Chapter 370: Fist Overwhelms the World, The Great Battle Ends

On this day, the Great Shanghai international settlement trembled.

Foreigners, compradors, noblewomen... regardless of their status, they all fled outward like headless flies, their faces filled with terror. Before that monstrous, overwhelming power, everyone felt panic and horror.

Yet, two figures moved against the surging tide of people, heading toward the source of the turmoil.

Baozugong's plump figure was light and agile, like a feather.

She climbed a high tower to overlook the settlement, but seeing the entire settlement collapsing, she could not help but turn pale with fright: "What is happening? Who exactly is fighting with Sect Leader Yu? In a densely populated city, such peerless experts battling, harming the innocent, is no less than a natural disaster."

Baozugong gave a bitter smile: "I fear this is the result of Sect Leader Yu intentionally guiding it; otherwise, if the two of them exerted their full strength without restraint, the entire Great Shanghai would tremble under their supreme martial power, on the verge of shattering."

Baozupo lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring: "Husband, well, are we still going? With our martial arts, if we rashly break into the combat zone, I fear we won't get any benefits. And I am a bit worried about that kid A Xing; I let him escort Huoyun Xieshen alone, what if an accident happens..."

"We will just watch from afar; unless absolutely necessary, we must not intervene." Baozugong pondered for a moment and said: "As for A Xing, Huoyun Xieshen has already been subdued and is severely injured. A Xing is destined to shoulder heavy responsibilities in the future and become a pillar of the Qinglong Society; if he cannot even complete this task, he is merely an ordinary person with wasted peerless cultivation."

"Fine, husband, I'll listen to you."

The two figures unfolded their forms again, sweeping across the land like two wild dragons, destroying everything in their path with irresistible force; the continuous ruins and broken walls seemed to extend to the end of the world, and the number of people affected and killed was countless, a sight too horrible to look at.

For such top-tier experts, the essence of their lives had already been sublimated, far exceeding that of mortals. A casual movement could turn the world upside down and cause countless living beings to suffer.

The couple, Baozugong and Baozupo, exerted their light-body techniques to the limit and soon reached the outskirts of the battlefield. Looking out, it was still a scene of broken walls and ruins; the void fluctuated incessantly, and the sounds of collision and impact were continuous.

"They are right here."

Although Baozupo and Baozugong had sensed the presence of the two combatants, their naked eyes could no longer capture their figures; they only heard hundreds of explosions erupting in an instant, and waves of invisible ripples spreading out. Under the sweep of these ripples, the earth collapsed layer by layer, and buildings were constantly destroyed.

"Such strong Qi and Blood, I wonder who caused it." Baozugong looked up at the sky.

A surge of Qi and Blood rose to the sky, dyeing half the firmament red. Under the impact of this incredibly powerful Qi and Blood, the temperature within a radius of a thousand meters suddenly soared, like a furnace; clusters of lush grass and dense trees withered and shriveled rapidly, as if all their moisture had been drained.

One could imagine that the strength of this person's physique was unprecedented and unparalleled throughout the ages.

And the other person who could contend with him must have reached a certain realm in terms of physical body as well. Otherwise, if it were a martial artist like him, he would likely be blown apart by a single punch.

Boom—!!

The fluctuations in the sky suddenly disappeared, and violent tremors came from underground.

The earth began to shake, as if two behemoths were fighting each other beneath the ground; the surging, violent force penetrated the ground, causing soil waves dozens of meters high to be constantly lifted and blown away, and building after building sank into the ground.

"Retreat!!"

Baozugong's expression changed; the two had already moved from the sky to the underground.

But even underground, they were moving rapidly and erupting with endless, terrifying power.

The powerful fluctuations from the ground spread out; even with the cultivation of Baozugong and Baozupo, their Qi and Blood churned, and they hurriedly retreated.

Boom!!

A few minutes later, the ground had already collapsed into a crater. Suddenly it exploded, and two figures shot out, still clashing and colliding in mid-air; every ripple raised by their clashes seemed even more powerful than before, destroying everything in sight. However, the speed of the two had slowed down, and they could be barely captured by the couple.

One of these figures was naturally Yu Liancheng, and that monstrous Qi and Blood was also emanating from him.

He was seen covered in brilliant Jinguang, like a God descending to earth, though it was much dimmer than at the beginning.

But his fighting spirit remained high, and the phantom of a divine dragon soaring and a War God in armor appeared behind him. His clothes were tattered, but every inch of his skin was perfect and flawless, ready to erupt with earth-shattering power at any moment.

Yu Liancheng's punches were like light and electricity, capable of unleashing hundreds of attacks in an instant. Under the force of his palms and fists, space vibrated and trembled incessantly, like a mirror that could be shattered at any moment.

And although the Rakshasa Sect Leader had activated the Black Level Pagoda, he was gradually falling into a disadvantage under the bombardment of Yu Liancheng's fist power.

Under that violent, empty silence, his muscles were constantly tearing, and his bones were shattering inch by inch. But immediately, surges of vigorous and majestic vitality were infused, healing and recovering at a staggering speed.

This kind of terrifying recovery power could only be matched by Tiancan, who possessed the power of the "Millennium Ginseng King," among the experts Yu Liancheng had encountered.

But this recovery power was slowing down; although the Black Level Pagoda could allow the Rakshasa Sect Leader's entire body to become a vessel, constantly absorbing energy from heaven and earth, it was nearly infinite.

But it was only nearly.

It seemed infinite, but it also had a limit. And the Rakshasa Sect Leader not only had to exert his full strength in every strike but also had to constantly heal his injuries; with such consumption, the recovery naturally could not keep up with the depletion.

Yu Liancheng's "God of War Record" was inherently superior to the Seventh Level Pagoda in its absorption and application of heaven and earth energy, and coupled with the strength of his own cultivation, he firmly suppressed his opponent.

Boom—!!

A thunderous shock echoed in mid-air, and the two figures separated upon contact; the Rakshasa Sect Leader flew horizontally like a cannonball, crashing into a collapsed high-rise building and tearing it to pieces.

His chest was stained with blood and heaving violently, and his resolute face carried a trace of fatigue.

The Rakshasa Sect Leader's flaming eyes became listless; he looked at Yu Liancheng, who was stepping on the void and looking down like a God, his expression tightening. Although there was a gap between him and his opponent, it was not insurmountable.

"I cannot lose! I absolutely cannot lose!!"

With a roar, the Rakshasa Sect Leader pushed the "Yijin Jing" to the limit; rather than being defeated by the opponent step by step, it was better to fight for a bloody path at all costs.

In an instant, the Rakshasa Sect Leader's muscles bulged, his tendons stood out, and his body expanded and rose again, reaching a height of nearly five or six meters, with black patterns appearing on his skin. A pair of pupils that had already dimmed heated up and burned again, turning into two volcanoes erupting with magma.

At this moment, the Rakshasa Sect Leader was like a giant cast from black Iron, exuding a barbaric aura, with the power to split mountains and crack cities in every movement.

But this desperate activation of the Yijin Jing meant that even if he could defeat the opponent, this body would likely be damaged and never return to its peak state, but now he had no other choice.

Bang!!

The hard ground under the Rakshasa Sect Leader's feet exploded, and he pounced toward Yu Liancheng, fast as lightning.

At the moment he pounced, he pushed his palms forward, and flames ignited on them with a "poof"; the flames flowed and instantly surrounded his whole body, making him look like he was wearing a layer of flowing magma flame scales, like a War God born from flames, challenging the eternal firmament.

It was also like a burning meteorite, rushing upward against the sky, breaking the sound barrier, steaming the clouds, ready to punch a hole even in the sky.

Seventh Form of the Fire Cloud Palm, Heaven Fire Burns the City!

"Since you are already risking your life, I must also bring out my trump card."

Yu Liancheng's expression became solemn; his five fingers rotated, turning his fist into a palm, and he "slowly" raised his fist.

Suddenly, a supreme aura emerged, covering the entire thousand-meter radius. This aura was so majestic, vast, and boundless, filling every direction.

A phantom a hundred feet tall appeared, wearing a crown, its aura in harmony with heaven and earth, and in the blink of an eye, it turned this area into his domain.

And in this domain, he was the supreme existence, the master of the domain; a single word could make the world mourn and flow with blood.

Even the couple Baozugong and Baozupo, who were watching from afar, felt an indescribable pressure, as if they had returned to ancient times; they had become subjects and commoners, while the figure in the void was an emperor of a generation, creating a terrifying feeling that life, death, honor, and disgrace were all in the other's hands.

The next moment, Yu Liancheng swung his fist, carrying vast and peerless power, to meet the Rakshasa Sect Leader.

The phantom in mid-air swung its fist at the same time.

One punch suppresses the world.

One punch settles the universe.

As the rebel being suppressed, he naturally would not receive favorable treatment. Even though the Rakshasa Cult Leader had formed his own small world, he still felt a sense of being rejected by heaven and earth; the speed at which he absorbed the power of heaven and earth slowed, making it difficult to sustain his current expenditure.

The Rakshasa Cult Leader, incarnated as a War God of fire, roared again, as if trying to squeeze out the last bit of potential from his body; his momentum became increasingly vigorous, like oil poured into fire.

Although his potential would be exhausted after the battle, his combat power at this moment had increased once again.

The blow to decide victory or defeat, life or death, had arrived.

Boom!

Rumble!

Fist and palm collided.

It was like a great collision of heaven and earth.

Celestial music sounded; this was a sound of collision that no vocabulary in the human world could describe, sounding like heavenly music from above the nine heavens, yet also like the roar of hellish demons, resounding throughout all of Great Shanghai.

With the two of them as the center, a mushroom cloud rose in a radius of over a thousand meters, erupting with brilliant, scorching light, and immediately after, everything in heaven and earth seemed to dim, as if its original color had been wiped away out of thin air. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of catties of soil rose up, charging into the high heavens.

When this blow erupted, all of Great Shanghai suddenly trembled, and everyone felt as if they were facing the end of the world, filled with panic and unease.

The nearest Baozugong and Baozupo hurriedly closed their eyes and covered their ears. But fresh blood still flowed from their eyes and ears.

It is unknown how much time passed, but the couple Baozugong and Baozupo were finally able to see, and they immediately looked toward the direction where the two had previously fought.

Yu Liancheng stood in the void, his complexion slightly dim, his figure swaying slightly, like a great mountain that could collapse at any moment, yet he remained standing between heaven and earth, towering and insurmountable.

And the Rakshasa Cult Leader was just one zhang behind Yu Liancheng, with his back to him; he had returned to his normal posture, but still possessed a perfect physique, radiating vigorous fighting intent, his muscle lines smooth, appearing like a stone statue of a War God.

Below the two, a huge deep pit had appeared, and the millions of catties of mud, sand, and stone that were originally there had been wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand.

"They... who won..." Baozupo's heart rose instantly; originally she had vaguely seen that Yu Liancheng held the upper hand, but the strongest blow erupted by the Rakshasa Cult Leader made her unable to be certain.

Baozugong shook his head, his expression solemn, his eyes ignoring the dryness and stinging pain, staring fixedly at the two, as if wanting to see some clue.

After a long while, the Rakshasa Cult Leader spoke slowly, his voice low and sluggish, as if every word had to condense all his strength: "Does this punch have a name?"

Yu Liancheng's voice was low and powerful, saying word by word: "Punch, Tilts, the, World."

"A good name, a good name." The Rakshasa Cult Leader's voice gradually became inaudible, and he fell from the sky; before he even hit the ground, he had already turned into ashes and vanished.

"It is indeed a good name." Yu Liancheng looked at his own fist: "To die under this imperial punch, it can be considered worthy of you, a hegemon of your generation."

In the world of "Number One in the World", Yu Liancheng had once been the Emperor, wanting to create his own imperial ultimate art, but unfortunately, limited by his cultivation and experience, he had not succeeded.

And in the "Twin Dragons" world, he unified the Central Plains, his civil and military achievements could be called those of an eternal monarch, and coupled with the improvement of his martial arts cultivation, after his duel with Xiang Yutian, he finally created this move, "Punch Tilts the World".

The Emperor throws a punch, the myriad people are of one heart, supreme and peerless, settling the mountains and rivers, pacifying the universe.

With the death of the Rakshasa Cult Leader, this long battle finally came to an end.

After this battle, the high-level officials of the Shanghai government were wiped out, and coupled with the absolute strength displayed by the Qinglong Society, it took advantage of the situation to take over this great eastern metropolis, and opened it to experts from all over the country, attracting all kinds of martial artists, gradually becoming a city where martial artists gathered.

Under the publicity and guidance of the Qinglong Society, the deeds of the battle between Yu Liancheng and the new and old generations of Evil Gods shocked the world. The ruins of the original municipal government office area actually became a Wulin Holy Land, so much so that hundreds of years later, there were still countless martial artists coming to make a pilgrimage one after another.

Coincidentally, the battle between the Qinglong Society leader and a mysterious person at the White House in the United States also created another holy land. It is a pity that it is strictly guarded by the United States Government, and those without a certain status cannot visit it at all.

But these are stories for later, and will not be mentioned for now.

And with the death of the Rakshasa Cult Leader, the Rakshasa Cult was left without a leader, and this underworld organization that dominated the East gradually fell apart, with a portion of it being accepted by the Qinglong Society, further strengthening this organization.

But the impact of this battle went far beyond this.

The world once again saw the strength displayed by a peerless expert, and began to attach more importance to martial arts; there was also a blind man far away in Dongying who learned of this news and was ecstatic; he had finally found his opponent...