Chapter 462: This Punch, It Has Power

Boom!

As Yu Liancheng threw a punch.

The entire Wudi City trembled, as if by an earthquake.

Crack! Crack!!

Under this punch, the wall erupted with a continuous, unending sound. In a flash, with Yu Liancheng's fist as the center, hundreds and thousands of cracks spread across the wall from bottom to top.

Boom! Boom! Amidst a series of earth-shattering roars, the tall and towering city wall suddenly collapsed. Large chunks of boulders poured down like a torrent, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the sky.

Cries of alarm and weeping erupted all around. Those closer to the wall fled in a panic, in a sorry state.

No one could have imagined that just by coming to watch the excitement, they would encounter such an explosive scene.

A moment of carelessness could lead to being buried under the city wall. Fortunately, most people had self-awareness and stayed far from the wall, and all possessed light-body skills, so there were not many casualties.

"Truly, the waves of the Changjiang push the ones ahead; look at this young man, his first move is such a grand gesture. I cannot compare, I cannot compare."

Cao Guanzi gave a bitter smile, released his Qi, and flew into the sky while carrying the Western Chu princess.

The six pavilion servants of Wudi City were the same. They were all martial arts experts who had been defeated by Wang Xianzhi; placed in the Edo, they were top-tier figures, yet at this moment, they felt lingering fear.

As for Wang Xianzhi, he stepped on the void, standing motionless, his whole person standing tall like a pillar of heaven.

Even though Yu Liancheng's punch had brought down the city wall, his expression remained without a ripple.

"A good punch!"

After a long while, Wang Xianzhi slowly offered praise, his gaze still looking down at Yu Liancheng.

"You really do like standing high up to look at people. Things shouldn't happen more than three times; I told you to come down."

Yu Liancheng's expression was solemn, one palm held upright before his chest, his Qi churning behind him, a supreme and vast Qi diffusing between heaven and earth.

"You truly refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! My Buddha is merciful!"

At this moment, everyone seemed to see a golden Great Buddha sitting atop a lotus throne once again.

This Buddha was hundreds, perhaps thousands of feet tall. Its expression was solemn and grave, a world of difference from the one that had defeated Gong Banque earlier.

The Great Buddha's expression was ethereal, smiling yet not smiling, while a pair of Buddha eyes seemed to contain the deepest compassion, looking down upon all living beings, which of course included Wang Xianzhi.

At this moment, Wang Xianzhi realized the feeling of being looked down upon from above, like an ant.

The giant Buddha slowly raised its arm, its massive palm covering the sky and earth, accompanied by constant Sanskrit chants, as it struck down toward Wang Xianzhi. The palm force was as vast as a pouring heavenly river, sweeping across all directions.

"Well come."

Wang Xianzhi gave a light shout, the tip of his foot tapping in the void as if stepping on an invisible staircase, and bursts of force exploded.

His body shot up like an arrow piercing the sky, his face filled with intense fighting spirit, the Qi within his body erupting instantly, stirring the wind and changing the clouds.

He swung his arm and threw a punch.

He met the giant Buddha palm with a punch.

Boom!!

Heaven and earth trembled; the fist and palm collided, both carrying power that transcended the mundane.

For a moment, it was like two meteorites crashing together. The surrounding space suddenly shook, hurricanes howled, shockwaves were set off in mid-air, and the clouds across the sky dissipated into nothingness.

In this collision without any frills, the golden light of the Great Buddha grew dim and ripples appeared, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Yet, the Great Buddha's palm, which covered the sky, continued to push downward unswervingly.

Even though Wang Xianzhi erupted with his Qi, he could not stop it by even half a point.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of the heroes of the Central Plains, Wang Laoguai, who had sat firmly as the World's Second for sixty years, was pressed heavily into the ground.

Boom!!

The moment the giant palm pressed down, the entire ground trembled, large swathes of soil rolled like terrifying waves, and building after building hummed and vibrated before collapsing with a roar. Even those who had fled far from the battlefield felt like a small boat on a raging ocean, in danger of capsizing at any moment, their hearts filled with terror.

"See, the higher you stand, the harder you fall." Yu Liancheng shrugged.

The Great Buddha dissipated and vanished, but everyone felt as if they were in a dream, unable to believe their own eyes.

Wang Xianzhi, whose fame had lasted for generations and who had been invincible for sixty years, had actually been repelled in a head-on confrontation, and in such a way—pressed heavily into the ground, beaten until he was covered in dust and in a sorry state. The shock this scene brought to people would likely be unforgettable for a lifetime.

In the eyes of the vast majority, even though Murong Tonghuang's recent limelight had attracted worldwide attention, compared to Wang Xianzhi, it was still like a small witch meeting a great witch. Wudi City had people coming and going and countless experts, yet who could have forced him back even half a step?

If not for this, how could the gambling house's odds be a terrifying one to ten.

Before the crowd could think much, a long whistle sounded, tearing through the quiet clamor before them. The collapsed ruins exploded, and a figure darted out.

Airwaves slapped the sky, and the person shot out like lightning, suddenly bringing with them an airwave like an angry dragon. In the blink of an eye, they crossed a distance of several zhang, countless bricks and rubble carried within it, attacking Yu Liancheng.

"You threw a palm, I return a punch."

That massive, burly figure appeared instantly before Yu Liancheng, blocking out all the light of heaven.

He pushed out a punch.

He struck directly at Yu Liancheng.

There were no fancy changes.

The space trembled violently, like glass unable to bear the weight, as if it might shatter at any moment.

This was Wang Xianzhi's fist.

A fist that dominated the world, incomparably fierce.

Hum!!

Yu Liancheng's expression did not change in the slightest, his body standing motionless, yet an invisible Qi shield expanded around him.

When Wang Xianzhi's fist slammed into the Qi shield, this invisible shield, which had once withstood the thousand Sword Qi of the Eating Sword Ancestor, suddenly trembled violently, cracks blooming across it, swaying and on the verge of collapse.

Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly; this old fellow who had agreed to return only one punch was not following the rules, and he threw a second punch.

Boom!

Crash!!

The invisible Qi shield shattered with a roar, but the force of the punch was also significantly weakened.

Yu Liancheng spread his five fingers, like a canopy of heaven, and caught this violent and overbearing punch.

A fierce look appeared in Wang Xianzhi's eyes; he shook his arm, sending out a majestic, overwhelming force. If it were an ordinary person, they would likely have exploded instantly at this moment, turning into a mist of blood.

Yet Yu Liancheng stepped back lightly, and when his toes touched the ground again, the ground shattered instantly, easily dissipating this force.

The relentless Wang Xianzhi, from a distance of ten zhang, threw another punch at Yu Liancheng from afar.

Bang!!

Amidst a roar like a heavy cannon firing, a ring-shaped shockwave exploded under Wang Xianzhi's feet, dust billowed and spread in all directions.

A fist aura like a white rainbow flew across the ten-zhang distance amidst the intense roar, striking straight at Yu Liancheng and kicking up a sky full of sand and dust.

Bang, bang, bang!!

Wang Xianzhi did not stop.

His fists swung continuously.

In an instant, he unleashed hundreds of fist auras, surging toward Yu Liancheng like a torrential downpour.

Under such a storm-like offensive, apart from those few people in the world, any other First-Rank Expert would be dead or severely injured.

But Wang Xianzhi knew that for Murong Tonghuang, this was merely a slightly larger raindrop.

The next moment, pulled by the majestic energy, a mud sword shaped like a stone stele broke through the ground. Wang Xianzhi held the Mud Stele Great Sword and stepped toward Yu Liancheng step by step.

Bang, bang, bang... With every step taken, the ground trembled, exploding into a crater. Wang Laoguai's white hair danced wildly in the wind, emitting a terrifyingly powerful energy as he swung the Mud Stele Great Sword.

Among the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Jia, Wang Xianzhi never occupied any of the Jia.

Apart from teaching disciples, he had almost never used a weapon.

But this did not mean that Wang Laoer, who "forged the world's martial arts into my furnace," was not a Grandmaster of Sword Dao.

The truth was the exact opposite; no matter what weapon Wang Xianzhi used, he was a well-deserved master, it was just that no one had ever forced him to use a weapon.

The giant sword made of mud was swung, and the technique, just like Wang Xianzhi's fists, was simple and unadorned, returning to the basics, even reaching the realm of turning decay into magic.

With one sword swing, the sword momentum merged with Wang Xianzhi's overbearing energy; the sword moved and the wind and clouds stirred, tearing the air, inducing thunder and lightning, and emitting a sharp, ear-piercing whistle, the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Looking at the hundreds of fist auras and Wang Xianzhi, who was swinging his sword, Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged; instead, he took a step forward.

Bang!!

One step landed heavily on the ground.

This step looked simple, but it carried the force of ten million jun. The ground trembled again, and amidst the thunderous roar, gravel from the ground leaped into mid-air.

As Yu Liancheng rolled and flicked his sleeves.

The sky full of gravel was condensed into a stone dragon, roaring and baring its fangs and claws, lifelike, meeting the sky full of fist auras.

The fist auras collided with the stone dragon, like countless thunderbolts exploding in an instant.

One by one, the fist auras dissipated, and the stone dragon also became damaged and broken, finally letting out a whimper before falling to the ground and shattering into a pile of stones, losing all spirituality.

At the same time, Wang Xianzhi, holding the Mud Stele Great Sword, had already swung it heavily toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng's figure did not move; he pointed a finger, and the invisible energy turned into substance, condensing at his fingertip, suddenly transforming into a sharp, peerless Sword Qi.

One finger pierced the air.

It sucked the air within a ten-zhang radius dry, causing the air to collapse heavily.

Even with Wang Xianzhi's cultivation, upon stepping into this ten-zhang range, he felt a slight tightness in his chest, and the surrounding air squeezed toward him like a tide, causing this World's Second to show a rare moment of hesitation, but the Mud Stele Great Sword remained firm and unwavering.

When the finger-sword and the mud sword collided, there was no collision of force; the two powerful forces canceled each other out, appearing extremely silent, as eerie as a mime.

But the ground beneath the two men roared, and the sound of cracking echoed continuously; gravel and mud flew, shooting out in all directions.

The mud and gravel carried two completely different Sword Qis, and immediately, screams rang out; these were some martial artists who were standing closer and could not dodge in time. Once hit by the gravel and mud, it was as if they had been hit by a cannonball, and all suffered broken bones and tendons, a sight too horrible to look at.

Wang Xianzhi spun his body, and as he spun, the giant sword in his palm flashed out again like lightning, sweeping toward Yu Liancheng like thunder and wild electricity.

Yu Liancheng took another step forward, his five fingers grasping the long sky, shredding layers of Sword Qi.

The two began to fight again, their speed getting faster and faster, with thunderous collision sounds exploding from time to time.

The battlefield was also changing rapidly, moving generally toward the East Sea.

These two were both peerless experts capable of killing Land Immortals. Even though there were many martial arts powerhouses among the martial artists present, apart from a few people like Cao Guanzi, the other experts were like fireflies compared to the bright moon, too weak, and could not even see how the two were fighting.

"Uncle Qizhao, who do you think is more powerful?"

The Western Chu princess watching the battle from the side tugged at Cao Guanzi's clothes.

Cao Guanzi came back to his senses and smiled: "Wang Xianzhi is a brute who can contend with Lv Zu. In the path of Martial Dao, both Deng Taie and I are far behind. He is called the World's Second, but he is actually the first. But this Murong Tonghuang seems to be a visitor from beyond the heavens; his physique, techniques, energy, and even combat experience are beyond imagination, and he is unconventional. This victory or defeat is hard to say..."

Although he said this, Cao Guanzi always had a premonition, a premonition that made him find it hard to believe.

Among the crowd watching the battle, there were people in black and white walking together.

Both the woman in black and the woman in white were stunning beauties, and their temperaments were somewhat similar, but no one would confuse them.

The woman in black carried a feeling that was almost demonic, her pretty face seemingly always shrouded in a layer of ice, making people unable to get close. While the one in white was pure and flawless, with a smile on her lips, like a Heavenly Maiden.

Of course, if someone had excellent eyesight and observed carefully, they might find that the woman in white was extremely similar to the current Murong Tonghuang, as if they were cast from the same mold.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched the battle moving toward the East Sea, a fervent look faintly revealing itself in her beautiful eyes. If she had such cultivation, let alone a mere Huishan, even being the Martial Arts Alliance Leader would be within her grasp.

However, the two were fighting too fast; even though Xuanyuan Qingfeng's strength was no longer what it used to be, it was not an easy task to capture their movements.

Blinking her dry eyes, Xuanyuan Qingfeng turned to look at her good friend, who was concentrating on the special preserved fruit bought from Wudi City: "Wuzhu, aren't you worried about him?"

"Worried about what?" Murong Wuzhu looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng with a strange expression.

"Worried that Mountain Master Murong will lose? The opponent is Wang Xianzhi, Wang Laoguai. Since he defeated the Old Sword God, he has been invincible in the world, without a single defeat."

"Mountain Master Murong? Oh, you mean Tonghuang." Murong Wuzhu realized belatedly, sticking out her pink tongue to lick the fruit crumbs on her fingers: "He won't lose, I believe in him."

Her tone was very calm, as if she believed that the sun would rise from the east tomorrow.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "You really trust him a lot."

Murong Wuzhu picked up another piece of preserved fruit and stuffed it into her cherry mouth, saying vaguely: "From childhood to now, he has never lost a fight. Besides, if he loses, he loses; he can just fight again."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's gaze sank: "What you said is indeed correct, he can just fight again."

……

Boom—!!

Two figures smashed into the sea.

In an instant, the entire East Sea erupted as if dozens or hundreds of bombs had been dropped into it, whipping up a tsunami dozens of zhang high that surged and billowed in every direction.

In his exchange with Yu Liancheng, Wang Xianzhi not only swung his giant sword but also coordinated it with his fists. Every attack was peerlessly powerful, enough to divide the sea and sever mountains.

Wang Xianzhi was confident that even Li Chungang, having re-emerged into the pugilistic world, would only face defeat under his storm-like onslaught.

Yet the person before him was like a dam reaching to the heavens. No matter how the waves surged, they could not collapse the dam; instead, some of the waves were reflected back, giving him a sense of being overwhelmed.

Bang!!

On the surface of the sea, Yu Liancheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the giant mud-stele sword, which was changing infinitely.

Wang Xianzhi exerted force, only to find he could not shake it. He was not surprised, however; in their previous exchanges, he had already realized that the strength of his opponent's physique was by no means inferior to his own.

"Wang Xianzhi, you will lose. Are you afraid?" Yu Liancheng looked at Wang Xianzhi opposite him with a gaze that seemed capable of seeing through everything.

"No, this old man is very excited." Wang Xianzhi's eyes flashed with immense fighting spirit, and his aura grew increasingly vigorous.

"Heh, then I shall make you even more excited."

Yu Liancheng sneered, and with a light exertion of his left hand gripping the stone-stele greatsword, a force of "Broken" was instantly transmitted.

This greatsword, which Wang Xianzhi had solidified with his aura to be harder than refined Iron, shattered into pieces in an instant.

The next moment, Yu Liancheng's figure flickered, appearing suddenly before Wang Xianzhi, and he smashed a fist heavily into the latter's chest.

Wang Xianzhi was naturally unable to resist this heaven-toppling force and was struck heavily into the East Sea. The entire sea surface instantly surged with a wall of water dozens to hundreds of zhang high.

As he was completely submerged into the water, Wang Xianzhi's lips moved, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of the churning sea; yet, one could vaguely discern the words, "This punch, it's got kick."