Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1193 1204: Ten Thousand Jins Fist

At this moment, Wang Yan's entire body was bare, with his muscles clearly displayed.

Because of the Demon Venerable Strike just now, Wang Yan was covered in blood, yet in the eyes of the crowd, he exuded a different kind of masculine energy.

The fighting spirit raised to the skies, the vigorous muscles, the momentum having taken the Demon Venerable Strike, coupled with being enveloped in gold and green, Wang Yan now looked just like a War God.

Beiming Xue's eyes involuntarily became misty, her hands tightly clasped in front of her chest as she murmured, "Brother Wang Yan..."

Apart from Beiming Xue, among the 600,000 disciples, countless young women were now gazing at him with fervent admiration. Wang Yan's shadow had deeply imprinted itself in their hearts.

Even Elder Si Qin's eyes emitted a slight glow.

The surroundings of the arena fell into a sudden silence.

At this time, a sharp and untimely voice suddenly rose: "Hmph, hmph, I really didn't expect you could take the first move. It seems I underestimated you. This second move will surely take your life."

Hearing this voice, everyone turned to look.

It was the menace who had spoken.

However, the menace's black robe had already fallen off, surely due to the aftershock earlier sweeping it away.

With the black robe down, revealed was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.

Yet on this face, there were angry eyes.

Seeing the menace had been enraged, Elder Si Qin couldn't help but feel alarmed.

30 years ago, the menace could escape the pursuit of the Eight Great Elders unharmed, now if the menace truly becomes angry, how could Wang Yan survive?

After all, Wang Yan's two Demon Patterns had already been revealed, this trump card exposed, how could Wang Yan have another card to play?

At this moment, just seeing the menace rise into the air, flying above Wang Yan's head, then pounding a fist down towards the top of Wang Yan's head.

The menace's movement was extremely simple and didn't seem to hold much power, far lesser than the first move.

Everyone was somewhat puzzled, originally thinking the second move the menace would surely unleash a more powerful attack, but it turned out to be such a simple strike.

Only the seven elders changed their complexion, and Elder Si Qin exclaimed, "Ten Thousand Jins Fist!"

Just as Elder Si Qin's exclamation landed, the menace's fist had already fallen onto the top of Wang Yan's head.

Elder Si Qin hurriedly shouted, "Don't be careless, this Ten Thousand Jins Fist is the menace's soul skill, absolutely..."

The menace strikes without hesitation, therefore as soon as this fist was thrown, swift as lightning, Elder Si Qin's words were not yet finished, the fist had already landed on Wang Yan's head.

Wang Yan's fighting spirit soared, seeing the menace's punch coming, he immediately shouted, "Good." Then raised his fist to meet the menace's punch.

And at this moment, Elder Si Qin's subsequent words finally came out, "Absolutely don't take it head-on, otherwise there's no escape possible."

But, as Elder Si Qin finished this sentence, Wang Yan's fist had already connected with the menace's fist.

Seeing this, Elder Si Qin and the other seven elders' faces all drastically changed.

This Ten Thousand Jins Fist's power, the elders had experienced firsthand.

The Ten Thousand Jins Fist is composed of nine punches, the first punch is very ordinary, but each consequent punch increases by nine times the power of the previous one.

Therefore the last punch will have power 3,000 times the strength of the first punch.

Each punch follows the next, connecting without interruption nor pause.

Moreover, misled by the first punch's weakness, everyone would think this attack is nothing, thereby underestimating its danger and ending up as minced meat beneath the Ten Thousand Jins Fist.

The most terrifying part is the trick hidden in that final punch of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist!

Realizing this final punch, the seven elders could not help feeling horrified.

With a "boom," Wang Yan caught this first punch, yet looking at Wang Yan's face, he appeared relaxed and showed no sign of injury.

Seeing this, everyone around cheered.

They didn't know the terrifying aspect of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist, only saw Wang Yan able to take a punch causing the seven elders' color to change easily, hence excitement arose.

Seeing this, the seven elders sighed inwardly, understanding Wang Yan was finished.

Now at this point, nothing said would matter, Wang Yan's fist had connected with the menace's Ten Thousand Jins Fist, it meant he had been adhered to by the Ten Thousand Jins Fist, the subsequent eight punches would follow shortly.

Indeed, seeing Wang Yan took this punch, the menace suspended in the air smirked coldly.

At the same time, seeing where the two fists collided, the second force suddenly dropped down again.

This second punch was nine times more powerful than the first.

Wang Yan's feet suddenly sank downwards, immediately pressing two deep footprints into the arena.

Remember, Wang Yan's arena was extraordinary, numerous powerful attacks over the days couldn't damage it at all.

But now pressed out two footprints by Wang Yan, showing the punching power of the menace was indeed immense.

Meanwhile, Wang Yan muffled a groan with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The second punch of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist had already injured Wang Yan's internal organs.

Seeing this, the menace sneered and said, "Here comes the next."

With this sentence, the third punch of the Ten Thousand Jins Fist fell.

The third punch was nine times the second, which meant it wielded 729 times the power.

Such massive power wasn't something an ordinary person could unleash, nor could an ordinary person withstand it.

The menace's extraordinary talent, the mysterious Demon Pattern allowed the crafting of such a strong soul skill.

Under 729 times the power, no one could resist.

Exactly, seeing Wang Yan at the arena "boom" falling completely, it instantly turned into fist-sized debris.

These fragments splashed outwards hitting the light shield around the arena, then rebounded, crashing onto the ground.

Even after rebounding, the stones can pit the floor, showing how enormous it is.

If it weren't for the light shield's protection, the surroundings of the arena would suffer numerous casualties.

Through flying debris, the crowd saw Wang Yan's body had fallen onto the ground, with the lower half embedded beneath the earth.

But Wang Yan's right fist still raised high, confronting the menace's Ten Thousand Jins Fist.

Wang Yan's mouth couldn't stop spewing fresh blood, his face turned exceedingly pale, appearing ready to collapse at any moment.