**Chapter 932: Brutal Fistfight**
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
On the arena, the situation suddenly changed.
What had been a chase between two figures now turned into a relentless collision of fists!
Each time they clashed, they separated in the blink of an eye, leaving only afterimages in their wake. The next instant, their fists collided again!
Their fists were as hard as steel, and every impact sounded like an explosion.
Not only was the noise deafening, but shockwaves burst forth with each strike. Though not as exaggerated as the first, every subsequent shockwave was strong enough to ruffle the audience's hair.
"Yan Shouyi's physical strength is actually this terrifying?!"
"I take back what I said earlier—I spoke too soon!"
"At this rate, Yan Shouyi's speed is on par with the Mad Monk, and his raw power isn't lagging behind either. This is getting interesting!"
Previously, the audience had no clear understanding of Yan Shouyi's strength. When Shi Kui made his move, they assumed Yan Shouyi stood no chance in a direct confrontation.
Some had even been disappointed, thinking Yan Shouyi wasn’t as strong as they’d hoped.
But now, Yan Shouyi had shattered their expectations.
Not only was his speed terrifying, but his raw power and physical resilience were monstrous—enough to go toe-to-toe with Shi Kui, who had cultivated the Buddhist Golden Body!
Shi Kui grew more excited with each exchange, as if he had an endless well of strength to unleash.
Yan Shouyi, too, was unfathomable. No matter how Shi Kui attacked, he could counter without retreating a single step!
Compared to the elegant exchanges of spells or the shocking instant-kill of Yang Shanjun, this bare-knuckle brawl was far more exhilarating!
The audience’s excitement skyrocketed, and cheers erupted from all sides.
Wu Tianfeng, however, frowned deeply.
Yan Shouyi’s overwhelming strength was *not* good news for him.
Still, he knew Shi Kui hadn’t gone all out yet—so far, he’d merely been playing around.
To prevent further humiliation for the Scarlet Blossom Society, Wu Tianfeng coldly barked:
"Shi Kui, stop wasting time! Kill Yan Shouyi *now*!"
The Scarlet Blossom Society *could not* afford to lose face again!
Shi Kui’s figure abruptly appeared at the edge of the arena, bending down to glare at Wu Tianfeng from above.
"Are you *ordering* me?"
Wu Tianfeng’s face stiffened. After a brief hesitation, he said nothing more.
A madman was a madman—Wu Tianfeng had no desire to provoke him.
After threatening Wu Tianfeng, Shi Kui turned back to Yan Shouyi, his face twisting into a deranged grin.
"That was just a warm-up. Now… I’m *really* going to kill you. Ready?"
Yan Shouyi remained calm. "Come at me."
"Good! That confidence makes me want to savor killing you… but I *can’t wait* to tear you apart!!"
With a crazed laugh, Shi Kui vanished again.
Yan Shouyi sensed killing intent behind him and immediately turned to counter.
Sure enough, Shi Kui had appeared at his back!
But this time, Shi Kui didn’t throw a punch. Instead, his hands shot out, locking onto one of Yan Shouyi’s arms.
Yan Shouyi’s expression darkened as he tried to pull free—but failed.
He was trapped!
Shi Kui grinned eerily, then opened his mouth. His vocal cords vibrated violently as he unleashed an earth-shaking roar—
**Buddhist Lion’s Roar!**
This time, the technique was *several times* more powerful than before!
Fortunately, the audience had learned their lesson and covered their ears in advance.
But the pile of rubble nearest to Shi Kui wasn’t so lucky—it was *pulverized* into dust by the sheer force of the roar!
The crowd gasped. If *rocks* were reduced to powder, what did that mean for Yan Shouyi, who was *right next to Shi Kui*?!
"The Buddhist Lion’s Roar doesn’t just deafen or disorient—it directly attacks the soul!" the martial monk Miao Ji explained gravely. "A masterful Lion’s Roar can forcibly expel a person’s Three Souls and Seven Spirits from their body. At higher levels, it can even *shatter* souls from a distance!"
Hearing this, the audience’s hearts sank.
At such close range… could Yan Shouyi possibly withstand it?
Even the barrage of online comments slowed to a trickle—netizens were too engrossed in the battle to type.
"Yan Shouyi… you’re *finished*."
Wu Tianfeng’s lips curled into an involuntary smirk.
No matter what tricks Yan Shouyi had up his sleeve, being hit point-blank by Shi Kui’s Lion’s Roar should have *shattered* his soul to pieces.
Especially since Yan Shouyi wasn’t moving at all—like a lifeless puppet.
Shi Kui thought the same.
He released Yan Shouyi’s arm, a look of mock pity on his face.
"Such a shame… I wanted to play with you a little longer—*URK*!"
Before he could finish, a fist suddenly *slammed* into his nose!
A dull *thud* reverberated through the arena, like a log striking a bronze bell.
Shi Kui staggered back, clutching his nose in agony.
Standing before him was Yan Shouyi—completely *unaffected* by the Lion’s Roar!
Rubbing his knuckles, Yan Shouyi said flatly:
"That’s it?"
*This* was the Scarlet Blossom Society’s trump card? *This* was the so-called Mad Monk?
Shi Kui stumbled back several steps. When he finally lowered his hand, his nose was visibly *caved in*.
Pain and disbelief flashed in his eyes—for the first time, a sliver of rationality surfaced.
"H-How… how are you unharmed?!"
"You didn’t do your homework before stepping onto this stage," Yan Shouyi said coolly. "If you had, you’d know I’m a **Heavenly Fiend Corpse Puppet**."
"A… Heavenly Fiend Corpse Puppet?" Shi Kui stared blankly.
"Heavenly Fiend Corpse Puppets are impervious to blades and fire. But most importantly…"
Yan Shouyi’s eyes gleamed.
"I’m a zombie. *Beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements.*"
He took a step forward.
"**I have no soul.**"
Then—he *struck* again!
Shi Kui’s expression twisted as he hastily raised his arms to block.
*BOOM!*
Another muffled impact shook the arena.
The force of Yan Shouyi’s punch sent Shi Kui *skidding* backward over a dozen meters!
Rubble and debris were mercilessly shoved aside, carving a long, ragged scar across the arena floor!
When Shi Kui finally regained his footing, he couldn’t suppress a shudder.
Though he’d blocked the punch, his arms were numb, his body trembling.
That *one* strike—delivered without any fancy techniques—had nearly *broken* his Buddhist Golden Body!
A strange, unfamiliar sensation welled up from the depths of Shi Kui’s heart.
It took him a moment to recognize it.
This feeling was…
**Fear.**
He was *afraid*—afraid of an opponent he’d once regarded as mere prey.
An opponent who was barely in his twenties.