Strongest War Emperor

Guan Gong doesn’t open his eyes. When he does, it is to kill.

At Shen Lang’s level, he could completely hide his presence and restrain his aura.

Especially with the use of the Breath Concealing Technique, he was like a sheathed sword, not revealing the slightest hint of his edge!

But when he suddenly charged out at full speed and threw a punch at Drunken Thousand Cups, his entire demeanor changed in an instant!

The once calm and gentle man instantly transformed into an unsheathed Demon Saber!

Arrogant and domineering!

Twisting his body, striding forward, crouching, dropping his shoulder, turning his waist...

"Burst!"

Shen Lang’s movements were as smooth as flowing water. Although it looked like a very direct punch, his entire body coordinated with it, mobilizing every single muscle!

His body’s Thunder Power was infused into it, and he even drew upon the strength of his Celestial Demon Power and Chaos Divine Body.

This punch integrated the essence of the many Fist Techniques the War Emperor had learned, making it the most suitable Fist Technique for a Power Element Martial Artist.

The moment he threw the punch, he had already sealed off all of Drunken Thousand Cups’ escape routes!

Moreover, he had already calculated every possible move and variation Drunken Thousand Cups might make!

Most importantly, the target of this punch was the absolute weakest point on Drunken Thousand Cups’ Armor—a spot Shen Lang had identified with his Silver Eyes of Truth!

Aside from not using the devouring power of the Tai Chi Diagram, this was arguably the strongest punch Shen Lang could currently muster!

Drunken Thousand Cups was careless, but he couldn’t really be blamed.

No one would have believed Shen Lang possessed such ferocious power, nor that his speed could reach such a level!

"Junior, you’re courting death!"

Sensing the power in that fist, Drunken Thousand Cups felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

It was already too late to dodge.

Drunken Thousand Cups sneered inwardly. He simply puffed out his chest and met the attack head-on, concentrating his power there.

The gap in their Cultivation was an insurmountable chasm. Drunken Thousand Cups was confident he could take this punch and use the rebound force to shatter every bone in Shen Lang’s body.

BANG!

Shen Lang’s fist instantly slammed into Drunken Thousand Cups’ chest.

His bones didn’t break. Drunken Thousand Cups’ Armor did.

Drunken Thousand Cups’ dark green Armor let out a mournful cry as countless cracks instantly spread across it!

"This is impossible!"

Drunken Thousand Cups watched in horror as Hua Zhong and the others, who had been sitting and observing, shot to their feet in astonishment!

This Armor was Drunken Thousand Cups’ first line of defense! For it to match a Xuanwu Realm Second Heaven powerhouse, it had to be at least Spirit Level Fourth or Fifth Grade!

CRACK!

The stone slabs beneath Drunken Thousand Cups’ feet shattered. He retreated a step and swung a fist toward Shen Lang’s face.

But would Shen Lang give him the chance?

Before Drunken Thousand Cups could even gather power in his fist, Shen Lang’s hands struck out like lightning, landing six punches in an instant!

Every punch landed on the exact same spot!

The Armor’s weakest point!

BOOM!

The very moment Drunken Thousand Cups swung his right fist, the Armor on his body shattered and flew in all directions.

And Shen Lang’s seventh punch broke through his Spiritual Armor and slammed into his body!

This tactic was exactly the same as when he had destroyed Shen Daofeng’s Armor with a single finger—a direct strike at the weakest point!

The punch Drunken Thousand Cups had thrown stopped halfway, his right hand suddenly limp and powerless.

Shen Lang closed the distance, his fist smashing toward Drunken Thousand Cups’ face as fast as lightning.

AARGH!

Drunken Thousand Cups roared, leaning back and tilting his head to dodge the punch.

The wind from the fist whistled past his face. But before he could even feel a moment of relief, Shen Lang bent his arm and brought his elbow down with vicious force, aiming straight for Drunken Thousand Cups’ heart!

Because of his long sleeves, no one could see that Shen Lang’s elbow was covered in black scales; they could only faintly glimpse a few sparks of electricity arcing within.

A sharp gale of Powerful Qi formed at the tip of his elbow. Ferocious power gathered there, and a sudden peal of thunder exploded outwards, causing the faces of the surrounding crowd to pale!

BANG!

The elbow strike landed squarely on Drunken Thousand Cups’ chest.

As ripples of Powerful Qi spread out, the faint sound of bones cracking could be heard.

Something that stunned everyone happened. The physical toughness of a Xuanwu Realm Martial Artist was unimaginable, yet Drunken Thousand Cups’ eyes bulged, his face flushed red, and with a PUFF, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

’A Xuanwu Realm Second Heaven powerhouse was beaten until he coughed up blood by a sixteen-year-old Shen Lang, using just his fists and elbows?’

Everyone in the entire plaza was dumbfounded...

Drunken Thousand Cups’ body couldn’t withstand the ferocious force. He staggered and began to retreat.

But Shen Lang stuck close to him, slithering into Drunken Thousand Cups’ guard like an eel, twisting and turning relentlessly as he hammered punch after punch into his body.

The impacts landed with heavy thuds!

A blast of Powerful Qi washed over them!

Every muscle and joint in his body seemed to be alive, his movements nimble, swift, and bizarre!

He jabbed a finger into a pressure point on Drunken Thousand Cups’ chest. Without even pulling his hand back, he bent his arm and slammed a palm strike just below that same point!

Drunken Thousand Cups tried to counterattack, but the moment his arm moved, before his muscles could even exert force, Shen Lang had seized his joint and blasted a surge of Thunder Power into it, instantly numbing his entire arm!

When Drunken Thousand Cups finally found an opening and attacked with his right hand, Shen Lang shifted to his left, letting the punch miss his head. Seizing the momentum, Shen Lang jolted his shoulder forward, slamming his left shoulder into Drunken Thousand Cups’ chest!

Every part of Shen Lang’s body had become a weapon, attacking from strange and tricky angles with incredible speed.

He beat Drunken Thousand Cups so relentlessly that the man was frustrated to the point of coughing up blood, forced to retreat again and again.

Not only was it difficult to attack, but even blocking seemed pointless!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Shen Lang’s speed grew faster and faster, his power stronger and stronger.

For every ten punches he threw, at least seven landed on various pressure points across Drunken Thousand Cups’ body. Each of these points was a vital pathway for Spiritual Power circulation!

If one were to slow down his barrage of punches, they would see that his movements seemed to be drawing a Spirit Array Map!

The sequence of strikes on these pressure points formed a Restriction!

This Restriction tightly sealed Drunken Thousand Cups’ Spiritual Power, placing multiple obstacles along its vital pathways!

The remaining three punches were the true burst of Shen Lang’s power, infused with Thunder Power and Sword Intent, wreaking havoc on Drunken Thousand Cups’ meridians and numbing his nerves!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The great Drunken Thousand Cups, a Xuanwu Realm Second Heaven expert, was caught in an incomprehensible predicament by this strange, hurricane-like assault!

With his Spiritual Power circulation disrupted, he couldn’t execute his Cultivation Techniques, nor could he unleash his true power!

He could only rely on his physical strength to fight Shen Lang!

But in terms of physical strength, he was no stronger than Shen Lang.

While Shen Lang was in his burst state, Drunken Thousand Cups’ speed wasn’t much faster, and he was constantly entangled by him...

No matter how he dodged, or whether he tried to attack or block, he simply couldn’t stop Shen Lang’s fists.

Whether he advanced or retreated, he couldn’t land a blow on Shen Lang or even block his attacks!

It was as if Shen Lang had already calculated his every move with perfect clarity!

Shen Lang was pressed right against him, applying the Restriction punch by punch and preventing his Spiritual Power from circulating. He should have immediately retreated to a safe distance. Yet whether Drunken Thousand Cups tried to step sideways or leap back, for that brief time, Shen Lang stuck to him like a maggot on a rotting bone, like his very own shadow!

In the space of just three breaths, BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Drunken Thousand Cups had already taken more than forty punches, every single one landing solidly!

Each punch was fused with ferocious Thunder Power and an unimaginable Sword Intent!

The assault threw Drunken Thousand Cups’ blood and qi into turmoil, and the Spiritual Power in his body surged chaotically, completely out of control!

This state was remarkably similar to suffering a Qi deviation, the process of becoming a Fallen Demon!

If left unchecked, even without an external attack, an ordinary Martial Artist would lose half their life!

’How can a sixteen-year-old boy possess a Fist Technique this exquisite? How is this possible!’

An irrepressible fear rose in Drunken Thousand Cups’ heart.

BANG! BANG! BANG...

No matter how Drunken Thousand Cups changed his movements or dodged, Shen Lang’s fists would accurately strike his body from unbelievable angles!

Shen Lang moved with a bizarre footwork, his fists and feet lashing out, making Drunken Thousand Cups feel as if he were trapped in a swamp—completely unable to exert his strength or dodge, only able to take a constant beating!

’This is... this is fucking insane!’

Drunken Thousand Cups was a Xuanwu Realm Second Heaven powerhouse, and his own strength was not weak. In fact, Shen Lang’s Celestial Demon Body and Chaos Divine Body had only just been activated and hadn’t had time to mature. In terms of pure strength, he was actually a notch weaker than Drunken Thousand Cups.

But Shen Lang’s fists were fused with the Supreme Yang and Firmness of Thunder Power, as well as the Sword Intent he had only recently comprehended!

Moreover, he had integrated the War Emperor’s memories and combat experience!

With a bizarre Fist Technique that was the culmination of countless others, he completely saw through Drunken Thousand Cups’ next moves, seizing the initiative at every turn!

This set of Fist Techniques calculated the absolute limits of human capability, accounting for every ounce of strength and every bit of skill with the utmost precision, down to the most subtle fraction!

Furthermore, the Fist Technique integrated a Restriction, capable of sealing and disrupting the opponent’s internal Spiritual Power.

The Thunder Power also continuously ravaged and numbed Drunken Thousand Cups’ meridians.

All of this made Drunken Thousand Cups feel as if Shen Lang were his shadow, impossible to shake off no matter what he did!

Meanwhile, he himself felt like a drunkard, completely unable to muster any strength.

Combined with Shen Lang’s current speed, this chain of punches was like a ferocious storm, relentless and unending, giving Drunken Thousand Cups no chance to breathe!

’I can’t let this go on!’

Drunken Thousand Cups stomped his right foot hard on the ground, intending to retreat rapidly.

However, as expected, Shen Lang had predicted his every possible move...

The moment Drunken Thousand Cups focused his power into his right foot, Shen Lang’s foot had already stomped on his toes with incredible speed!

AWOO!

Drunken Thousand Cups let out a blood-curdling howl.

The stomp landed perfectly. Howling, Drunken Thousand Cups lost his balance and began to fall backward!

"Old dog, you sure can scream!"

Shen Lang seized the opportunity, once again smashing his elbow down toward the chest of the falling Drunken Thousand Cups!

Sensing the terrifying power contained in the blow, Drunken Thousand Cups’ face paled again as he subconsciously threw his right arm in front of his chest to block.

BANG!

Drunken Thousand Cups grunted. Under the immense Power, his falling body was slammed brutally onto the ground.

The bluestone slabs of the ground were sent flying, and dust billowed up everywhere!

After slamming Drunken Thousand Cups to the ground, Shen Lang didn’t pause for an instant. He immediately focused his Celestial Demon Power into his right foot, curled his toes slightly, and viciously kicked at the head of the downed man.

Even for Xuanwu Realm Powerhouses, the head was an extremely vulnerable spot. If this kick landed, he would be dead or crippled!