The roar echoed through the heavens and earth, like the angry dragon's sound shaking the four directions.
Half of the Star Dou Great Forest trembled at this moment!
The six gates opening simultaneously brought forth a powerful force, surging through the body like ten thousand galloping horses. The suddenly surging soul power erupted from the body, creating strong gusts of wind around it.
The wind howled, and robes fluttered, making the Human Demon's white hair dance like snakes. He looked at the power that burned like green flames around Wang Zhong's body, feeling an inexplicable surge of emotion.
"Good boy, good boy!"
"I never expected, truly never expected, that you would possess blood and fire at such a young age. I underestimated you."
"But even if you can achieve this, what of it? The gap between us is like that between a giant elephant and an ant."
The Human Demon's maniacal laughter forcefully drowned out Wang Zhong's roar.
What was blood and fire worth if it couldn't condense a blood and soul ring? In his eyes, it was all trash.
Veins bulged all over his body, and his entire physique turned red due to the pressure of the six gates opening. Blood surged ceaselessly through his body, bringing endless energy to every part. With bulging muscles, the immense energy was enough to flatten a mountain peak!
"Then come and feel the power of this ant!"
His gritted teeth betrayed an uncontainable rage.
Since becoming a soul master, Wang Zhong had always taken pride in the immense physical strength bestowed by Eight Extremes Heaven and the Eight Gates Dun Jia. Even his soul power progression and talent paled in comparison to this physical prowess.
Yet, this very strength was so lightly dismissed and despised by the person before him. Wang Zhong's arrogant and impetuous nature could not tolerate it.
"Morning Peacock!"
A punch was thrown with extreme speed, like a sword unsheathed, or lightning tearing through the sky.
The speed, imperceptible to the naked eye, rubbed against the air, igniting it and carrying a fearsome heat as it heavily struck the Human Demon's body.
The entire world trembled under this punch, but Wang Zhong's attack was far from over.
After the first punch fell, the second followed closely, then the third, the fourth, the fifth... the countlessth punch, each faster and heavier than the last. In mere breaths, the world before his eyes was filled with a sky full of fist shadows.
Each punch was like fire, streaking across the sky like meteors. Fists rose and fell, flames igniting and extinguishing. The constantly flashing firelight connected heaven and earth, resembling a peacock spreading its tail!
The scorching, violent power was continuous, with no pause. The ground before Wang Zhong turned into a massive, fan-shaped ruin, and the Human Demon's sturdy, imposing figure was completely enveloped in raging flames.
The firelight soared, completely submerging the opponent. The earth crumbled, and the wind raged. Huge rocks were torn from the ground and blown into the air.
The horror of Wang Zhong's attack was unimaginable.
He had thrown an unknown number of punches. His body, due to the rapid strikes, was panting like an ox. Streams of sweat flowed down his body like small rivers.
With the final punch thrown, Wang Zhong's body was completely drained. Neither his physical strength nor his soul power remained.
Morning Peacock, as the killing move of the Eight Gates Dun Jia's Gate of Wonder, was a continuous, rapid barrage of strikes with no apparent gaps or weaknesses. Combined with the immense power brought by the Gate of Wonder, its might was enough to destroy mountains and shatter peaks.
His steps faltered backward due to exhaustion. Wang Zhong lowered his trembling arms, his face wet with sweat, and looked at the stout man enveloped in flames. His pupils contracted to the size of needle points.
The figure within the flames stood straight, without even making a defensive move. He stood with his hands behind his back, taking the full force of the Morning Peacock with his body and chest, unharmed.
He lifted his foot and stepped out of the flames generated by the friction of his fists against the air. He lightly patted his uninjured chest as if brushing away some non-existent dust.
"Good speed, but your power is too weak!"
His chin raised high, the Human Demon looked down at the exhausted Wang Zhong and grinned.
"Your dispersed, fire-like fist energy, while possessing immense destructive power due to the rapid barrage, lacks sufficient force because it focuses too much on speed."
"This deficiency, when facing someone weaker than you, can be completely ignored. Add to that the extreme speed, and no one can survive this move."
"But little one, my strength and physical fitness far surpass yours by an immeasurable amount! Such dispersed power is nothing but a tickle."
"Let me show you what true power is!"
As his words fell, the Human Demon took half a step back, assuming a half-bow stance. His fists were clenched and hung by his sides at waist level. His muscles slightly bulged, and veins became visible.
His ferocious eyes glowed frighteningly. The Human Demon's face was contorted in a wild, bloody laugh.
"Gathering power into a line, concentrating on a single point."
"Rising from nothingness, destroying like dust."
"Power Kill! Heaven and Earth Dissolve into Dust!"
His right hand, which had been hanging at his waist, pushed forward gently. There was no wind, no waves, no ripples, no dust.
It looked incredibly ordinary, with no hint of force or speed. Yet, in this state, Wang Zhong's scalp tingled, his heart pounded like a drum, and a dense aura of death slowly emanated from that fist.
Instinct and his brain continuously urged his body to dodge quickly. But Wang Zhong, his body already depleted by Morning Peacock, was pinned down by an extremely peculiar force, unable to move.
"Dissipate Force with the Wind!"
In this moment of crisis, Wang Zhong once again used the force-dissipating technique that had troubled Lu Xiaoshuang and Ying Yanyang so much.
Would such a technique be effective?
In the face of absolute strength and brute force, all techniques were mere foam!
Wang Zhong watched helplessly as the fist, the size of a small millstone, gently tapped his body.
The moment of contact, the world seemed to fall silent, all things hushed. Wang Zhong's body suddenly trembled, and the back of his clothes, along with his skin and flesh, exploded on the spot! His internal organs and bones turned to dust under a single blow.
The ground behind him convulsed like an earth dragon turning over, tearing and collapsing. Tall, towering trees exploded, wood chips flying everywhere.
Starting from Wang Zhong's body, a vast fan-shaped ruin, of immeasurable length and width, suddenly appeared on the ground.
Within the ruin, nothing remained!
Blood mist diffused from his body, shattered like porcelain. Sunlight shone down on the crimson mist, carrying endless desolation and sorrow.
His body slowly crashed heavily backward, kicking up a cloud of dust. Wang Zhong's bright emerald green eyes dimmed at this moment.
Life is like an ant, and fate is like a candle flame.
In this world where there are countless strong individuals, who can guarantee eternal brilliance? Your self-proclaimed strength will be shattered by even stronger beings.
Rabbits eat grass, snakes eat rabbits, hawks prey on rabbits, and then there are soul beasts and humans. The law of nature is the survival of the fittest. If you don't want to be eaten, you are destined to keep moving forward.
Even the humble Blue Silver Grass can grow into a being worshipped by all. A tender and cute white rabbit will also diligently cultivate, just to escape the hawk's gaze and become a free and unrestrained being.
Wang Zhong, your pride is like fleeting smoke, easily blown away.
The strongest of the younger generation in the Spirit Hall, the most talented, is indeed brilliant. But you have not traveled the world, nor have you traversed the earth. The knowledge and insights passed down from books and spoken by others are merely the tip of the iceberg of this world.
The Upper Three Sects, the Lower Four Sects, the two Empires, the Seven Titled Douluo, are merely small protrusions standing on the ice. Beneath the water's surface lies an immeasurable world.
The Holy Spirit Cult, the Fourth Elder, the Human Demon, are but specks of stardust. Though bright, they must fade when the blood moon appears.
Yet, against such an existence, even with all your might, you are only left severely injured and on the verge of death.