679 Dragonfist Sect
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Deafening sonic booms blasted out over and over as two opponents exchanged a barrage of physical attacks. One of the fighters was a human youth, who was clearly a body cultivator, while the other fighter was a Barbarian genius. Each of their punches contained the same power as an essence cultivator battle art, and the collisions between their fists and feet shook and fractured the land beneath their feet.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Nearby, two other battles were taking place, also between a human body cultivator and a Barbarian genius. The fights were equally ferocious as all six fighters fought with the intent of claiming their opponent’s life.
All three human youths wore bright green sets of scaled armor which made them look quite impressive. They were from the Dragonfist Sect, a body cultivation sect of the Honorable Alliance, which was also the strongest body cultivator sect within the alliance.
They all had bodies bulging with powerful muscles, and each had a set of long black hair which flowed wildly behind their heads, making them look a bit savage. The two distant youths had Late Heaven Tribulation cultivations, while the strongest youth had a Peak Heaven Tribulation cultivation, equal to his opponent.
“Thousand Dragonfist Destruction!” the strongest youth yelled out in rage as he punched out towards his Barbarian opponent. His aura flared out with absolute power as he clearly utilized his ultimate battle art.
His fists became a blur as an endless barrage of successive punches blasted out upon his opponent, who crossed his arms before his body to defend against the blow.
Each fist seemed to take the form of a dragons head as it slammed onto the Barbarian, not giving him a second to collect himself and counterattack. The barbarian collapsed to his knees under the awe-inspiring barrage of fist attacks, and his body was quickly burrowed deep into the earth as the Dragonfist Sect youth did not relent at all.
The ground continued to fracture, creating deep chasms that stretched for hundreds of yards in each direction. The two fighters disappeared from sight, leaving the four others to continue their battle. The four other fighters fought with equal intensity, although the human youths were having a much worse time.
They were both losing their battles, and quite brutally, with both doing their absolute best just to keep their lives intact. Each punch from their Barbarian opponent was like a mountain falling onto them, almost too much to bear even for their tremendously powerful bodies.
Explosive blasts continued to sound out from deep within the earth before eventually stopping a while later. A figure suddenly shot out from within the earth and landed heavily on the ground. In his hand was the severed head of his Barbarian opponent; a head that was as large as half his body.
The two distant Barbarian youths looked on with cold shock at the sight of their dead friend, and erupted with furious rage as they increased the might of their attacks. The strongest human youth scoffed as he dashed towards his nearest ally to help them win their fight.
Boom!
The ground before the youth exploded, causing him to come to a sudden stop as he stared forward with his guard raised while the dust settled and faded away. Another Barbarian youth had appeared before him, who looked at the human youth with a look of intrigue as well as disappointment.
“What’s your name?” the Barbarian genius asked respectfully.
“Gorran,” the human youth replied with narrowed eyes.
“Gorran? I’ve heard of you,” the Barbarian replied, his voice deep and rumbling. “You’re rumored to be the strongest body cultivator within the Honorable Alliance.”
“And how do you know that?” Gorran replied coldly.
“Because I killed one of your sect members earlier, and he threatened me with death by your hand as he died,” the Barbarian genius replied, “he said something about you being number seven on some list. Clearly that position of yours was well earned.”
“Die!” Gorran erupted with fury as he heard the Barbarian genius speak of killing his fellow sect members. He appeared before his opponent and unleashed a fist attack with all his might.
Bang!
Gorran’s fist slammed against the outstretched hand of the Barbarian genius, the collision creating a defeating sonic boom that fractured the already ravaged land. Gorran’s eyes widened as he noticed his opponent had not been injured at all, and had not even been knocked back a single inch.
“Impossible!” Gorran muttered with shock. While the attack had not been his ultimate attack, it was still backed by his full physical strength.
“You’re quite strong,” the Barbarian genius praised before shaking his head in disappointment, “but you dishonor yourself and the path of a body cultivator. You intended to interfere with a death battle of the other warriors. You are not worthy to tread this path.”
“And who are you to decide such a thing?” Gorran erupted with further fury, once again appearing before his opponent.
Thousand Dragonfist Decimation!
His fists blasted out without reserve, each fist taking the form of a dragons head and exploding with absolute power onto the Barbarian youth. Just as before, the overwhelming battle art blasted the Barbarian opponent deep into the earth as both fighters disappeared from sight.
The ground continued to tremble from deep within, and eventually returned to calm silence just as before as well. A lone figure soon emerged from the ground, carrying a severed head just as had happened before. His body was riddled with several deep wounds, indicating the furious intensity of the battle that had occurred deep within, but the figure still had vibrant vigor, as if the wounds did not affect him at all.
The two other Barbarians quickly made their way over to the figure, as both had successfully defeated and slain their opponents. They stared at the severed head for a moment, before looking at the lone figure.
“Zulos Stonefist,” both of them greeted Zulos, who stood there with Gorran’s severed head in his hand.
“You both fought well,” Zulos praised them, before a disappointed expression appeared on his face as he stared at Gorran’s severed head. “Sadly, this is the best challenge the Honorable Alliance can offer us. He put up a good fight, but was not able to push me to the edge of defeat that I desire.”
Disappointed looks also appeared on the faces of the two other Barbarians, who looked at Zulos for what to do next. As the strongest genius of their Barbarian Race, his words reigned supreme.
“Let’s go,” Zulos’s deep voice boomed out once again as he started to walk deeper into the temple realm, “perhaps there are others within this realm that can give us a good fight.”