Chapter 132 - 104: Martial Arts Combined with Technology

Chapter 132: Chapter 104: Martial Arts Combined with Technology

His shoulders and back arched slightly before releasing like a taut bow. His entire body transformed into a massive battering ram, carrying a momentum capable of shattering mountains and splitting stones, as he smashed ruthlessly into Leopard One’s chest!

Mountain-Breaking Fist: Heaven-Shattering Strike!

"THUD!!!"

A muffled sound echoed—like striking a worn leather drum, or a heavy mallet ramming into earth. A shallow depression visibly caved into Leopard One’s silver-gray chest. Unable to maintain his balance, the massive figure staggered backward, leaving deep footprints in the flying dust with every step. Lu Jing’an followed like a shadow, his attacks continuous and surging like a mighty river, refusing to give his opponent even a moment’s respite!

He turned his fist into a palm, spreading his five fingers wide. A faint golden luster flickered in his palm—the manifestation of his Copper Skin technique in motion. As if dragging the weight of five great mountains, he slammed his palm onto Leopard One’s Baihui Acupoint. The opponent’s bald, gleaming head, shining with a cold metallic luster, was tilted forward from his staggering retreat!

"SMACK!"

A crisp yet heart-stopping sound of a slap rang out. It wasn’t the sound of bones breaking, but the bizarre noise of metal colliding with flesh and blood infused with immense power.

"CRACK!"

Leopard One’s knees buckled. Losing all control, he dropped heavily to his knees, smashing two small craters into the compacted yellow earth! Winding trails of blood simultaneously seeped from his seven orifices, streaking across his silver-gray skin. The glaring red formed an eerie, tragic contrast against the cold metallic gleam.

Lu Jing’an’s eyes were ice-cold. Before his previous force was fully spent, the palm pressing on Leopard One’s head suddenly clenched back into a fist!

Mountain-Breaking Fist Final Form: Mountain-Breaking!

When the fist landed, there was no thunderous boom, but rather a strangely muffled thud. Yet beneath this strike, Leopard One’s kneeling body suddenly stiffened, his eyes bulging wildly!

"POP! POP-POP-POP-POP!"

A series of dense, terrifying muted explosions erupted from deep within Leopard One’s chest, abdomen, and even his limbs, like a string of lit firecrackers! It was the Mountain-Breaking Force, Vibration Force, Bashing Force, and Slapping Force that Lu Jing’an had previously driven into his body. All the lingering, multi-layered power was now completely triggered, superimposed, and explosively detonated by the Mountain-Breaking form! It destroyed him from the inside out with overwhelming might!

The silver-gray luster on Leopard One’s bloated, iron-golem-like body rapidly receded like a fading tide, revealing the normal skin underneath—pale as paper, covered in horrific bruises and lacerations. The crimson in his bulging eyes completely dissipated, leaving only a deathly, lifeless gray. His massive frame shrunk like a deflating balloon, reverting to its original burly build, but he was now limp and unable to hold himself up.

"THUD..."

He fell face-first into the dirt, stiff as a board, kicking up a cloud of dust before falling completely still.

The wind swept across the ruined stage, lifting fine dust that slowly drifted away. Below the stage, there was a deathly silence. Everyone stood with their mouths agape and eyes wide, as if they hadn’t yet recovered from the lightning-fast battle—a fight with a contrast so massive it overturned their very comprehension. The expected tragic, protracted bloodbath never occurred. The seemingly invincible metallic monster had actually been defeated and annihilated so cleanly and decisively under the green-clad youth’s flowing yet peerlessly domineering barrage of attacks.

Lu Jing’an slowly withdrew his fist and stood with his hands by his sides. His breathing was steady and drawn-out; it seemed the thunderous assault hadn’t drained much of his energy. Only a few strands of hair on his forehead were slightly ruffled by the strong winds.

Lu Jing’an accepted a clean towel handed up at the perfect moment by a public security officer below the stage. He meticulously wiped his hands, from his slender fingers to his palms. Every movement was unhurried, carrying an elegance and aloofness that felt completely out of place amidst the tragic atmosphere of the scene.

After wiping them clean, he returned the towel and took the opportunity to smooth out his slightly rolled-up cuffs, covering his wrists. Lu Jing’an’s gaze didn’t even flick back to the silent corpse at his feet. It was as if it were merely dust he had casually brushed away. He raised his eyes, looking toward the faint, drifting clouds in the distant sky.

His calm voice rang out, clearly reaching the ears of every dumbstruck spectator: "It seems the Voiders’ bizarre tricks are merely superficial and impractical."

His casual evaluation felt like an invisible slap across the faces of those who still harbored illusions or fears regarding the Void World’s arts.

Only then did several soldiers from the Leopard Camp wake from their stupor. Letting out beast-like growls, they charged toward the stage with bloodshot eyes, intending to snatch back Leopard One’s corpse.

"Halt!"

The leader of the Public Security Bureau, flanked by two men, took a wide step forward and blocked the front of the stage like an iron tower. With his hand resting on the grip of the gun at his waist, his eyes were as sharp as knives. His voice was loud and unyielding: "Young Master Lu gave the order. If you want to carry the man away, you first have to pay for the stage he wrecked—every last cent!"

The chest of the Leopard Camp’s leader heaved violently, his teeth grinding audibly. His fierce gaze practically spewed fire. He glared fixedly at the public security officers for a moment before abruptly turning to the green-clad figure standing indifferently on the stage. Ultimately, the furious rage in his eyes was slowly devoured and submerged by a deeper, more indescribable chill and fear. His jaw clenched, but in the end, he couldn’t spit out a single word. Only the knuckles of his tightly clenched fists turned a sickly white.