You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 301 - 253: World-shaking Mighty Fist (Thanks to ’I am a reader’ for the alliance leader reward)

Chapter 301: Chapter 253: World-shaking Mighty Fist (Thanks to ’I am a reader’ for the alliance leader reward)

Before Wang Yin’s voice had fully landed, his semi-automatic spellcasting had already been activated, and divine light emanated down from the heavens, enveloping his body.

But in the next moment, a disturbance jolted through the Divine Power Network, and Wang Yin felt his connection with the network severed; the semi-automatic scripts he relied on ceased functioning.

The eight layers of divine radiance originally behind his head flickered like faulty neon lights and, after a few flashes, slowly dissipated.

The colossal dragon formed by the raging wind, originally crouching at his feet, also twisted violently before disintegrating back into gusts of wind, swirling across the lands, kicking up sand and stones all over.

Without the support of the raging wind dragon, Wang Yin, who had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly plummeted towards the ground like a meteor.

Feeling the strong gusts blowing at him, and the ground expanding rapidly in his vision, there was no hint of panic on Wang Yin’s face—only arms crossed over his chest, accelerating his descent.

Internally, he mused, "Has the True God on the other side temporarily blocked the network here?"

Yet Wang Yin knew that such a blockade wouldn’t last long; the True God on his side would surely be working hard to restore the Divine Power Network, and soon enough, his semi-automatic scripts would be operational again.

Furthermore...

"Even without talismans and divine power, what difference does it make?"

Seeing Zhang Yu charging swiftly towards his falling trajectory, Wang Yin sneered, "Do you think that without talismans, you can contend with me?"

With a thunderous roar, Zhang Yu leapt forth, his whole body exploding with Formless Cloud Gang Qi, accompanied by a cacophony of dragon and elephant roars, as he struck a palm towards Wang Yin.

The terrifying force seemed to drain the surrounding air dry, and intense winds swept outward, clearing a massive cloud of dust.

But facing Zhang Yu’s strike that surpassed the limits of Qi Refinement, Wang Yin neither dodged nor evaded. In mid-air, he formed a fist seal, slightly bent his elbow, and with a booming punch, clashed forcefully with Zhang Yu’s palm.

Logically speaking, as Wang Yin fell from the sky, he had no ground to leverage against, while Zhang Yu surged forward with built-up momentum and clearly held the advantage.

Yet with the collision of fist and palm, with a loud bang, torrents of energy exploded from their impact point. Zhang Yu felt his bones creak as though ground by shock waves repeatedly.

For a brief instant, Zhang Yu paused in mid-air before crashing back to earth with a thunderous boom, creating a sizable crater upon impact.

This outcome didn’t surprise Zhang Yu; he never expected to resolve the fight with a single blow. This strike, taking advantage of Wang Yin’s precarious footing, was merely his probe of the opponent’s strength.

As he landed, Zhang Yu had already assessed Wang Yin’s data: "Physical strength surpasses mine, but level of mana output isn’t much higher."

Meanwhile, Wang Yin calmly stood on solid ground, arms crossed, and casually remarked to Zhang Yu, "Your mana has improved considerably, but your physical strength hasn’t seen much enhancement. It seems you must have utilized something akin to a Qi Sea Heavenly Spirit Root during your Foundation Establishment, right?"

"So now, are you perhaps thinking that after I self-destructed my cultivation, the mana I retained is not much higher than yours, and only my physical strength is superior? Do you think you have a shot against me?"

Zhang Yu scoffed, "You talk too much."

Simultaneously, Zhang Yu’s Qi Sea Spirit Root began to operate at full capacity, crazily absorbing the spiritual mechanism within a hundred meters to replenish his mana expenditure.

With a thunderous crash, the Formless Cloud Gang Qi in his body exploded once more, and under its impact, the crater beneath him sunk further, fragmenting layer upon layer.

White waves formed by the Formless Cloud Gang Qi surged wildly from Zhang Yu’s body, enveloping the entire battlefield.

As the dense fog washed over his body, Wang Yin continued, "I gave you a chance to confront me in this move, but it’s just a test to gauge your current worth, to see if you’re suited for being preserved fresh or frozen."

"But as for the real battle..."

In the dense fog, Zhang Yu’s silhouette suddenly emerged, with a palm carrying the roar of dragon and elephant, striking fiercely towards Wang Yin’s back.

Yet in response to Zhang Yu’s attack, Wang Yin remained motionless but was surrounded by blood shadows.

Each of these blood shadows bore twisted faces, wailing and screaming as they blocked Zhang Yu’s palm.

With every inch of progress Zhang Yu’s palm made, a dozen blood shadows shattered, with the resulting blood light forming masses of resistance, as if layers upon layers of flesh were blocking his way.

The further Zhang Yu advanced, the more he compressed the blood light, feeling an increasingly terrifying resistance.

Eventually, after advancing five inches, the dense blood light utterly exhausted the force of his blow.

Wang Yin’s voice followed from behind the blood light, "You’re not even qualified to touch me."

Zhang Yu remained silent, unleashing another palm blow with explosive gusts towards Wang Yin, only to be blocked by the blood light once more.

Wang Yin said darkly, "This magic treasure of mine is the Netherworld Blood Shadow Cover, capable of refining souls into blood shadows to protect my body."

"Each blood shadow can withstand an attack at the peak of Qi Refinement."

"I’ve purchased tens of thousands of mortal souls here, refined them, and embedded them into this Netherworld Blood Shadow Cover. How long do you think it’ll take you to break through?"

"You damn..." Hearing Wang Yin’s words, Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed, saying, "This guy..."

"Is he advertising?"

To Zhang Yu, the fact that Wang Yin had leisure to introduce his magic treasure so clearly during a fight was clearly an advertisement for it.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "Are they really going to sell this Netherworld Blood Shadow Cover to people from the first floor?"

But Wang Yin ignored Zhang Yu and continued speaking to the hidden camera on his body: "Tens of thousands of living souls are quite valuable on the second floor; it would take a long time of work to afford them."

"But buying tens of thousands of living souls on the first floor is ten times cheaper."

"And that’s not even the cheapest price. Next time, I’ll show everyone a place on the first floor with even stronger purchasing power where living souls are the least valuable..."

Listening to Wang Yin’s words, Zhang Yu suddenly understood.

"This guy Wang Yin isn’t shooting a magic treasure commercial; he’s filming a video about the purchasing power of the first floor, advertising how cheap human souls and meat from the first floor are to those above..."

Thinking of this, an inexplicable anger welled up inside Zhang Yu, and the white remnants of the bull in his mind roared, making the Can Niu Soul Heart Technique run even more fiercely, causing the muscles and mana in his body to tremble and become increasingly active.

At the same time, on the other side, Wang Yin said calmly: "Alright, this battle should come to an end."

The next moment, a terrifying aura surged wildly from his body.

"No... it’s not an aura." Feeling the subtle changes in the other party, Zhang Yu’s expression changed slightly: "Is this Punch Intent?"

Zhang Yu, who had studied the Heavenly Martial Refining Heart Technique, knew that the so-called Punch Intent, like Sword Intent and Blade Intent, belonged to a type of martial arts intent, generally practiced through martial arts mental methods, with various mystical uses.

The martial arts intent cultivated through the Heavenly Martial Refining Heart Technique can put Zhang Yu into a fully focused state and accelerate his own reactions.

Under Wang Yin’s Punch Intent, Zhang Yu felt the spiritual mechanism of the entire battlefield start to become chaotic.

Especially as Wang Yin slowly made a fist, it was as if he wanted to grasp all the spiritual mechanism within a few hundred meters in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Yu felt the spiritual mechanism between heaven and earth suddenly thin several times, making it difficult for his Qi Sea Spirit Root to absorb it.

"Can Punch Intent achieve this level?"

Zhang Yu had never seen such a domineering Punch Intent, capable of directly interfering with the operation of the spiritual mechanism.

What Zhang Yu didn’t know was that the martial arts Wang Yin was currently displaying consisted of two techniques: a fist technique called ’World-Shaking Heroic Fist’ and a heart method called ’Emperor’s Imperial Heart.’

These two martial arts were originally created by an ancient emperor, using an emperor’s heart to control a domineering fist technique. When combined, they could unleash supreme Punch Intent.

But in today’s world, there are no more emperors, so where does one find an emperor’s heart? These two martial arts gradually fell into decline and were neglected.

Until decades ago, a descendant of this emperor improved the cultivation technique, using vast wealth to overturn a city and dominate all living things, finally forging an extreme Punch Intent.

At this moment, what Wang Yin displayed was a move called ’Heaven-Devouring Force.’

Once this force was released, it covered the battlefield within a few hundred meters with extreme Punch Intent, not only intimidating the opponent but also monopolizing up to 99% of the spiritual mechanism, preventing the opponent from recovering mana.

Wang Yin couldn’t monopolize 99% of the spiritual mechanism within a few hundred meters, but he did monopolize 70% of the spiritual mechanism, causing Zhang Yu to suddenly feel the spiritual mechanism thin and his mana recovery speed drastically decreased.

After the Heaven-Devouring Force move, Wang Yin held the fist seal and launched a punch aimed at Zhang Yu from a distance.

World-Shaking Heroic Fist—Spiritual Surge Force!

As Wang Yin’s Punch Intent surged, the 70% monopolized spiritual mechanism rapidly changed, concentrating rapidly over the area covered by his Punch Intent.

With the high concentration and expansion of the spiritual mechanism, a loud explosion ensued.

Suddenly... Zhang Yu felt as if an air bomb exploded violently in front of him, his head buzzing.

Seeing Wang Yin’s second punch about to continue, Zhang Yu mustered his strength, twisted his body, and the surrounding Formless Cloud Gang surged, and he leaped several meters away.

Boom!

The location where he had just stood exploded again, creating a large pit on the spot.

Then the booming sounds of explosions echoed continuously.

Every punch Wang Yin threw erupted like thunderous cannon fire, and the position locked by his Punch Intent burst out with a series of air waves.

With his unending Punch Intent bombardment, it was as if a giant beast was rolling back and forth in the thick fog, quickly dispersing most of the white Formless Cloud Gang.

This was partly due to Wang Yin’s Spiritual Surge Force being incredibly powerful and overbearing, smashing the Formless Cloud Gang everywhere.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu no longer maintained a large range of Gang Qi but chose to concentrate the Gang Qi to withstand Wang Yin’s Punch Intent.

Bam!

Feeling the explosion heading straight for him, Zhang Yu raised both hands, and as the Formless Cloud Gang surged, various protective cultivation techniques in his body activated. He trembled as he took the punch head-on within the explosion.

"I told you," Wang Yin said, punching continuously, each spiritual mechanism explosion sending Zhang Yu flying repeatedly.

"You don’t even have the right to get close to me."

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