Chapter 1115, The Raging Thunderous Tiger Fist

Translator: Silavin

 

*Boom!*

 

The moment his words ended, Li Shan took a step forward, and the powerful wave of Yuan Energy within him swept outward without the slightest restraint.

 

Only now did he finally understand that this Junior was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.

 

Yet even so, he was confident that as long as he unleashed his full strength, he could absolutely suppress him with ease.

 

Sensing the fluctuation radiating from Li Shan’s body, below the Blood Boulder Platform, a playful smile tugged at the corners of Xiang Linzi’s mouth.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

As that step landed, the hard surface of the Blood Boulder Platform beneath Li Shan’s foot sank inward by a small portion, leaving behind a faint afterimage in his former position, while his True Body became a streak of stunning light, hurtling toward Qin Yichen.

 

In barely an instant, Li Shan had appeared directly before Qin Yichen with a single flash. His gaze was cold and sharp, and one iron fist, carrying a staggering murderous aura, came hammering down toward Qin Yichen with terrible force.

 

The fist had yet to land, but the gale it generated had already set Qin Yichen’s robes *cracking* loudly, and the rubble on the ground went rolling in all directions.

 

It was clear he intended to settle Qin Yichen with a single blow.

 

Watching this, the complexions of the countless onlookers around them changed. Li Shan’s fearsome name was truly well-earned. Such an assault, even a Late Stage Martial Ancestor, might not dare to meet head-on.

 

As for the young man who had dared provoke Li Shan, having come through Li Shan’s casual earlier blow unscathed, whether he possessed the strength to withstand this strike remained to be seen.

 

And under the gaze of all those eyes, faced with a blow sufficient to gravely injure a Late Stage Martial Ancestor, the smile on Qin Yichen’s face remained light and easy, without the faintest hint of fear.

 

As that fist, large as a cooking pot, came bearing down, his own palm suddenly clenched hard, driving forward to meet that hammering iron fist directly.

 

*Clang!*

 

In the instant of impact, the wide Blood Boulder Platform seemed to shudder fiercely. Below the point of collision, crack after crack spread outward like a spider’s web across the hard surface of the Blood Boulder Platform.

 

All at once, rolling clouds of dust exploded upward, and through them all could see that both figures had been sent shooting backward.

 

The first to enter everyone’s line of sight was Li Shan, standing at a distance, his face now twisted with something ferocious.

 

“Where’s the opponent?!”

 

“Did he fail to block it?”

 

“He was far too arrogant, daring to meet Li Shan’s punch head-on like that.”

 

“It was Li Shan’s speed that was too fast. That Early Stage Martial Ancestor Junior had simply no way of dodging it.”

 

Watching Li Shan’s figure, a clamour of voices erupted immediately.

 

Below the stage, Mei Ler’s slender hand tightened again, her beautiful eyes filled entirely with anxiety.

 

Countless gazes converged upon the place where the dust still billowed. Could that young man have withstood Li Shan’s savage blow?

 

Under the watch of those countless eyes, the dust and smoke there finally began to dissipate slowly, and as it cleared, the scene within became gradually more visible.

 

Across the ground, a fierce crack spread outward, and at the far end of that crack, the faint silhouette of a figure could be made out, standing still within it.

 

“He withstood it!?”

 

Watching that figure, more than a few people cried out involuntarily in disbelief, a look of utter incredulity flooding gaze after gaze.

 

Li Shan’s punch just now had held nothing back whatsoever. Even an ordinary Late Stage Martial Ancestor meeting that blow head-on would likely have sustained grave injury.

 

Yet the figure standing at the end of that crack, though dishevelled somewhat by the fierce gusting wind, bore not a single injury, and those with sharper perceptions even noted that the aura about him showed not the faintest sign of disruption.

 

On one side of the Blood Boulder Platform, Mei Ler’s beautiful eyes flashed with a gleam of surprised delight as she watched that slender figure within the platform, and at the same time she quietly let out yet another breath of relief.

 

“It really is getting more and more interesting.”

 

Below the battle stage, Xiang Linzi narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling faintly.

 

“An Early Stage Martial Ancestor capable of receiving one of Li Shan’s punches, this young man’s strength is quite impressive,” said Xiong Xiong beside him, a flicker of genuine astonishment crossing his eyes. These words were, in their way, heartfelt.

 

After all, they knew Li Shan, their old rival, far too well. That last blow was dished out with absolutely no mercy, and even they, back when they had been at the Early Stage Martial Ancestor Realm, would never have dared to take such a blow straight on.

 

“Is that all you got?”

 

Amidst the stunned gazes around him, Qin Yichen dusted off his robes as though nothing particular had occurred, and a voice brimming with mockery rang out in answer.

 

At those words, mocking glances immediately flew toward Li Shan across the way.

 

Twice now, stopped cold by an Early Stage Martial Ancestor Junior, Li Shan had without question lost an enormous amount of face. He who had originally intended to use this occasion to establish his dominance had clearly kicked against a very hard nail indeed.

 

“Junior, you have genuinely surprised me!”

 

Li Shan drew a deep breath, and the ferocity on his face slowly receded, replaced by a gravity that only arose when facing a true rival.

 

In the forceful collision just now, he had also faintly sensed the strength of the latter. Had his own reaction not been sufficiently swift, he would perhaps have been in an even sorrier state than the one before him.

 

“Even so, this is where it ends!”

 

As Li Shan’s voice fell, his two fists slowly clenched, and then an unusual force field began to ripple outward from around his body.

 

World Energy between Heaven and Earth stirred in this moment, howling about him like a hurricane, within which the faint sounds of thunder cracking and tigers roaring could be distantly heard.

 

Then Li Shan raised his right hand slightly, and every person present felt that the surrounding World Energy was being gathered, and abruptly began to surge and detonate, before flooding as torrents into his body.

 

“What is this!?”

 

In that instant, the pupils of Xiang Linzi and the others contracted sharply, their expressions growing faintly grave.

 

“The Raging Thunderous Tiger Fist!”

 

“He really has been hiding well. To think he had already cultivated this to level!”

 

Raging Thunderous Tiger Fist, a technique with power fearsome beyond measure. This was the signature technique that had made the greatest expert of the Giant Spirit Race standing behind Li Shan famous.

 

Through the sea of people on all sides, silence descended. Though they lacked the discerning eye of figures like Xiang Linzi, they could still sense the extraordinary and dangerous energy contained within that tremendous concentration of World Energy.

 

On the Blood Boulder Platform, watching Li Shan, whose very body had begun to swell slightly from the flooding World Energy, Qin Yichen’s expression grew faintly grave.

 

From the latter’s body, he sensed something that was equivalent to a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor.

 

[A Mid Stage Martial Ancestor possessing a technique of this calibre. The outside world is truly eye opening.]