novelraw Chapter 776 415: This Is Utter Humiliation! The Young Master Will Win!
Chapter 776 415: This Is Utter Humiliation! The Young Master Will Win!
The most powerful and domineering move!
"Kill!"
The Seventeen Arhats sensed the threat of Duan Yun's terrifying Fist Intent!
The threat of being severely injured if not killed!
Without any hesitation, they no longer persisted in generating new Evil Qi, but instead unleashed the already generated Evil Qi.
Their heads bobbed up and down instantly, their faces blurred due to the extreme speed.
Their twin ponytails slashed up and down, resembling crazed smokers dancing wildly from Red Tower Mountain withdrawals!
Substantial Evil Qi, carried by the twin ponytails, formed countless strands of black Sword Light.
The Sword Light was dense and sharp, and in the eyes of the spectators, Duan Yun appeared to be facing a fate of being cut to pieces in an instant.
No, even they experienced an illusion of being cut to pieces, with hairs standing on end, some even drenched in sweat.
Thrilling, so thrilling!
But Duan Yun's fists pressed forward with relentless courage.
The Sixteen Road Qi has another characteristic besides its peculiarity, which is its fierceness, a ferocity that charges forward unyieldingly.
After all, even the most accomplished Sun Daoist was notorious for his harshness, always giving himself a wound before hitting others. When encountering a formidable opponent, he'd stab himself first then use a rib to fight, and against the toughest foes, he would gouge out an eye, chew it, and then punch.
While Duan Yun had infused his own understanding into the Sixteen Strange Fist, its raw and fierce aggression remained intact.
Not even a mountain of blades and a sea of flames could stop him from punching!
Fist Power struck out along his arms like two coiling, ferocious dragons!
The raging dragons and the thousand swords collided in a flash.
Unlike expected, there wasn't an immediate terrifying explosion sound, but rather a slight pause, as if time itself paused.
Nevertheless, it was just the calm before the approaching storm!
Boom!
The Fist Power of the raging dragons surged upward, shattering the dense Sword Qi of the twin ponytails layer by layer.
And in nearly the same instant, the heads of the Seventeen Arhats jerked backward.
During this backward motion, the hair of several Arhats was torn along with their scalps.
In this very moment, their strongest weapons, the twin ponytails, were already in the sky.
What followed was the piercing shrieks of the Arhats.
Not everyone can endure such excruciating scalp-ripping pain, not even the toughest man.
With just one punch, seven of the Seventeen Arhats fell and couldn't get up.
Along with them fell dozens of spectators.
Some of the scattered Evil Qi blades struck them.
Thus, the spectators seemed to have knife wounds on their heads, with one being sliced from crown to mouth, nearly severing the head in half.
Even so, he uttered with his relatively intact lips, "Such power! Dying for it is worth it!" and died.
At the moment he fell, a pair of panties from a brothel girl fell on his face, serving as a shroud for him.
"Pierce!"
The remaining ten Arhats strained their bodies taut, like full-drawn bows, thrusting their heads forward!
The immense fear between life and death forced out their limitless potential, enabling them to execute this death-defying strike.
Pierce!
Stabbing with no regard for life!
Stabbing might still allow survival, not doing so with all their might would guarantee death!
In just these two rounds, they realized Old Demon Duan was a peak Grandmaster, no less than their Young Master.
He was a contender for the Martial Arts myth!
In that instant, their long hair lashed out like long staffs, carrying intensely condensed Evil Qi, pitch black.
If previous Evil Qi was like a dense thousand swords, now it was pitch-black thick staves, carrying terrifying Penetrating Power, causing the half mountain city to resonate with a piercing sound of penetration.
Simultaneously, over a hundred brothel girls cried out in ecstasy.
Afterwards, they were confused.
Because this piercing sound triggered their instincts, or occupational habits, creating an illusion of being penetrated.
Just by hearing the sound, it had such an effect, so what about Duan Yun facing the ten black staves?
"Strange Fist · Extreme Hatred!"
Duan Yun continued to punch forward tirelessly, with no change in his movements compared to last time.
Only this time, the Boxer Dharma Image of White Silk had appeared behind him, punching together with him.
Fist Power like a cannon collided with the staff-like Evil Qi.
Duan Yun's feet barely lifted off the ground, unmoved, while the ten Arhats who exerted all their strength all recoiled.
Their staff-like hair whipped upward, their faces distorted by the permeating Fist Power, rippling like waves.
With just two punches, the Seventeen Arhats were defeated!
In the next moment, amid the dehydrating shrieks of the spectators, Duan Yun moved again.
This time, his hands turned into shadows, his figure electrifying, sweeping past the ten Arhats.
As Duan Yun passed, the Arhats' clothes exploded into shreds, bodies spinning.
By the time Duan Yun returned to his original position, the ten Arhats were standing stiffly, as if wearing a bizarre jumpsuit.
In that instant, Duan Yun had ripped off their hair, wrapping it around their privates, making them appear as if wearing pants with a dangling part.
The air still echoed with the residual sounds of Fist Power and Penetrating Power explosions, though now much softer, rendering the surroundings even quieter.
This change dumbfounded the spectators.
Calm, a brief calm followed by the sudden frenzy of the crowd.
"Such power!"
"The ultimate humiliation!"
"This is the ultimate goddamn humiliation!"
"Old Demon Duan is explosively powerful!"
"Don't be fooled by Old Demon's power, it's all an illusion!"
"He's already severely injured!"
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Those Martial Artists who flocked to Yishui City had mostly followed the steps of Young Master Gu Dile of the Gu Family, they were originally supporters of the Gu Family, of Young Master Gu Dile.
Yet this time, they instinctively cheered for Old Demon Duan, only the Bloodthirsty Storyteller stuck to the original narrative that the Old Demon was severely injured, trying to crush his morale.
The spectators didn't care about his injury, only engrossed in excitement howling.
Because not only did Old Demon Duan crush the seemingly unstoppable Seventeen Arhats with his violent fists, he also subjected them to the ultimate humiliation.
In the Martial World, people loved to witness such extreme humiliation; they wished to see it every day.
But viewing from afar is one thing, when such humiliation befell them, they'd dislike it.
Because in the Martial World, face matters, like the current Ten Arhats who lost face.
After all, their faces were obscured by the hair wrapped around their privates, thus lacking face.
The seven Arhats who collapsed with their scalps ripped off, lay on the ground, initially frustrated and pained why they were the ones to lose their scalps and fall since they were running together, unlike their other ten brothers.
But now, they felt fortunate, even happy!
Rather than having hair wrapped around their privates like pants, being scalped wasn't so bad.
It was truly too humiliating!
At this moment, Duan Yun had turned his gaze towards Gu Dile, who remained seated.
Gu Dile's expression remained calm.
Duan Yun said, "Weren't you afraid of not being conspicuous enough? Later, whoever falls, let him be like this too."
Gu Dile gave a sinister smile, saying, "That's a good suggestion, and they should also parade like this for ten days, then put their parts in their mouths and continue parading."
Now his smile became excited, as if he could already see Duan Yun's fate.
Duan Yun looked at his confident demeanor and said, "Then come on."
"Come on."
Gu Dile remained seated, merely kicking the table away in front of him, saying.
The two hadn't started fighting, yet the spectators below were already about to go crazy.
They weren't just about to witness an earth-shattering battle between two Divine Skill masters, but also to see a supreme master suffer ultimate humiliation!
In cases of ultimate humiliation, the higher the status, the more enjoyable it is, just like fallen girls, the more noble they are, the more thrilling it is, like princesses or queens.
At this moment, the ten Arhats with the dangles had lined up on both sides of the building, kneeling there.
They maintained this state of extreme humiliation.
With their status as members of the Gu family and the soul-tormenting shame, they should have committed suicide, but they couldn't die yet.
They wanted to watch this duel before dying!
Having met such a fate, life was already worse than death, and not letting them witness a grand spectacle would be a huge loss!
So they widened their eyes, not blinking, more bloodthirsty than the bloodthirsty audience!
They wanted to witness Old Demon Duan be beaten to death and humiliated, making the humiliation they suffered less significant.
Given their understanding of the Young Master, the Young Master would win!
Young Master, give it your all!
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