The Favored Son of Heaven

Chapter 224: Defeat Superman with 37 Fists, Eighteen Dragons Gathering Clouds

Two simple words hit James’s heart like a clap of thunder.

He looked at Thomas, who had gone limp on the ground, and James felt like giving him a tight slap on his face.

“Hehe…” James forced laughter, “You’re strong, perhaps you’re even eligible for the strongest qualification among the East Asia recruits.”

“The strongest?” Du Peng sneered, shaking his index finger, “You’re wrong. I’m far more lacking than my elder brother.”

James only forced a smile. After witnessing Du Peng’s means, he did not want to talk too much and offend people. He did not want to fight now as the results of the battle would be unforeseeable.

Qin Fen took one step over to Du Peng’s position and looked at James, “Superman’s Power?”

James switched his attention to Qin Fen. A proud look appeared on his face. There were only a few young people in the entire Occident who could practice Superman’s Power. This required robust talent.

“That’s right!”

Qin Fen moved his neck slightly, “You said that we are sick men of East Asia, right?”

James glanced at Du Peng with hesitation. He took a deep breath and shouted, “Yes!”

“Alright!” Qin Fen’s body shook fiercely, “I’ll beat you up to become the Sick Man of the West today.”

James looked around at the glare of the surrounding people, his heart was full of heroic anger. He opened his arms and the Superman’s Power expanded rapidly. The dust under his feet drifted off the ground, “Come!”

Since things had gone to this stage, even though Du Peng wanted to proceed, he also wanted to fight!

Superman’s Power with six-star strength appeared in front of everyone.

Six-star? James was a six-star martial artist who was stronger than Thomas? Kyokushin Genichi and the rest were worried about Qin Fen.

Du Peng looked at Qin Fen with a slight hint of envy. Fighting with a martial artist of the same level was much more interesting than fighting with a five-star martial artist.

Qin Fen took a look at the dust drifting under James’ feet. He rarely faced an opponent whose pure force was equal to him since he started his career. He hoped that Superman’s Power would not be disappointing.

Six-star paleo martial art!

James looked at Du Peng and Qin Fen, with increasing disbelief in his eyes. This boot camp actually consisted of two six-star paleo martial artists! Which family are they from? They probably consumed more than just one or two Reborn Pills.

Qin Fen did the same as James and generated force directly with his feet on the ground. Dust drifted off the ground and surrounded his entire feet within a second.

James’s facial expression changed for the third time. His pupil shrunk into the size of a needle and had a hint of cold light twinkling inside. He kept guessing if this was Sumeru Power or Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. It was very likely that a man who reached the six-star realm at such a young age had taken a Reborn Pill for assistance.

Those who could afford the Reborn Pill would never practice paleo martial arts such as the Strength of Nine Oxes and Two Tigers, which was not of the top force series.

After this short distraction, James concentrated and stared at Qin Fen with some surprise. The moment when he distracted me was the best opportunity for him to attack, why did he…

“Is it weird?” Qin Fen smiled indifferently, “I want to defeat you when you are at your peak state, that’s all.”

James raised his hand to touch his shiny big bald head, “You want to prove that you’re not a Sick Man of East Asia this way?”

“Prove to you? You’re not qualified.” Qin Fen smiled contemptuously, “Whether or not East Asia is a sick man, the way you looked at Du Peng just now had already told everyone the answer.”

James’s ear muscle twitched. Du Peng had become a shadow in his heart unknowingly. Once his state of mind had been revealed, his shame turned his fear into anger.

“I’m afraid of Du Peng?” James’ nostrils expanded along with his eyes, “Let me beat you up first, then the Du Peng that you’re so proud of will be the next.”

Converting his fear into anger, the veins around James’ neck became visible. Both his hands were clenched into fists. The air sounded like a plastic bag that was filled with a gas burst, and he switched to the new Karate Sun Fist.

One of his shoulders contracted while the other stretched, his arms were in front of his head, showing a boxing posture. His spine was shaped like a dragon and released a strong force. He twisted his waist and set out a punch that seemed either like a straight punch or an uppercut, smashing towards Qin Fen’s head.

This Missile Fist was created by fusing boxing and ancient fist techniques. When James, who was almost two meters tall executed it, it was very much like an all-out strike of a Jungle Ranger.

Thick arms and fists penetrated the air, leaving a trace of airflow visible to the naked eye. It almost covered all possible leeway for Qin Fen, leaving him no choice but to fight hard.

Qin Fen’s right foot fell and shattered the ground together with his left foot. His body shape gave off the feeling of a “cannon stand”. His right arm went under his inner left arm and punch upwards straight from the bottom. A towering shot, as James wished.

Qin Fen, who had fought in several battles, executed this Soaring Cannon fist as if releasing a huge diameter cannon.

No one knew whether the missile or the cannon was more fierce in this hard battle.

Boom!

Two fists bumped into each other rigidly, producing a sound of flesh and bone impact. James had the advantage due to the size of Westerners’ bones — his fist was just slightly smaller than a wine jar.

Without using True Energy to transform his body, Qin Fen’s fist was undeniably smaller. However, he did not have any intentions of backing off at all.

James’s gaze changed again after one harsh attack. The Superman’s Power not only increased the strength of a martial artist to enable his bones to withstand tremendous blows but also to match with a corresponding tenacious art – Steel War Body!

It could be said that the Steel War Body was initially developed to serve Superman’s Power. Later, many martial artists who were not qualified enough to practice Superman’s Power turned to practice only the Steel War Body.

Regardless if it was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art or the Sumeru Power, James knew that these were paleo martial arts that were as strong and powerful as his. However, he could not accept that this paleo martial art opponent, who had equal strength, had the body hardness strong enough to withstand his blow!

This was because he actually felt pain in his fist after the punch!

“You gave me a punch, now it’s my turn.”

Qin Fen’s quiet voice entered James’ ear. It sounded like an evil spirit from hell telling him the most terrible news.

Soaring Cannon followed by a close attack of Forcing Hand Cannon!

This super close distance left James no way to dodge. The only thing he could do was the same thing as what Qin Fen did just now: face it directly.

The fist of Steel War Body carrying Superman’s Power smashed harshly into Qin Fen’s fist by using the Rock Breaking Fist of New Karate.

Boom…

The moment the sound of the smashing of flesh and bone was heard, the Level Heart Cannon with Qin Fen’s right hand had blocked James again without any hesitation.

Dodge? That is no longer possible.

James smashed it harshly again with his right fist that had not yet recovered from the pain from earlier.

The second and the third punch struck, James felt that the strength was much greater than the first two punches. His feet that were almost rooted to the ground seemed to be hit by a chariot and could no longer stand still. He retreated backward.

At the same time, the third punch sounded, Qin Fen’s left hand gave another Forcing Hand Cannon.

While retreating, James, who had not yet stabilized himself, raised his hand to resist hastily. Unlike the previous evenly matched punches, James was beaten by Qin Fen’s fist heavily!

Superman’s Power lost in terms of strength? How could it be? James had not recovered from the shock when the Level Heart Cannon had already started to pound relentlessly.

With no time to think, James ordered the regulator in his body to adjust data release to the maximum. A punch filled with anger counterattacked Qin Fen.

This time, the collision gave James a feeling like he was competing forces with a mobile armor. A Superman’s Power fist that had the biggest transmission released by the regulator eventually suffered a heavier loss than the fourth punch.

How come? James looked at Qin Fen, bewildered. He had not used his greatest strength yet? Did he take some medicine that was like the Berserker Pill?

Without giving time for him to figure it out, Qin Fen’s fists became like waves in the ocean, pounding continuously towards James.

James felt that Qin Fen’s strength grew a level higher after each collision as if his strength had no limit.

James retreated nearly one hundred meters after suffering thirty-five punches. He felt like a stray dog who was being chased by a human with a stick.

His fists that were strong enough to smash monument were now in pain even with a gentle touch.

The endurance of his bones seemed to reach its limit.

James could not understand. The opponent’s fists really did not feel pain at all? Was he actually hurt yet just clenching his teeth to persist? Or was his protective cultivation art incredibly special? Did he not feel pain at all?

Impossible! James took the thirty-sixth punch. He did not believe that Qin Fen’s fists were not in pain at all! As a paleo martial artist who reached six-star strength at such a young age, even if he put in all his energy, he could only refine one type of paleo martial art.

Even if he was the grandson of Song Wendong! Even if he could get the best protective cultivation art – Vajra Protection Art, he would have had no time to practice! He must be in pain too!

The smash of the thirty-seventh punch shook James’s confidence again. Since the beginning, Qin Fen’s every move gave a feeling of ease and relaxation.

For a person in this state, it was absolutely impossible for him to be feeling pain in his fists!

“Thirty-eight…”

Qin Fen even spoke before he punched — he was counting! James’s eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets. Counting the number of punches during a battle was indeed a genuine provocation that showed his disdain!

Bring it on! James’s feet rooted firmly on the ground again and his shoulder shook. The regulator inside his body received an order to release an overload of Superman’s Power.

One hundred and fifty percent of Superman’s Power!

Sinister fiery light spurted from James’s eyes. This battle technique was more advantageous for the neo martial arts compared to the paleo martial arts! Overload outbreak! The power could be boosted instantly, again and again!

Neo martial artists would usually take the risk to use this dangerous move only at a crucial moment of life and death. It was considered as one of the common ultimate skills of all neo martial artists.

In a battle between martial artists of the same level, if both parties had no biochemical beast, or had both launched their biochemical beasts of the same level and same fusion state, the tyrannical overload outbreak was almost an invincible presence.

However, this dangerous and desperate technique was also known as a way to fight for death.

Although the user would not necessarily die, once he entered the overload state, the best case scenario would be that he would need to lie in bed for a week and the next best would be having to rest for at least a month. Moreover, his neo martial art would not be able to improve anymore. If he was unlucky, overload outbreak could also cause death.

James never thought that he would ever be forced to use the overload outbreak in this boot camp.

As soon as the overload broke loose, the rock that was crushed into pieces by James shot to the sky like a bullet under a tyrannical force.

“Overload?!”

Du Peng’s eyes were shiny as he shouted out James’s ultimate skill. As a human cauldron of Du’s family, the only advantage was that he could see some things ordinary people had no access to.

James laughed malevolently and shouted, “Nice eyesight! After I abolish him, I’ll challenge your Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Bone Wrecking Fist!”

Kyokushin Genichi, Zha Can, and the rest drew their breath in amazement repeatedly.

James in such state was too strong, who else among the six-star could resist him?

“Quickly dodge, Qin Fen! This kind of overload can’t last long!” Park Jong-Hwan screamed in a hurry, “His body won’t be able to withstand this power for a long period.”

“Thinking of running?” James laughed arrogantly, “Can your speed be faster than me who has a one hundred and fifty percent overload?”

As soon as his words ended, the ground beneath James’ feet quaked vigorously. He appeared in front of Qin Fen almost as if he had teleported. His raised fist blocked all of Qin Fen’s retreating route completely.

“I never thought of running away.”

Qin Fen’s cold voice entered James’ ear. It sounded so arrogant.

Under James’ fist, Qin Fen’s hands curled into a fist. When his hands turned gently, the True Energy within his body was divided into eighteen thin lines instantaneously. Immediately, the lines screwed together and released a rebound.

A nearly concrete light flashed through Qin Fen’s eyes. His right fist that was gathering a force that looked like a dragon that had broken the sea and soared to the sky, carrying an unprecedented overbearing aura, as if it wanted to punch a hole in the sky!

Bang…crack…crack…

The moment their flesh and bones collided, an ear-splitting air explosion sound was produced. Before the sound ended, a series of bone cracking sound was heard.

James’s feet trodded on the ground for dozens of steps. Every step left a deep footprint on the ground. He barely managed to stabilize his body to ensure that he would not sit on the ground. With cold sweat all over his face, he stared at Qin Fen in spite of his arms that were out of energy and hanging limply by his sides.

“You…you…you…”

James’s chest undulated violently. He squirted hot blood from his mouth and his back was in pain that felt like he was being pricked by thousands of needles.

James’ Steel War Body was shattered just by a single punch. Worse still, the bones of his right arm, which bore most of the collision force, seemed to fracture into seven to eight pieces.

Some traces of cracks appeared on his sturdy spine that supported his whole body. If he could not get medical treatment in time, the improvement of James’ neo martial arts would come to an end.

“You…”

James’s legs were trembling. Compared to the impact suffered by his body, the mental blow was a hundred times greater.

One hundred and fifty percent overload was his current maximum limit.

The overload tactic was recognized as an invincible tactic for neo martial artists to fight against paleo martial artists. It was impossible to lose unless faced with something similar to the Demon Disintegration Arts. That kind of paleo martial artist was also the kind that would need to hurt themselves in order to arouse an overload potential.

“You… you master the Demon Disintegration Arts?” James could not believe the fact, but he could not think of any other possibilities that could cause him to lose.

“No.” Qin Fen shook his head and answered immediately. After some thinking, he continued confidently, “Even I did, I don’t need to use it to defeat you.”

“What?” James’s eyes were filled with doubts, “Then what did you use just now? Did you consume a Berserker Pill?”

“No.” Qin Fen exercised his fingers that gave the punch, “The punch just now was the first move of the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists – Eighteen Dragons Control the Weather. This fist style was my own creation.”

Own creation? Like James, the facial expression of Kyokushin Genichi and the rest changed abruptly. That punch was overbearing and untrammeled to the point where even if it was blocked by the heaven, it would still puncture a hole.

Such a punch, such rare aura…it turned out to be the creation of a six-star martial artist!

Despair was seen in Park Jong-Hwan’s eyes. When he first left the hospital, he was ambitious and confident that he was able to fight against Qin Fen again due to his improvement in meditation during the hospitalization.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, it turned out that the gap between them was even wider.

The widening of the gap was not only due to the difference in strength between six-star and four-star martial artists. The gap in the level of understanding of the martial way was more like a bottomless well.

The gap between them crushed Park Jong-Hwan’s intention to challenge Qin Fen completely.

“Genius?”

Park Jong-Hwan recalled that people around him used to call him a genius. He could not stop himself from sneering. In fact, he was being complacent all this while. He was not a genius, he merely had better talent than ordinary people.

Splash…

James’s legs that were keeping him still standing all this while collapsed after hearing Qin Fen’s reply. He kneeled on the ground stiffly.

“How is it possible…How is it possible…”

James stared blankly at the ground, repeating the same sentence.

“In this world, no one in our ethnic group is a sick man.” Qin Fen looked down at James and said slowly, “Any ethnic person that survives in this world must have its mighty and touching history. In fact, you don’t deserve to receive my Martial Emperor Dragon Fist. It’s the soul of the nation behind you that made you qualified to take my fist.”

“What?” James squinted his eyes and raised his head, “You can win me without the Martial Emperor Dragon Fist?”

“Of course.” Qin Fen lifted up his chest abruptly, “Martial Emperor Dragon Fist was not prepared for you in the first place. It’s just that I haven’t used it officially yet, so I simply used you as my guinea pig.”

“You…”

James was so angry and agitated that he spat blood again. His arm was supporting his body, “You don’t have to be so proud as I’m not the strongest in the American recruits. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent me to the weakest East Asia military region for this exchange. Your Martial Emperor Dragon Fist might not help you win the championship title in the Recruit Tournament Martial Art Battle.”

“Is that so?” Qin Fen gazed at the sky and released a long breath, “The championship of the Recruit Tournament Martial Art Battle? That’s not my ambition, it’s just a chance to train and a means to make money.”

“What?” James suspected that he had a hearing problem. He did not care about the title that all recruits valued?!

“Yes, that’s not my ambition.” Qin Fen was looking towards the position of Mars in the sky, “I have another goal.”