falling from the air with no foothold to leverage, while Zhang Yu had been charging forward, building momentum for a long time, clearly holding the advantage of terrain.

But as fist and palm collided, with a loud bang, waves of air exploded from the point of impact. Zhang Yu felt his bones cracking as if being repeatedly crushed by shockwaves.

He paused for a split second in midair, then crashed back to the ground with a boom, smashing a large crater.

However, Zhang Yu was not surprised; he hadn't expected to finish the opponent in one blow. This strike, taking advantage of Wang Yin's unstable footing, was merely to probe the other's strength.

The moment he landed, Zhang Yu had already assessed Wang Yin's stats: "His physical strength is above mine, but his mana output level is not much higher than mine."

At the same time, Wang Yin had also firmly landed on the ground. He crossed his arms and said calmly to Zhang Yu, "Your mana has increased quite a bit, but your physical strength hasn't risen much. It seems when you established your foundation, you used a heavenly spirit root like the Qi Sea, right?"

"And now, are you thinking that after I crippled my own cultivation, my remaining mana is not much higher than yours, only my physical strength is a bit stronger? That you can still fight me?"

Zhang Yu let out a cold snort and said, "You talk too much."

At the same time, the Qi Sea spirit root within Zhang Yu operated at full power, madly absorbing the spiritual energy within a hundred-meter radius to continuously replenish his consumed mana.

With another loud boom, his Formless Cloud Qi erupted again, and the crater beneath him sank further and shattered layer by layer under the impact of the qi.

White waves of qi transformed from Formless Cloud Qi surged out from Zhang Yu's body, shrouding the entire battlefield.

Letting the thick fog blow past his body, Wang Yin continued, "I gave you the chance to clash with me in this move just to see how much you're worth now, and whether you'll be better fresh or frozen later."

"As for the real fight..."

In the thick fog, Zhang Yu's figure suddenly emerged, and with a palm strike accompanied by the roar of dragons and elephants, he slammed it toward Wang Yin's back.

But facing Zhang Yu's attack, Wang Yin stood motionless, only blood shadows appearing around his body.

Each blood shadow had a twisted face, wailing and howling as they blocked Zhang Yu's palm.

As Zhang Yu's palm advanced each inch, more than ten blood shadows were shattered, and the exploding blood light turned into clusters of resistance, like thousands of layers of flesh and skin blocking his way.

The more Zhang Yu's palm advanced and compressed the blood light, the more terrifying resistance he felt.

Finally, after advancing five inches, the dense blood light completely exhausted the power of his palm strike.

Wang Yin's voice came from behind the blood light, "You don't even have the qualification to touch me."

Zhang Yu said nothing, only threw another palm with explosive wind force at Wang Yin, but it was also blocked by the blood light.

Wang Yin said softly, "This magic treasure of mine is called the Nether Blood Shadow Veil. It can refine living souls into blood shadows to protect my body."

"Each blood shadow can block a peak Qi Refining stage attack."

"And I purchased the living souls of tens of thousands of mortals on the first floor, refined them, and infused them into this Nether Blood Shadow Veil. How long do you think you need to break through it?"

"You motherf—" Hearing Wang Yin's words, Zhang Yu's gaze sharpened and he said, "This guy..."

"Is he advertising?"

In Zhang Yu's view, taking the time during a fight to introduce one's own magical artifact, and in such detail, was clearly an advertisement for that artifact.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "Is he trying to sell this 'Underworld Blood Shadow Veil' to the people on the first level?" But Wang Yin paid him no mind and continued speaking to the hidden camera on his body: "Tens of thousands of souls are worth a fortune on the second level; one would have to work for a long time to afford them."

"But buying tens of thousands of souls on the first level costs more than ten times less."

"Yet this is still not the cheapest price. Next time, I'll take everyone to see a place on the first level with even greater purchasing power, where souls are worth the least..."

Hearing these words from Wang Yin, Zhang Yu instantly understood.

"Wang Yin isn't filming an advertisement for a magical artifact—he's filming a video about purchasing power on the first level, showing how cheap the souls and human flesh here are compared to the upper levels..."

Thinking this, an indescribable anger welled up in Zhang Yu's heart. The white remnant ox in his mind roared again and again, and the Remnant Ox Heart-Sacrificing Technique operated more fiercely, causing his muscles and mana to tremble slightly, becoming increasingly active.

At the same time, Wang Yin said calmly on the other side: "Alright, this battle should end now."

The next moment, a terrifying aura surged from his body.

"No... it's not an aura." Sensing the subtle change in his opponent, Zhang Yu's expression shifted slightly: "Is this... fist intent?"

Zhang Yu, having studied the Heaven's Martial Heart Refining Technique, knew that fist intent, like sword intent or blade intent, was a type of martial will, usually cultivated through martial arts heart methods, and had various wondrous uses.

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For instance, the martial will cultivated by the Heaven's Martial Heart Refining Technique could put Zhang Yu into a state of total concentration, accelerating his reactions.

Under the influence of Wang Yin's fist intent, Zhang Yu felt the spiritual energy of the entire battlefield begin to grow chaotic.

Especially as Wang Yin slowly formed a fist seal, it seemed as if he was gathering all the spiritual energy within hundreds of meters into his palm.

Zhang Yu then felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly become several times thinner, making it difficult for his spiritual root in the qi sea to absorb it.

"Fist intent can achieve this?"

Zhang Yu had never seen such domineering fist intent, capable of directly interfering with the flow of spiritual energy.

What Zhang Yu didn't know was that the martial arts Wang Yin was now executing consisted of two techniques: a fist art called Overwhelming Fist, and a heart method called Imperial Heart.

These two martial arts were originally created by an ancient emperor, combining an imperial heart to command a domineering fist technique; together they could unleash supreme fist intent.

But in today's world, there were no more emperors, so where could one find an imperial heart? These two martial arts had gradually declined and fallen into obscurity.

It wasn't until several decades ago that a descendant of that emperor improved the techniques, using immense wealth to overthrow a city and dominate its people, ultimately forging a supreme fist intent.

What Wang Yin was now executing was one of those moves: Heaven-Swallowing Momentum.

Once this move was unleashed, it covered a battlefield hundreds of meters in radius with supreme fist intent, not only intimidating the opponent but also monopolizing up to 99% of the spiritual energy, preventing the opponent from recovering mana.

Although Wang Yin couldn't monopolize 99% of the spiritual energy within hundreds of meters, he still monopolized 70%, causing Zhang Yu to immediately feel the spiritual energy thin out and his mana recovery speed plummet.

After the Heaven-Swallowing Momentum move, Wang Yin, with his fist seal still formed, punched directly at Zhang Yu from a distance.

Overwhelming Fist—Spiritual Surge Momentum!

As Wang Yin's fist intent surged, the 70% of spiritual energy he had monopolized suddenly changed, concentrating rapidly toward the area covered by his fist momentum.

After the spiritual energy highly concentrated and expanded, a loud boom resounded.

Without any warning... Zhang Yu felt as if an air bomb had exploded right in front of him, his head ringing.

Seeing that Wang Yin's second fist was about to strike again, Zhang Yu forcibly gathered his strength, twisted his body, and with the Formless Cloud Shield surging around him, leaped several meters away.

Bang!

The spot where he had just stood exploded again, blasting a large crater into the ground.

Then explosions rang out one after another in quick succession.

Each punch Wang Yin threw was like cannon fire, and wherever his fist intent locked onto, waves of air burst forth.

As his relentless fist barrage continued, it was as if some giant beast was rolling back and forth in the thick fog, scattering most of the white Formless Cloud Shield in an instant.

On one hand, Wang Yin's Spiritual Surge Momentum was extremely powerful and domineering, shattering the Formless Cloud Shield in the air.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu chose not to maintain a large range of shield qi but instead gathered it to block Wang Yin's fist momentum.

Bang!

Feeling the explosion heading straight for him, Zhang Yu braced both arms, the Formless Cloud Shield surging, and various protective techniques operating within his body. His form trembled, and he took this punch head-on in the explosion.

"I told you." Wang Yin punched out again and again, each time a spiritual detonation sending Zhang Yu flying away repeatedly.

"You don't even have the qualifications to get close to me."