Chapter 4702 — Kang Jingming Makes His Entrance
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"Enough of your bullshit!" Scarface roared, his aura erupting in an instant to a terrifying, unimaginable height. Every inch of him radiated the bearing of an overlord descended upon the world; in a heartbeat the ghosts wailed, the wolves howled, and the heavens and earth changed color. He sneered: "Stir up chaos, is that it? Hah! With me standing here, do you think any chaos is going to happen?"
"You won't take the wine offered in courtesy, so you'll drink the wine of punishment—you brought this on yourself!" Seeing this, Duan Wuzong wasted no more words. Killing intent blazed from his body, and the thirteen weapons hovering in midair all rang out with a shrill tremor at once. Then, with a sudden low bellow: "A Thousand Blades Are Mine—Single-Line Slay!"
Before the words had even faded, all thirteen weapons shrieked up in unison, their speed instantly accelerating to a limit the naked eye could not follow. Forming a long serpent of blades in a single line, they hurtled straight at Scarface—so fast, so fierce that everyone present turned to stare!
Anyone could see that once these thirteen weapons formed the Single-Line Slaughter Formation, their power was far from a simple one-plus-one. From the first blade to the thirteenth, each one broke through defenses step by step while its damage kept escalating—anything that stood in their path would be run clean through!
Against such a horrifying assault, dodging the edge was the only choice. Yet just when everyone assumed he would do exactly that, Scarface burst into loud laughter, neither dodging nor evading. Only when the thirteen weapons drew near did he thunderously throw a single punch.
In an instant the heavens and earth changed color. All anyone could vaguely hear was the roar of ten thousand beasts, and in their eyes appeared a faint phantom image over Scarface's body—looking at once like a tiger and like a dragon.
"The Dragon-Tiger Killing Fist? Isn't that the legendary art of utmost hardness and ferocity?" Huo Yudie was startled at the sight. This West Island trial truly gathered the elites of every island—experts of every school were here. First a master of the Thousand Blades Sect, and now one who wielded the Dragon-Tiger Killing Fist. Out in the wider world, these were all ruthless figures capable of carving out a name for themselves!
She had thought this fellow lacked substance. Seen this way, he was anything but simple. Not one person who had cultivated the Dragon-Tiger Killing Fist to completion was easy to deal with.
"Utmost hardness and ferocity?" Wei Zhao's interest ticked up a notch at the words. He wondered how this legendary ferocious fist art compared with his own Raging Flame Thousand-Blast Fist—which was the greater and which the lesser.
Before the words had faded, the two men had already clashed head-on in the space between heartbeats. A rolling boom of thunder followed, and what unfolded before their eyes made every single person present drop their jaws in unison.
All thirteen divine weapons—every last one—were run through from front to back by a single punch from Scarface. Every blade was destroyed on the spot, and as for Duan Wuzong, the shockwave from that punch simply blasted him away—for a time no one could even find him, much less tell whether he lived or died. The Dragon-Tiger Killing Fist truly lived up to its name!
A deathly silence fell over the whole scene. Everyone stared at everyone else, rubbing their eyes again and again for fear they had been seeing things. Duan Wuzong of the Thousand Blades Sect—a Nascent Soul peak expert of such formidable strength—was finished just like that, in a single second?!
"Who else?" Scarface swept his savage, fearsome gaze slowly across every face in the crowd, a hideous grin on his face. Every person his gaze touched—no matter how unruly and arrogant they had been before—could not help but lower their heads, trembling like quail, utterly unable to meet his eyes.