Overlord of the Wilderness

After hearing Fang Shian’s introduction, Zhaang Ye’s interest in the Strong King was piqued. He shouted to the Strong King, ”Since you want a contest of strength, let’s get started!”

With that, Zhaang Ye’s figure flashed, and he threw a punch at the Strong King.

Seeing Zhaang Ye actually take the initiative to challenge the Strong King to a contest of strength, the onlooking Martial Artists all sneered coldly. The Strong King wasn’t an overwhelmingly powerful individual, but his physical strength was supreme. Even the Cold Sword King, ranked number one in Python City, wouldn’t dare to clash head-on with the Strong King. Zhaang Ye’s actions were tantamount to suicide.

Wei Dajin also hadn’t expected Zhaang Ye to proactively challenge the Strong King in a match of strength. By the time he thought to shout a warning, the Strong King had already attacked.

Seeing that Zhaang Ye actually dared to test his strength against him, the Strong King let out a savage laugh. He abruptly raised his massive fist, and with a great swing of his vein-popped arm, met Zhaang Ye’s punch head-on.

BOOM!

The two fists collided violently. The ground suddenly trembled, and dust shot into the air, shrouding the entire courtyard.

Zhaang Ye’s fist was small and fair. In contrast, the Strong King’s was dark, rough, and massive; they didn’t look like they were in the same league at all. But to everyone’s surprise, Zhaang Ye’s fair fist contained boundless power. When the punch landed, Zhaang Ye didn’t budge an inch, while the Strong King’s towering frame was actually forced back two steps!

”Ahhhh—”

The Strong King was infuriated to find that he, of all people, was actually outmatched in strength by Zhaang Ye. He let out a great roar. The bones in his body cracked and popped, the veins on his arms writhed like little snakes, and his muscles actually let out a creaking sound. A layer of golden light, visible to the naked eye, even began to emanate from his body.

”Die!” the Strong King snarled, a savage grin on his face. Layers of golden light erupted from his fists, making them shine like two suns as they smashed straight down toward Zhaang Ye’s head.

Not only was the Strong King powerful, but he was also incredibly fast. This combination of extreme strength and speed created an unstoppable momentum that would make even a Martial Arts Seventh Layer master’s heart clench.

’Such immense strength! His power seems to exceed 250,000, and his speed is quite impressive too. A pity he’s still a notch below me!’ Zhaang Ye praised silently, not even blinking as he raised both fists to meet the attack.

BOOM! BOOM!

Zhaang Ye felt a tyrannical, overbearing power press down from the Strong King’s fists. An ordinary Martial Arts Seventh Layer master struck by this blow would have had every bone in their body shattered and died a miserable death on the spot. But Zhaang Ye’s body, having been tempered by the Dragon Elephant Power, had reached an unbelievable level of toughness. He took the Strong King’s mountain-heavy fists without even needing to use his Dragon Elephant Power.

”ROAR!” Zhaang Ye bellowed, his hand suddenly clamping down on the Strong King’s fist. With a single motion, he flung him!

Zhaang Ye’s clamp and throw seemed to lack any particular force. But for the Strong King, who was on the receiving end, his expression changed drastically. He could feel that Zhaang Ye’s strength was greater than his own—much, much greater! He couldn’t break free from the grip, and with a single heave, Zhaang Ye had forcefully thrown his body, which weighed over a thousand pounds, into the air!

WHOOSH—

The Strong King’s body flew high into the air, soaring over seventy zhang before finally plummeting back down. His massive, thousand-pound frame made it impossible for him to execute any Body Technique, so he just fell straight to the ground.

BOOM!

The Strong King smashed a human-shaped crater into the ground. The so-called invincible Strong King, who was said to be impervious to blades and spears, lay in the pit, his breath as faint as a silk thread, with only half a breath of life left in him.

”This...” Everyone was stunned by Zhaang Ye’s incredible display of power. They simply couldn’t imagine that he possessed such astonishing strength—enough to overpower the Strong King, a man famous for that very quality.

Having tossed the Strong King aside, Zhaang Ye turned his gaze to the crowd of Martial Artists and chuckled. ”Who’s next? Weren’t you all here to challenge me? Why is everyone just standing around now?”

Zhaang Ye’s contemptuous tone immediately provoked the crowd of Martial Artists. The words had barely left his mouth when a Mid-stage Seventh Layer Martial Artist shot forward and attacked him.

This Martial Artist had seen Zhaang Ye’s power, so he went all out from the very beginning. His Long Sword unleashed an overwhelming torrent of Sword Qi, intending to defeat Zhaang Ye in a single flurry.

Seeing the opponent’s sharp Swordsmanship, Zhaang Ye’s interest was piqued. He immediately executed his Reverse Flow Slash, blocking the man’s attacks slash for slash. Once he saw that the man’s Combat Skill was spent, Zhaang Ye’s Saber Technique changed. He unleashed his Mountain-Breaking Slash, sending his opponent flying with a single strike.

After that, another six or seven Martial Artists came forward to challenge Zhaang Ye. Most of them were masters at the Mid-stage Seventh Layer or Martial Arts Seventh Layer Late Stage, and each had their own unique abilities. Unfortunately for them, Zhaang Ye’s spirit and will were currently focused to a razor’s edge. No matter how refined their Combat Skills were, Zhaang Ye could instantly pinpoint their weaknesses and exploit them.

Under Zhaang Ye’s piercing gaze and fierce Saber Technique, every Martial Artist who challenged him was defeated. Not a single one could last more than thirty moves against him.

Zhaang Ye’s consecutive victories over a dozen young experts stunned everyone present. The other young experts who had intended to challenge him abandoned the idea, and an unusual silence fell over the courtyard.

”Hahahaha!” Zhaang Ye swept his gaze over the young experts and said coolly, ”What’s this? Is Python City so large, yet there’s not a single person with any real strength? Is Python City really filled with nothing but you worthless rabble?”

By now, there were a good fifty or sixty people gathered outside the courtyard. Every one of them had a Cultivation at the Martial Arts Sixth Layer or Martial Arts Seventh Layer, yet after being taunted by Zhaang Ye, not a single person dared to step forward. Zhaang Ye’s earlier feat of defeating ten people in a row—the aura of him sweeping through all the experts—had left them deeply shaken.

Seeing their reaction, Zhaang Ye felt a wave of disappointment. He had hoped to use these challenges to fiercely temper himself, hoping for some enlightenment in battle that would help him comprehend the mysteries of Spiritual Power. But while many challengers had come forward, not a single one was truly powerful. His plan to hone his skills had failed.

”You dare claim Python City has no masters just because you defeated some worthless rabble!” A cold voice suddenly shattered the silence.

”It’s the Cold Sword King! Wasn’t he in seclusion? Why is he out?”

”I don’t know. Heh, the Cold Sword King is the number one expert of Python City’s Younger Generation. His Cultivation reached the Seventh Layer Peak long ago. With him making a move, that Zhaang Ye kid is as good as dead!”

”Yeah, the Cold Sword King’s Cultivation is incredible, and his Swordsmanship is even more so. That Zhaang Ye kid is definitely dead meat...”

Hearing this voice, the onlooking experts’ faces showed a mixture of shock and delight. As they murmured among themselves, they looked at Zhaang Ye as if he were already a corpse.

Zhaang Ye stood calmly and said slowly, ”The Cold Sword King, ranked number one among Python City’s Younger Generation, I presume? Since you’re here, you might as well show yourself.”

Zhaang Ye’s voice had just faded when a young man in gray robes appeared in the courtyard. His eyes were cold. His aura was cold. The sword in his hand was cold. His entire being radiated an icy chill. The moment he stood there, the temperature in the courtyard plummeted, and gusts of sinister wind swirled about, causing even Zhaang Ye to feel a shiver. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for Recommendation Tickets and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)