Chapter 190: Beating You to Your Knees

After one punch, Zuo Zhicheng’s entire body turned red and hot, as if scalded by steam. Sweat poured out, and his skin reddened and cracked.

On the other side, Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s face turned somewhat pale, and his whole body couldn’t help but tremble. But the worst part was the sensation in his body under Zuo Zhicheng’s violent assault—it felt as if he had been run over by a truck.

His entire body felt numb, the back of his head throbbed, and his bones crackled as if they might break at any moment.

Just as he was struggling to catch his breath, a chill shot up to the crown of his head. Zuo Zhicheng, despite his severe burns and bleeding wounds, ignored his injuries and struck again with another palm strike aimed directly at Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s head.

This palm strike felt like an iceberg falling from the sky, as if even the air had been compressed into something solid.

From the very beginning, Zuo Zhicheng knew that being surrounded by three Dharma Kings made any thought of testing, dodging, or escaping wishful thinking. In such a situation, he had to go all out from the start—using the most brutal means, even at the risk of serious injury—to take down one of them. Only then would he have a chance to escape or even achieve victory.

The fierce wind accompanying Zuo Zhicheng’s fist made Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s clothes flap loudly. Without time to think, Dharma King Zhuan Lun raised his hands, and a sun-like glow rose from between his palms, as if he were lifting the sun itself.

Legend had it that in ancient times, the sunrise each day was the sun god “Mang” lifting the sun into the sky.

But how big and heavy is the sun? Lifting it with both hands—what kind of intent was that? How much power could it unleash? Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s face turned red to the extreme, and the muscles in his arms and legs swelled and twitched, almost to the point of tearing his skin.

There was no testing, no dodging. Zuo Zhicheng intended to kill one of them before the three could fully surround him.

Faced with Zuo Zhicheng’s desperate assault, Dharma King Zhuan Lun had no choice but to unleash all his power.

He knew that in such an attack, it was either kill or be killed.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided again. Zuo Zhicheng’s arm was now torn and covered in blisters and pus. Dharma King Zhuan Lun didn’t fare much better—his face turned cold and purple. However, thanks to the advantage of his Power of Mind and Spirit, his frostbite was far less severe than Zuo Zhicheng’s burns.

But Zuo Zhicheng’s strike was not just about Power of Mind and Spirit; more terrifying was the unimaginable brute force behind it.

With a startled cry, Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s legs went weak and numb under the pressure of Zuo Zhicheng’s palm. He was forced down to his knees.

His knees hit the ground with a loud thud. Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s face was filled with fury.

Having roamed the martial world for so many years, when had he ever been forced to his knees like this? Even though Zuo Zhicheng’s injuries were no less severe, kneeling was an unprecedented humiliation for any martial artist.

At that moment, unprecedented shame and rage overwhelmed Dharma King Zhuan Lun.

Zuo Zhicheng’s punches and palm strikes shattered Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s once-proud demeanor, trampling his dignity as a martial artist into dust.

But Dharma King Zhuan Lun was, after all, a seasoned veteran. Despite the turmoil in his heart, his movements showed no weakness. Almost as soon as he knelt, he used the force of the palm strike to pull back, sliding backward as if on ice.

“This freak—I must not face him head-on again. I have to use my Power of Mind and Spirit to attack from a distance and wear him down.”

That was the only thought in Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s mind. But as he retreated less than half a meter, a flash of light passed by, and he felt a slight warmth on his neck.

No matter how fast he retreated, he couldn’t outrun light.

From the very beginning, Zuo Zhicheng had decided to go all out to kill one of them, even if it meant suffering severe injuries.

Besides his martial arts, his current methods of attack included the Cold Light Rippling Sword and the Divine Light Sword. In a one-on-one fight under normal circumstances, he would have chosen to use the Cold Light Rippling Sword to slowly wear down Dharma King Zhuan Lun, aiming for a flawless victory.

But now, ambushed by three, delaying and allowing them to surround him would be the worst outcome. So he chose to engage in direct martial combat—both to lull his opponent and to create an opening.

The Divine Light Sword lasted only seven seconds. Once used, it had to succeed.

When Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s attention was fully focused on Zuo Zhicheng’s fist and he began to retreat…

When his mind was agitated, his physical condition declined, and his energy and blood churned under Zuo Zhicheng’s strikes…

An opening appeared.

The light sword flashed in Zuo Zhicheng’s hand and vanished in an instant. In a span of time too short for the human brain to react, it cut through more than half a meter of air and swiftly slashed toward Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s neck under Zuo Zhicheng’s control.

On the other side of the battlefield, as Zuo Zhicheng roared, “Strike!” Dharma King of Destruction was attacked by Lin Ganghao.

A series of clinking sounds rang out continuously as Lin Ganghao repeatedly slashed at Dharma King of Destruction’s iron-gray skin with his army knife. But it was like cutting into steel—aside from a shower of sparks, it had no effect.

Dharma King of Destruction simply waved his hand as if swatting a fly. With a gust of wind, Lin Ganghao was sent flying back more than ten meters.

Though unsuccessful, Lin Ganghao’s attack bought time for Qingyue Qiu and Tang Xianghui.

Tang Xianghui carried Qingyue Qiu on her back and ran far away. This was to distance Qingyue Qiu from the battlefield so she could calmly use her Dao Arts to attack.

So, just as Lin Ganghao retreated, fourteen white shadows rushed toward Dharma King of Destruction from all directions.

The strong alkaline substance contained in the Shadow Guard was enough to kill an adult instantly and cause extreme pain.

But this time, when the Shadow Guard lunged at Dharma King of Destruction, there was no heat, no corrosion—not even a mark was left.

“There’s something wrong with his skin,” Qingyue Qiu frowned, realizing the issue.

Indeed, Dharma King of Destruction was one of the few experts in the world who practiced both Dao Arts and Martial Arts. The Life Grove he possessed was called “Indestructible,” and the Dao Art he cultivated was known as the “Indestructible Diamond Body.”

He could absorb carbon and iron in his daily life and, through his pores, secrete a layer of armor made of iron and diamond mixture on his skin.

This resulted in him carrying a heavy load in daily life, making his movements somewhat slow. But it also gave him nearly impenetrable defense and astonishing explosive power.