As Asaman was sent flying, Xiao Jiu swiftly pursued, relentlessly swinging his fists, hammering away.
Bang!
Asaman took a punch to the chest.
Crack!
His sternum shattered.
Blood sprayed from Asaman’s mouth as he was thrown back once more.
“Go to hell!”
Xiao Jiu, his face full of killing intent, chased after him, intent on finishing Asaman off.
“Mani mani hum…”
Asaman silently chanted a spell, and his staff released another beam of white light.
The white light quickly enveloped Xiao Jiu.
Yet Xiao Jiu paid it no mind, charging through the light like a ferocious tiger, throwing a punch from a distance aimed at Asaman’s head.
In a desperate move, Asaman had no choice but to meet Xiao Jiu head-on. The two clashed, engaging in a life-or-death struggle.
“Boom!”
They fought fiercely.
Two blurred shadows collided rapidly, moving so fast that even experts like Qinglong and Qilin couldn’t track their movements.
“Too strong!”
Qinglong exclaimed, “If the Champion Marquis weren’t injured, that old bastard might not be able to hold him off.”
Qilin nodded in agreement, saying, “The Champion Marquis’s fists are terrifying. In his prime, I probably couldn’t even withstand a single punch.”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sounds of collisions rang out continuously.
Moments later, both figures were flung back.
Asaman’s white robe was stained with blood, and more trickled from his mouth, making him look rather dishevelled.
Xiao Jiu, on the other hand, was also coughing up blood incessantly.
Asaman wiped the blood from his lips and said, “Xiao Jiu, the world calls you the War God of the Northern Border, and in this priest’s view, you live up to the name.”
“Even with such heavy injuries, you still possess this level of combat strength. This priest is truly impressed.”
“But alas, your cultivation is inferior to mine, and with your injuries, you cannot escape death today.”
“By the way, this priest has never seen your fist technique before. What is it called?”
Asaman was curious.
Xiao Jiu’s fists were imbued with boundless dominance, exuding a terrifying aura and devastating attack power.
Most frighteningly, this fist technique could also enhance Xiao Jiu’s combat strength.
Xiao Jiu replied, “The technique I use is called Overlord Fist!”
Overlord Fist?
Asaman frowned. He had never heard of such a technique before today.
Xiao Jiu added, “I created it myself.”
Instantly, everyone was stunned.
“The Champion Marquis created such a terrifying fist technique himself? Truly… formidable beyond measure!”
Qilin’s face was filled with fervent admiration.
Throughout history, those who could create their own techniques were, without exception, martial arts geniuses.
Many martial arts grandmasters spent their entire lives unable to devise even a single move.
It was like modern calligraphers or painters striving to establish their own school—since ancient times, those who succeeded were exceedingly rare.
Xiao Jiu, only in his thirties, had already achieved a height most could never reach in a lifetime. He could only be described with four words—
Astonishingly brilliant!
Ye Wudi said with admiration, “Xiao Jiu is truly a peerless talent of our time. If he weren’t injured, that old bastard might not be able to withstand his fists.”
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, fully agreeing with Ye Wudi’s words.
Xiao Jiu indeed had the strength to challenge Divine List masters.
At this moment, besides admiring Xiao Jiu, Ye Qiu also realised that, despite his own significant increase in power and mastery of many trump cards, there was still a considerable gap between him and Xiao Jiu.
For instance, Xiao Jiu had cultivated three strands of true energy.
Xiao Jiu could create his own techniques.
These were things Ye Qiu currently lacked.
“I must work harder to catch up to Xiao Jiu’s level soon,” Ye Qiu silently motivated himself.
A trace of wariness appeared in Asaman’s eyes.
He had a strong premonition that if Xiao Jiu didn’t die today, the Brahmin would face catastrophic consequences in the future.
No matter what, Xiao Jiu had to be killed!
With that thought, Asaman declared loudly, “Xiao Jiu, unleash the full power of your Overlord Fist. This priest will give you one final chance.”
“Rest assured, this Marquis won’t disappoint you.” Xiao Jiu charged forward, his fists unstoppable, the air resonating with the sound of wind and thunder.
Three punches landed in succession.
Boom!
Asaman was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth.
Xiao Jiu pressed forward, his fists continuing to strike, exuding boundless dominance.
Another three punches.
Asaman was forced to retreat repeatedly.
Though Asaman’s cultivation was profound and he was a skilled head-lowering master, Xiao Jiu’s Overlord Fist was simply too terrifying.
In fact, when facing Xiao Jiu’s fists, Asaman felt an overwhelming sense of fear, as if he were no match.
“No wonder he’s called the Champion Marquis. He’s as ferocious as a champion. Such a man cannot be spared—he must die.”
“Besides, too many from the Brahmin have already died to kill him.”
As these thoughts raced through Asaman’s mind, Xiao Jiu’s fists came at him again.
Bang, bang, bang!
Xiao Jiu threw another three punches.
These three punches were ferocious beyond measure, tearing Asaman’s flesh and shattering his shoulder blade.
Blood flowed freely.
“Xiao Jiu, though you are strong, you cannot kill me.”
Asaman silently chanted a spell, and through some unknown method, his wounds began to heal at a visible rate.
Though not as fast as Ye Qiu’s innate energy, it was still impressive.
Ye Qiu keenly noticed this and said gravely, “This is bad. That old bastard has a secret technique to heal his wounds. At this rate, his injuries will recover soon.”
“We need to kill him before his wounds heal.” Ye Wudi, gripping the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, stepped forward.
Xiao Jiu, being the closest to Asaman, also noticed Asaman healing his wounds and raised his right fist high.
Three strands of true energy swirled around his fist.
A ferocious aura surged.
Everyone could feel the boundless dominance emanating from Xiao Jiu’s fist.
Then, Xiao Jiu moved.
He channelled all his strength into his right fist, leaped high into the air, and threw a punch aimed at the top of Asaman’s head.
This punch carried the full force of Xiao Jiu’s lifetime of power.
Asaman hurriedly swung his staff to meet the attack.
But when Xiao Jiu was still three metres away from AsamanDod, he suddenly collapsed from the air, his dominance vanishing instantly.
Xiao Jiu’s face was deathly pale, his entire being utterly depleted.
This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
Asaman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. “Champion Marquis, it seems the heavens want you dead. How could I defy their will? I’ll just have to send you on your way.”
Xiao Jiu was filled with unwillingness. He had created the thirty-six forms of the Overlord Fist, and this punch was the strongest. But because of his severe injuries and exhaustion, he failed to unleash its full power at the critical moment, leading to his failure.
“Perhaps the heavens truly want me dead!”
Xiao Jiu sighed inwardly, closed his eyes, and awaited death.
Asaman raised his staff, swinging it fiercely towards Xiao Jiu’s head. At that moment—
Boom!
A colossal blade aura descended from the sky, like a landslide or tsunami.
