Chapter 253: World-shaking Mighty Fist

Before Wang Yin could finish speaking, his semi-automatic spellcasting without talismans had already activated. Streaks of divine light and auspicious energy descended from the sky, surging towards his body.

But the very next moment, the divine power network fluctuated violently. Wang Yin felt his connection to the network severed, and the semi-automatic talismans he was using ceased to function.

The eight-layered divine light behind his head, like a flickering neon sign with a loose connection, slowly faded away after several blinks.

The colossal dragon, originally formed from fierce winds and prostrate at his feet, after a series of contortions, transformed back into gusts of wind that dispersed in all directions, stirring up dust and stones across the land.

Deprived of the gale-dragon's support, Wang Yin, who had been suspended in the sky, suddenly plummeted, falling towards the earth like a meteor.

Feeling the rushing wind against his face, and seeing the ground rapidly approaching, Wang Yin showed no trace of panic. He simply crossed his arms, letting himself accelerate downwards.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "Have the righteous gods on the other side temporarily sealed off this network?"

But Wang Yin knew such a封禁 (seal/blockade) couldn't last long. His side's righteous gods must already be working to restore the divine power network, and it wouldn't be long before his semi-automatic talismans would function again.

And besides...

"So what if I don't use talismans and have no divine power support?"

Looking at Zhang Yu, who was rapidly rushing towards his falling trajectory, Wang Yin sneered, "Do you think you can fight me just because I don't have talismans?"

With a loud boom, Zhang Yu leaped up, his entire body enveloped in a surging formless cloud-gang energy. Accompanied by the roars of dragons and elephants, he slammed a palm strike towards Wang Yin.

The terrifying force seemed to drain all the air from the surroundings at that moment. Violent gusts of wind swept out in all directions, kicking up large clouds of dust.

Faced with Zhang Yu's attack, Wang Yin neither dodged nor retreated. He formed a fist seal in mid-air, slightly bent his elbow, then unleashed a powerful punch, meeting Zhang Yu's palm strike head-on.

Logically speaking, Wang Yin was falling from the sky with no ground to leverage, while Zhang Yu had charged, building momentum for a long time. He clearly had the geographical advantage.

But as fist and palm collided, with a deafening crash, waves of energy burst forth from their point of impact. Zhang Yu felt his bones creak throughout his body, as if repeatedly crushed by shockwaves.

His entire body paused for a brief moment in the air, then the next instant, he crashed back to earth with a thud, creating a large crater.

Zhang Yu, however, was not surprised by this. He hadn't expected to defeat his opponent with a single blow. This attack, launched while Wang Yin was still off-balance, was merely a test of the opponent's strength.

The moment he landed, Zhang Yu had already assessed Wang Yin's capabilities: "His physical strength is superior to mine, but his magical power output isn't much higher."

Meanwhile, Wang Yin had already landed steadily on the ground. With his arms crossed, he calmly looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Your magical power has increased significantly, but your physical strength hasn't improved much. It seems you used a Heaven-grade spiritual root like a Sea of Qi when you established your foundation, didn't you?"

"And now you're probably thinking, that after I crippled my cultivation, the magical power I retained isn't much greater than yours, and only my physical strength is somewhat superior? You think you can fight me?"

Zhang Yu scoffed, "You talk too much."

At the same time, the Sea of Qi spiritual root within Zhang Yu's body operated at full capacity. Spiritual energy from within a hundred-meter radius was frantically absorbed, continuously replenishing his depleted magical power.

With a loud bang, the formless cloud-gang energy within him erupted once more. The large crater beneath him deepened further and fractured in layers due to the impact of the gang energy.

And waves of white energy, transformed from the formless cloud-gang, surged out from Zhang Yu's body, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Letting the dense mist wash over his body, Wang Yin continued, "I gave you a chance for this exchange, but it was only to see how much you're worth now, whether you're suitable for fresh-chilling or freezing later."

In the dense mist, Zhang Yu's figure suddenly appeared. With a palm strike that carried the wails of dragons and elephants, he fiercely slammed it towards Wang Yin's back.

But faced with Zhang Yu's attack, Wang Yin remained motionless. Streaks of blood-red shadows simply emanated around his body.

Each of these blood-red shadows bore a twisted face, wailing and screaming as they blocked Zhang Yu's palm strike.

And as Zhang Yu's palm strike advanced inch by inch, more than a dozen blood-red shadows were violently shattered. The exploding bloody light transformed into layers of resistance, like thousands of layers of flesh blocking his path.

The further Zhang Yu's palm advanced, the more it compressed the bloody light, the more terrifying the resistance he felt.

Ultimately, after advancing five inches in succession, the dense bloody light completely depleted the power of his palm strike.

Wang Yin's voice then came from behind the bloody light: "You don't even have the right to touch me."

Zhang Yu didn't speak. He simply unleashed another palm strike, which detonated with a powerful gust of wind, continuing to fiercely strike at Wang Yin. But it was also blocked by the bloody light.

Wang Yin said leisurely, "My magical artifact is called the Netherworld Blood Shadow Shield. It can refine living souls and transform them into blood shadows to protect my body."

"Each blood shadow can block an attack from a peak Qi Refinement cultivator."

"And I bought tens of thousands of mortal souls on the first level. After refining them and imbuing them into this Netherworld Blood Shadow Shield, how long do you think it will take you to break through?"

"You damn..." Listening to Wang Yin's words, Zhang Yu's gaze sharpened, and he said, "This guy..."

"Is he advertising?"

In Zhang Yu's opinion, to have the leisure to introduce one's magical artifact during a battle, and to describe it so clearly, was clearly an advertisement for that artifact.

Zhang Yu thought, "Is he trying to sell this Netherworld Blood Shadow Shield to people on the first level?"

But Wang Yin ignored Zhang Yu. Instead, he continued to speak to the hidden camera on his body: "Tens of thousands of living souls are quite valuable on the second level; it would take a lot of work to afford them."

"But buying tens of thousands of living souls on the first level is more than ten times cheaper."

"And this isn't even the cheapest price. Next time, I'll show everyone a place on the first level where purchasing power is even stronger, and living souls are at their cheapest..."

Upon hearing Wang Yin's words, Zhang Yu instantly understood.

"Wang Yin isn't filming an artifact advertisement; he's making a video about purchasing power on the first level, promoting how cheap living souls and human flesh from the first level are for those above..."

Thinking of this, an unspeakable rage surged within Zhang Yu. The white phantom bull in his mind roared repeatedly. The "Sacrificial Heart Art of the Phantom Bull" circulated even more intensely, causing his muscles and magical power to subtly throb, becoming increasingly active.

Meanwhile, Wang Yin calmly said, "Alright, this battle should end now."

The next moment, a terrifying aura surged forth from him.

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

Zhang Yu, who had studied the "Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art," knew that "Fist Intent," like Sword Intent and Saber Intent, was a type of martial arts will, usually cultivated through martial arts mental cultivation methods, and possessed various wondrous applications.

For example, the martial arts will cultivated by the "Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Art" allowed Zhang Yu to enter a state of full concentration, accelerating his reactions.

Under the shroud of Wang Yin's Fist Intent, Zhang Yu felt that the spiritual energy across the entire battlefield began to become chaotic.

Especially as Wang Yin slowly formed a fist seal, as if to gather all the spiritual energy within several hundred meters into his palm.

Zhang Yu then felt the spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly thin out several times over, making it difficult for his Sea of Qi spiritual root 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 currently employing consisted of two separate disciplines: a boxing technique called "Peerless Overlord Fist" and a mental cultivation method called "Emperor's Heart."

Originally, these two martial arts were created by an ancient emperor, who wielded domineering boxing techniques with the heart of an emperor. When combined, they could unleash a supreme Fist Intent.

But in today's world, there are no longer emperors, so how could one possess an emperor's heart? These two martial arts gradually declined and fell into obscurity.

Until a few decades ago, a descendant of this emperor improved the cultivation methods. By overthrowing a city with immense wealth and dominating its populace, they ultimately forged a supreme Fist Intent.

What Wang Yin was now employing was one of its techniques, the "Sky Devourer Stance."

Once this stance was unleashed, the supreme Fist Intent would encompass the battlefield within several hundred meters. Not only could it suppress opponents, but it could also, at its peak, monopolize 99% of the spiritual energy, preventing opponents from recovering their magical power.

Although Wang Yin couldn't monopolize 99% of the spiritual energy within several hundred meters, he still managed to monopolize 70% of it, causing Zhang Yu to instantly feel the spiritual energy thinning out and his magical power recovery rate plummeting.

After the "Sky Devourer Stance," Wang Yin, with his fist seal, launched a punch through the air towards Zhang Yu.

Peerless Overlord Fist—Spirit Surge Stance!

As Wang Yin's Fist Intent surged, the 70% monopolized spiritual energy underwent a sudden change, rapidly converging towards the area covered by his fist strike.

After the spiritual energy intensely gathered and expanded, a loud boom resonated.

Without any warning... Zhang Yu felt as if an air bomb had exploded violently in front of him, his head ringing with a buzzing sound.

Seeing Wang Yin's second punch about to strike again, Zhang Yu forcefully gathered his strength, twisted his body, and with the formless cloud-gang swirling around him, he leaped several meters away.

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

Then, a series of booming explosions erupted one after another.

Every punch Wang Yin threw was like artillery fire. The locations locked by his Fist Intent erupted with waves of energy.

With his continuous onslaught of punches, it was as if a giant beast was thrashing about in the dense mist, dispersing most of the white formless cloud-gang in an instant.

On one hand, Wang Yin's Spirit Surge Stance was incredibly powerful and domineering, shattering the sky-filling formless cloud-gang.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu no longer maintained a large-scale gang energy shield, but instead chose to condense his gang energy to resist Wang Yin's fist strikes.

Feeling the oncoming explosion, Zhang Yu crossed his arms. With the formless cloud-gang surging around him and various body-protection techniques operating within him, his body trembled, but he had directly taken the punch amidst the explosion.

"I told you," Wang Yin said, unleashing punch after punch. Repeated spiritual energy explosions continuously blasted Zhang Yu backwards.

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