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88: Chapter 88: Tearing God Apart with Bare Hands! Three Punches Shatter the Backbone of the West!On the gladiatorial stage, the heat was surging.

The once arrogant Nemean Lion was currently in an extremely suppressed state. It felt like what was sitting on its neck was not a person, but a heavy mountain, or perhaps a piece of dog-skin plaster that it couldn’t shake off no matter how hard it tried.

Physical attacks are ineffective?

This was the divine gift it prided itself on, the ’Absolute Defense’ granted by the rules. But now, these rules had become the biggest joke in the face of those sandbag-sized fists. Every punch the drunkard threw carried a strange ’penetrating force.’ That force completely ignored surface defense, drilling directly into the bone crevices, shaking the brain marrow, and bombarding the internal organs.

”Roar---!!!”

The giant lion let out a painful and furious roar. It was scared. This fear originating from the depths of its Soul forced it to use its trump card.

Since physical means can’t kill you, then I’ll use magic.

Since your hide is too thick to damage, I’ll burn you to ashes!

The giant lion’s originally dark gold mane instantly turned crimson, every strand of hair transforming into a tongue of flame spewing intense fire. The pores all over its body opened, no longer sweating, but instead gushing out thick, scorching, dark red magma with a strong smell of sulfur.

Boom!

The arena instantly turned into a sea of fire. This was not ordinary fire; it was the ’Purgatory Fire’ from the depths of the Netherworld, a divine flame capable of scorching Souls and melting rules.

The high temperature distorted space, causing even all the broadcast footage to shake violently and show static.

”Not good!” Qin Shuangyue exclaimed, her face turning pale. ”The energy readings are off the charts! At this temperature, even special alloys will vaporize in 0.1 seconds! Senior Wu Song, he...”

Long Yi also frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the stage.

How can a Mortal body withstand divine fire?

Above the clouds, the Western Gods, who had always remained aloof, finally regained a sliver of the superiority belonging to deities.

”Crude, physical Mortal shell.”

A grand voice echoed in the sky, filled with indifference and mockery: ”Eastern monkey, you still haven’t grasped what a ’God’ is. Pure power is meaningless in the face of rules. This is elemental-level stripping, a dimensional crushing.”

”In this Purgatory Furnace, no carbon-based life form can survive.”

However.

The next second, all the laughter of the Western Gods stopped abruptly, as if their necks had been grabbed.

In the center of the sea of fire.

The rolling magma had not only failed to burn the drunkard to death, but instead made him... more excited?

”Good... Good wine!”

Wu Song was enveloped in fire. The ragged gray cloth robe on his body had long since turned to ash, revealing a body covered in sinewy muscles as if cast from steel.

His originally bronze skin turned bright red under the baking of the fierce flames, even emitting a strange golden glow.

He completely disregarded the temperature capable of melting steel.

At this moment, he pressed down on the lion’s head with one hand, while his other hand frantically grabbed for strong wine in the Void Realm, tilting his head back to drink.

Gulp, gulp.

The strong wine burned his throat like a line of fire.

The first bowl, the second bowl, the third bowl!

The twelfth bowl!

The fifteenth bowl!

Wu Song tilted his head back and drank deeply. Before the wine even flowed into his stomach, it transformed into the purest energy, surging wildly through his limbs and bones.

With every bowl of wine swallowed, his Aura surged upward a notch.

The slightly hazy look in his eyes, previously caused by drunkenness, completely changed. Those were no longer the eyes of a drunkard; they were the eyes of an enraged Vicious Beast, a Demon God born only for slaughter.

[Warning! Unit ’Wu Song’s’ various stats have broken the threshold!]

[Skill ’God of Wine - Three Bowls Over The Ridge’ final stage — ’Drunken Slaughter’ mode activated!]

Until the eighteenth bowl of wine was poured down his throat.

Wu Song casually smashed the large bowl in his hand.

Crack!

The crisp shattering sound was clearly audible in the vast sea of fire.

”Refreshing!”

Wu Song let out a belch carrying sparks, then looked down at the giant lion struggling and spewing lava beneath him, a ferocious curve spreading across his lips.

”You beast, you’re quite considerate.”

”Knowing that your old man gets cold after drinking too much wine, you specially started a fire to warm me up?”

Warm up?

The global audience’s jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

This was divine fire capable of burning through space, and he was using it as heating!

”However...”

Wu Song’s tone shifted. His previously teasing manner instantly dropped to freezing point, and a Killing Intent like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood erupted from his pair of crimson eyes.

”Your grandpa’s wine has kicked in, and my limbs aren’t quite listening to orders.”

”I’ll borrow your thick skull to sober up your grandpa!”

Before the words faded,

Wu Song suddenly exerted force with both legs, clamping down firmly on the giant lion’s broad spine like a pair of iron pincers. No matter how the Nemean Lion rolled, roared, or spewed magma, he remained unmoved.

He didn’t use any flashy Moves.

It was the simplest thing—pressing the head!

His calloused, large hands gripped the giant lion’s upper and lower jaws, which were still trying to spew fire, and forcibly clamped them shut.

”Ugh---!!!” The giant lion’s eyes widened in terror. The magma in its mouth was forced back down, scalding its throat until smoke rose.

Immediately after.

Wu Song raised his right arm high, his muscles bulging like mountains, veins popping out like angry Dragons.

This punch gathered the entire Evil Qi of the Liangshan heroes, and the arrogance of the Human Race over a thousand years of ’disrespecting gods and demons.’

”Take this!”

Boom---!

The first punch slammed fiercely into the giant lion’s jaw.

Accompanied by a bone-grinding crack, the jawbone of the supposedly indestructible Divine Beast instantly suffered a comminuted fracture. Several bloody fangs shot out, resembling daggers embedding themselves into the stage.

The giant lion wailed. Its proud flames showed signs of extinguishing in the face of this absolute violence.

But this was only the beginning.

Wu Song didn’t give it a chance to breathe. Using the recoil force, his left arm whipped like a whip and swung around again.

”Is this the so-called Western Divine Beast?”

Bang!

The second punch struck directly at the lion’s left eye, precise and unparalleled.

Splash!

The eyeball burst. The punch force penetrated the body, directly churning the core of the still-burning divine flame into pieces. Dark gold Divine Blood, mixed with brain matter and magma, spurted out of the eye socket, splashing all over Wu Song’s face.

He didn’t wipe it off.

Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. The expression on his face grew even more manic, like an Asura crawling out of Hell.

”Not durable! Too fragile!”

”With such meager ability, you dare to call yourself a king in front of your old man?!”

The Nemean Lion was now completely limp.

Its consciousness was blurred, its core shattered, its arrogant Divine Might long dispersed, leaving only the twitching of biological instinct.

Above the clouds.

Those Western Gods who were originally waiting to watch a good show were now ashen-faced, dead silent.

Lost?

It was over just like that?

Even the main Gods on Mount Olympus had iron-blue complexions at this moment. Their proud rules, defenses, and magic seemed as fragile as paper in front of this Eastern madman.