Chapter 394: Chapter 393 Shi Sanquan
As Qin Tian took flight, his momentum was imposing and extraordinary. With the delivery of his punch, his soaring fighting spirit melded into it, as if this punch could shatter the heavens, let alone the ordinary brute standing before him.
Yet the Black Iron Tower warrior stood there, grinned, and laughed nonchalantly, raising his hand to throw a punch as well.
The Black Iron Tower warrior’s punch seemed casual, looking extremely ordinary as he merely lifted his fist.
However, as the Black Iron Tower warrior’s fist gradually rose, a shocking momentum surged upward with his fist.
In an instant, the force of the Black Iron Tower warrior’s punch matched Qin Tian’s, and in the blink of an eye, it surpassed Qin Tian’s. Further on, the power of the Black Iron Tower warrior’s punch was like a roaring ocean, crashing towards Qin Tian.
Qin Tian, suspended in mid-air, was like a small boat tossed on the ocean, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
Seeing this, Qin Tian’s expression changed involuntarily. The opponent’s casual punch was on par with his full-strength strike, making the disparity immediately obvious.
But Qin Tian, having followed Wang Yan for a long time, had an ingrained refusal to admit defeat, especially the words “Where I go, who dares block” etched firmly in his mind.
Facing defeat, Qin Tian showed no signs of retreat. Instead, he shouted loudly, clenched his teeth, and charged down towards the Black Iron Tower warrior with even more ferocity.
However, the gap was too wide. As Qin Tian’s fist entered half a foot within the Black Iron Tower warrior, it felt like hitting into mud, advancing by even a fraction became extremely difficult, let alone striking the Black Iron Tower warrior.
Conversely, the Black Iron Tower warrior seemed at ease. His massive fist was already swinging toward Qin Tian, and it looked as though this punch would pulverize Qin Tian entirely.
Qin Tian was unwilling to concede but was powerless. Mountain Cannon and the others rushed towards Qin Tian, but were blocked three meters before the Black Iron Tower warrior by the immense pressure radiating from his fist, unable to advance further.
The Mountain Cannon group widened their eyes in agony, helplessly watching as the Black Iron Tower warrior’s punch descended towards Qin Tian.
Just as the punch was about to land, suddenly someone descended from above, grabbing Qin Tian and pulling him back, narrowly avoiding the punch.
Qin Tian, narrowly escaping death, breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking closely, he shouted with surprise and joy, “Boss!”
It turned out, the one who descended from the sky to save Qin Tian was Wang Yan.
Seeing Qin Tian being rescued, the Black Iron Tower warrior’s face darkened. The direction of his punch immediately changed towards Wang Yan.
Wang Yan’s expression also turned grave because he realized the Black Iron Tower warrior’s cultivation had reached Demon Master Great Perfection, just a hair away from breaking through to Demon King. Meanwhile, he was still a High-Tier Demon Master.
Despite the difference in level, the Black Iron Tower warrior’s combat power was evidently at the level of a Demon King.
Thus, seeing the punch coming his way, Wang Yan steadied himself, holding Qin Tian with his left hand and instantly swinging his right fist to meet the Black Iron Tower warrior’s punch.
The two fists collided in an instant.
A gigantic sound of impact burst out where the fists met, echoing like a thunderclap in the ears of everyone around, making their heads buzz as if their eardrums were about to burst.
Qin Tian, being closest, felt dizzy and instantly lost consciousness. His hand, which was holding Zhao Xinyao, loosened, and Zhao Xinyao fell to the ground.
After a moment, Qin Tian regained consciousness, but Zhao Xinyao had already landed at the feet of the Black Iron Tower warrior.
As the punch landed, Wang Yan was abruptly thrown backward, tumbling several meters away before stumbling to the ground.
As his feet hit the ground, the blue bricks beneath him shattered immediately.
Despite that, Wang Yan couldn’t halt his retreat, and his feet kept stepping back, shattering a brick with each step, until he had shattered over a dozen bricks and finally steadied himself.
Wang Yan glanced at the Black Iron Tower warrior, seeing that he only swayed slightly and remained untouched.
Wang Yan took a sharp breath. The Black Iron Tower warrior’s cultivation was secondary, but his punching power was incredibly formidable, possibly no less than a Demon King’s.
The Black Iron Tower warrior seemed unfazed by the punch. He bent down, helped Zhao Xinyao up, and said, “Little Junior Sister, Third Senior Brother is here to save you.”
Zhao Xinyao had witnessed Black Iron Tower warrior’s punch knocking Wang Yan down. Filled with joy, she jumped up, hugged the Black Iron Tower warrior’s thick arm, and said in a coquettish voice, “Third Senior Brother, you have to avenge me. This Wang Yan… wanted to bully me.”
The Black Iron Tower warrior opened his mouth wide, laughed heartily, and said, “Simple, everyone here must die today.”
Wang Yan set Qin Tian down, stepped forward three paces, looked at the Black Iron Tower warrior, and said, “Alright, let’s see if you have the skill.”
The Black Iron Tower warrior said, “Though you have some skill being able to take my punch, do you know I have a nickname called Shi Sanquan, meaning within my three punches, no one has ever survived. The punch earlier counts as the first. I still have two punches, and these two will definitely kill you.”
Wang Yan’s eyes widened, a cold light shining as he said, “Fine, then let me experience your three punches.”
Shi Sanquan chuckled and said, “Actually, dealing with you won’t even need three punches, one is sufficient.”
With that, Shi Sanquan stepped forward with a mighty stride, his foot stamping down on the blue bricks.
Instantly, the brick beneath Shi Sanquan’s foot turned to powder, and the surrounding bricks cracked, lines of fractures spreading rapidly in all directions. In just a moment, all the blue bricks in the alley were reduced to dust.
No one expected the power of Shi Sanquan’s step to be so terrifying.
Wang Yan hurriedly gestured and said to the eight behind him, “Retreat from the alley.”
The eight knew staying would only hinder Wang Yan, so they quickly retreated.
At this moment, Shi Sanquan’s second step came forth. With this step, his fist was raised, and this punch, unstoppable, was like a crushing wave smashing downward.
As the punch descended, Shi Sanquan’s laughter echoed throughout the alley, “This punch of mine once killed seven Demon Kings. Wang Yan, even if you die today, it’s not in vain!”