one. The right arm of this hulking, vicious man's shoulder blade was brutally twisted and broken."Ah—"A heart-wrenching scream pierced the heavens, tearing at eardrums.First release on Traditional No...Chapter 462: Blood-Stained Style (Part 1) (1/2)
The Black Sword's back arched, forming a hump from the impact of a critical blow. Then, the Black Sword was sent flying through the air and crashed to the ground, completely still and lifeless.
After Ye Junlang's back took the full force of the raging lion's punch, he was sent stumbling backward several steps before managing to regain his balance. After all, it was a full-power strike from the Raging Lion, imbued with his formidable nine-tier Mingjin. The impact caused Ye Junlang's blood to surge violently within him, and his back burned fiercely with pain.
If anyone else were to be hit by this lion's punch, they would either be killed or seriously injured.
Ye Junlang had only been forced to retreat a few steps, the surging qi and blood within him already suppressed by him quickly. Then he slowly turned around, his indifferent gaze fixed on the Mad Lion, as if he were looking at a dying man.
The lion was stunned, his face full of astonishment and disbelief. He looked at Ye Junlang then at his own fist, starting to question his life.
He would show no mercy. The fist he had just unleashed was the Divine Walker Fist, powered by his own ninth-rank Ming Jin strength. He intended for this punch to be a killing blow. If Ye Junlang insisted on killing Hei Jian, then Ye Junlang would also be severely injured by this punch. Even with the gray-clothed elder watching from the side, Ye Junlang would undoubtedly die under these circumstances.
This could be considered one life for another.
Who would have thought, after Ye Junlang took this punch, he was actually like nothing had happened. The only thing that seemed different was his face, which was a little pale. His flesh and bones didn't appear to be seriously injured.
This really makes the lion unbelievable.
If it were someone else, this punch would have definitely broken a few bones. How is Ye Junlang unharmed
What is this physical strength
Even a ferocious lion would temper its physique, but he believed that if a punch like that landed on him, he would surely be injured, spitting blood and not as nonchalant as Ye Junlang.
In fact, seeing Ye Junlang's reaction after being punched by the mad lion, even the grey-robed elder who had been watching from afar and hadn't made a move for a long time, flashed a sharp gleam in his dim old eyes.
Such a powerful physique, even among those martial artists who specialize in physical cultivation throughout the entire ancient martial arts world, is outstanding.
These people were unaware that when Ye Junlang was young, from the moment he learned to walk, he had been beaten by Ye Laotou. Sometimes with fists and feet, sometimes with wooden sticks. As he grew slightly older, the wooden sticks were replaced with iron rods, striking and tempering every inch of Ye Junlang's body, particularly his joints and acupoints.
When Ye Junlang's nose was bruised and his face swollen, he picked him up and put him in a medicine vat filled with medicinal soup.
Such tempering continued until Ye Junlang came of age.
It can be said that this experience of being beaten was Ye Junlang's most unbearable memory. When he was a child, Ye Juntou would beat him up whenever they disagreed. This made Ye Junlang resent Ye Juntou from a young age. He always felt that Ye Juntou was not only slovenly and lazy but also cruel.
But after he came of age, he was sent to the military district by Old Ye. After participating in brutal special training in the military district, he gradually understood Old Ye's good intentions.
Since he was young, besides being beaten, he was also forced by Old Man Ye to go up the mountain to hunt. He faced wild wolves, black bears, and giant pythons, these ferocious beasts. At first, he was naturally chased by these beasts, but later on, he gradually learned to walk and fight with these beasts.
It was precisely because of such experiences from a young age that, after entering the military region, he excelled in special training. In terms of physical endurance and explosive speed, no one could compare to him. Especially in terms of physical strength, he was unparalleled throughout the entire army.
At that time, Ye Junlang finally understood that Old Master Ye had been training his body since he was a child. Not only that, but hunting all kinds of ferocious beasts in the deep mountains and forests also stimulated his physical potential to the extreme, making him incredibly strong in endurance, physical strength, speed, reflexes, and so on.
Even ancient martial artists are no different.
Ye Junlang spoke.
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He began to walk toward the lion.
With every step taken at a steady pace, Ye Junlang’s unparalleled aura would solidify a bit more. In the end, his entire presence resembled a bloodthirsty Satan ruling over heaven and hell, embodying death and carnage!
The lion had calmed its mind, his face was filled with shock, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to the grey-clothed elder, there was a hint of wanting to seek help.
However, the gray-robed old man Ge Tong seemed to ignore it completely and didn't appear to have any intention of making a move.
The enraged lion gritted its teeth. In the hidden, ancient family, there were many martial arts masters of the Wuzong realm, but not so many that they were indispensable. Under certain circumstances, they could be sacrificed.
Only martial artists of the Martial Venerable Realm and above are truly valued by these ancient hidden families.
Whether it was the gray-clothed elder or Situ Liuyun's reaction, they clearly didn't care about the mad lion's life or death.
The lion was unwilling to yield, but he could only fight to the death.
"Roar!"
The lion roared ferociously, charging forward and launching the first attack.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
The ferocious lion unleashed the divine skill of "Nine-Rank Godly Fist" to its fullest extent. The fist wind howled, the fist shadows were heavy, each punch imbued with the might of nine-rank Mingjing force, attacking Ye Junlang with a resolute and玉石俱焚 (a situation where both sides are destroyed) manner.
Ye Junlang took a step forward and then raised his fist.
It was merely a single punch, yet it was like a dragon entering the sea, surging and dominating all.
After Ye Junlang's punch, the heavy punches of the raging lion erupted like a series of dazzling bubbles, all disappearing.
The lion roared, gritting his teeth. He didn't back down but instead charged forward, unleashing another punch towards Ye Junlang's chest.
Ye Junlang's lips curled into a hint of sneer. Facing the lion's fist, he didn't dodge or block, but launched a punch of his own, aiming straight for the lion's chest.
The lion was surprised by Ye Junlang's tactic. He hadn't expected this, but it was the best way for him.
Because he saw that the old man in gray had no sign of making a move, he had already adopted an attitude of mutual destruction.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled thumps echoed through the air, deafening in their heaviness.
The lion's punch landed on Ye Junlang's body, but Ye Junlang remained completely motionless.
Ye Junlang's punch, imbued with the power of a critical strike, slammed into the lion's chest, causing a large portion of its chest to cave in.
Aren't you boasting about your physical strength
Then I'll defeat you in your own area of expertise!
This is Ye Junlang's idea.
The fierce lion retreated, and Ye Junlang had already been chasing him like a shadow, launching another punch toward the lion.
The lion's physique was indeed much stronger than the Black Sword's. After taking Ye Junlang's critical punch, it didn't die, but its body was seriously injured.
Ye Junlang charged over at this moment, unleashing another punch. Faced with this blow, the Mad Lion was unable to defend himself, so he roared in anger and punched Ye Junlang back.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled bangs echoed through the air again.
Ye Junlang's entire person was like a mountain, standing majestically and unmoving.
Ye Junlang's punch landed squarely on the fierce lion's same spot. As the explosive power in his fist fully erupted, a series of dense, crackling bone-breaking sounds could be heard coming from the mighty lion's body.
The lion's body flew through the air. The same part of his body was struck twice by Ye Junlang's powerful punches. His meridians, bones, and even his heart were shattered beyond repair. He was dead.
Ye Junlang took a deep breath, slowly turned around, his face as calm as a lake, his expression unruffled. His indifferent gaze swept over Situ Liuyun and Yang Rui, finally settling on the gray-robed old man, letting out a sneer and saying,
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