Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior
Chapter 365 - 218: Five Monsters Break the Limit, Six-Inch Cyan Flame! (Part 3)
Crack!
Like a silver bottle suddenly shattering, in Wang Xuantian’s perception, the Fist Momentum he had consolidated for the first time showed cracks when struck by someone. There was no trickery involved, just an overwhelming Divine Power, a power that seemed beyond human capability!
"Crack Crack!"
As the first crack appeared in the invisible Fist Momentum, Su Mu’s Protective Gang Force also showed cracks. Wang Xuantian’s heart was stirred, and his invincible aura suddenly had a flaw; Martial Momentum is the embodiment of a Martial Artist’s Martial Dao Will.
Consequently, the Fist Momentum before Wang Xuantian’s fist shattered inch by inch like the ripples in his heart, collapsing before Su Mu’s Protective Gang Force shattered.
Like fire engulfing in aggression, six-inch Cyan Flame surged through the cracks, transforming into a flaming beast set to devour everything.
Splatter!
The Cyan Flame roared in fury, as Su Mu’s fist surged with intense flame, a point of Cyan Flame quickly transformed into a raging sea of fire, devouring Wang Xuantian entirely, causing the ground beneath him to crack.
Wooah!
Wang Xuantian suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, black mist swirling around, and his towering, domineering figure was launched backward like a cannonball.
Splatter!
Wang Xuantian’s body, enveloped by the Cyan Flame, slammed into the soldiers of the Black Mountain Rebel Army like a meteor, and even before his body truly hit them, several soldiers had no time to scream as they were shattered by the terrifying Gang Force, instantly torn apart, flesh and blood flying.
Then the Cyan Flame swept by, and the Black Mountain Rebel Army soldiers nearby, who thought they had escaped, suddenly screamed in horror as the Cyan Flame ignited them in succession, sticking to their flesh and burning fiercely.
Wang Xuantian’s body blasted through a swath of Black Mountain Rebel Army soldiers, leaving a field of corpses and a terrifying trench as it smashed heavily into the sturdy walls of Changfeng City.
Boom!
The city wall shook as blue stone bricks and earth flew, dust filled the sky, and the Rebel Army on the wall was shocked; they would have thought it was a meteor crashing into the wall if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes.
Even the Cyan Cloud side had lost hope in Su Mu in the previous moment.
Yet suddenly, the next moment brought an earth-shattering reversal; compared to the shock of Zhou Qing’s death and the current scene, it seemed trivial.
This sudden occurrence made the battlefield display a bizarre scene, where tens of thousands of soldiers and even masters from both sides froze on the spot.
"How could this... be possible?"
The Blind Swordsman, the burly man, and the Four Celestial Generals all stared wide-eyed, mouths agape in shock, unconsciously wondering if everything before them was an illusion, and they were dreaming.
"Wang Xuantian, who had mastered Fist Momentum... crushed by Li Feiyu’s punch?"
The Lin Family siblings and Shangguan Ke were as shocked as the Black Mountain Army side, perhaps even more so, for they had personally experienced the battle against Wang Xuantian, knowing well his unparalleled tyranny.
Even when the three of them burned Qi Blood, they could not match Wang Xuantian, even Shangguan Ke was prepared to die in battle, thinking that the Shangguan Family and Judge would avenge her later.
No one imagined, or dared to imagine, that Su Mu, merely a Half-Step Sixth Grade, would crush this fierce figure, causing his bones to break and his body to be launched backward.
Everyone present was stunned, silent as death, with only Su Mu furrowing his brows, his expression growing more and more grave.
Looking down, the inch-thick Protective Gang Force before him dented, leaving a clear fist print, which cracked inch by inch from the center, nearly shattered.
Su Mu showed no joy on his face, as yellowish Qi waves churned violently underfoot, extracting his feet from the rocky ground, grasping in the void, holding a blood-scented Red Thread in hand.
"Still not enough... truly not easy to kill."
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