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Moreover, judging from the number of steps he took back, his strength was probably inferior to that of Tenyu Kamikura. Tenyu Kamikura only took two steps back before regaining his footing, while he took four or five steps back before he could stand still.

Although the gap is not large, in a competition of this level, even the slightest difference can be the key factor in determining the outcome.

In the intelligence room, Chen Xuanran's face instantly turned extremely ugly. His fingers clenched tightly on the table, the skin at his knuckles turned white, and his nails scraped against the table with a harsh sound.

He stared at Luo Fei's slightly trembling right hand on the screen, his jaw muscles bulging.

Zhou Xiaobei's fingers tightened suddenly as he held the tablet. The edge of the tablet dug into his palm, but he felt no pain at all.

He stared at the expressionless face of Tenyu Kamakura on the screen, gasped, and squeezed out the sound through his teeth.

“Tianyu Shencang,” Zhou Xiaobei’s voice carried a seriousness rarely seen in him, even fear, “He’s too strong. His power is greater than Brother Luo’s.”

Yuan Bingyan sat on the sofa, the light from her phone screen shining on her face and illuminating her wide eyes. She saw Luo Fei stumble back four or five steps before regaining his balance, and when she saw the beads of blood seeping from Luo Fei's right hand, her heart clenched tightly.

She removed her hand from her chest and gripped a cushion on the sofa, her five fingers sinking into it until the fabric was crumpled. The sweat from her palms dampened a small patch of the cushion.

In the rest room of the Celestial Secrets Group, the children all fell silent. The youngest girl buried her face in the shoulder of her companion, unable to look at the screen anymore.

The boy sitting in the front row bit his lip, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his lips, and a trace of blood seeped out.

They had witnessed the terror of Tianyu Shencang firsthand, and they had seen Wen Ziyu severely injured by his punch. But now, seeing Luo Fei being knocked back four or five steps by his punch, the fear they felt was even more real and sharper than before.

"It seems that Captain Luo's strength is really no match for his."

Someone whispered something, their voice carrying a despair that they were unwilling to admit but had to.

Luo Fei was unaware of these things.

He had no idea that at that very moment, his live stream had been flooded with 450 million viewers. One-third of the 1.4 billion people in the Great Xia Dynasty were watching this live stream.

His personal fan count jumped wildly in the number bar below the live stream, from 180 million to 190 million, then from 190 million to 200 million, and then continued to rise without stopping.

Two hundred million followers is an astronomical number on any platform, but nobody cares about that number right now—everyone's attention is focused on the impending life-or-death battle.

Tenyu Kamikura's feet stomped on the ground, the soles of his shoes making a screeching sound as they rubbed against the broken stone slabs.

After he regained his footing, he made no adjustments. He didn't shake his arms to relax his muscles like a typical fighter, nor did he look down to examine the cracked skin on his knuckles.

His eyes swept over Luo Fei, his pupils reflecting the sky filled with volcanic ash, and his face, which was much larger than normal, showed no extra expression.

His body sank halfway down.

His knees were bent, his back arched, and he looked like a tiger crouching in the grass. His heels rolled half a circle on the ground, and the treads of his shoes wore two arc-shaped gray marks on the stone slab.

Then he stomped his foot—the already cracked bluestone slab was completely shattered into seven or eight pieces by his stomp. The fragments flew out from the point of impact, some hitting the stone slabs next to him and bouncing twice, while others rolled into the drainage ditch at the edge of the square.

His 300-pound body was propelled forward by the reaction force. His speed reached its limit the instant he started moving, and the hem of his kimono was pulled into a straight line behind him by the air resistance, the fabric making a rustling sound as it rubbed against each other at high speed.

How fast was he? Dark Moon Asura was fast enough that when he sprinted at full speed, he was just a blurry shadow in the eyes of an ordinary person.

But Tianyu Shencang was even faster than Dark Moon Shura at this moment. His massive 300-pound body became a dark gray afterimage as he moved at high speed. The stone slabs on the ground that he stepped on shattered one after another, and the rubble flew up behind him like a string of detonated landmines.

When he charged out, he didn't use punches or kicks, but his shoulder.

He thrust his right shoulder forward and pulled his left shoulder back, turning his entire upper body to the side, crashing into Luo Fei like a door panel.

This technique is extremely powerful – it doesn't rely on the force of the fists or feet, but rather concentrates the weight of the entire body plus the kinetic energy generated by high-speed movement onto the shoulder, using the entire bone of the scapula and collarbone as the impact surface to crash into the target.

In the traditional martial arts of Daxia, this move is called "Iron Mountain Lean," one of the most ferocious moves in Bajiquan. A true Bajiquan master would practice Iron Mountain Lean by slamming his shoulder against a wall; with each strike, the plaster would crumble and the bricks would loosen.

A master who has honed their skills to the extreme can smash a tree trunk as thick as a bowl in half with a single shoulder strike.

Tianyu Shencang weighs 300 jin and is faster than Dark Moon Shura. The power of his Iron Mountain Strike cannot be measured by the data of fists and feet.

If we make a rough conversion, Dark Moon Shura's full-force kick has a force of about five or six tons, while Tianyu Shencang's collision has at least twice the force of Dark Moon Shura's full-force kick.

The force of twelve tons, plus his own weight of three hundred pounds, was concentrated on the bone surface of his right shoulder, which was less than two palm-sized areas. The impact was almost equivalent to that of a medium-sized truck speeding by at high speed.

Luo Fei had just regained his footing.

Blood was still trickling from his right knuckles, and the muscles in his forearm were still trembling slightly from the hard-hitting punches. His feet had barely touched the broken stone slabs, and he had just regained his balance when Tianyu Shencang crashed into him.

The shockwave hit his face before Ameyu Kamikura's body could react—it was the air Ameyu Kamikura pushed aside as he moved at high speed, carrying the smell of scorching sweat and the sulfurous odor of volcanic ash, pressing down on him like an invisible wall.

There was no time to dodge.

Tenyu Kamikura was too fast; so fast that Luo Fei could see the trajectory of his charge, but his body wouldn't have time to make a complete dodge. If he jumped to the left, Tenyu Kamikura's shoulder would catch up in mid-air and hit his side.

If he jumps to the right, Tenyu Kamakura will immediately stop and turn around after missing the target, at which point his back will be completely exposed to the opponent.

If he jumps upwards, during the fraction of a second he needs to gather momentum, Tenyu Kamikura's shoulder will have already collided with his chest.

Luo Fei raised both arms at the same time.

His two forearms were crossed and stacked together in front of his chest, with his right hand clenched into a fist and his left hand covering his right fist. The muscles in both arms were stretched to their limit at the same moment.

His latissimus dorsi bulged outwards, his shoulder blades retracted inwards, his spine slightly arched backwards, and his feet were planted firmly on the ground, his calf muscles like two iron stakes driven into the earth. He concentrated all his defense on the point where his arms were crossed. Tenyu Kamikura's shoulder slammed into him.

At the moment of impact, a deafening roar, even louder than the previous clash of fists, exploded across the plaza. It was no longer the sound of flesh colliding; it sounded like two enormous metal ingots colliding at extremely high speed.

The sound waves from the impact bounced back and forth between the buildings around the square, rattling the wooden windows of the teahouse and causing the pine needles on the pine trees to fall down in a rustling sound.

Yamaya Masako had shrunk behind the door frame of the teahouse, her hands tightly covering her ears, her face contorted with fear.

Maya was also backing away. Her back bumped into a doorpost of the teahouse, and her body slid down the doorpost to squat on the ground, her shoulders trembling.

Wen Junjie, hiding behind the stone tablet, was so shocked by the loud noise that his head buzzed, as if a large bell had struck his ear. His body swayed, his hand holding the stone tablet slipped, and he almost fell.

He quickly grabbed the edge of the stone tablet again, his fingernails scraping against the rough stone surface.

Luo Fei's arms bore the brunt of the terrifying impact. He sensed something was wrong the instant his fist collided with Tianyu Shencang's shoulder—the force was immense, so immense that his arms were compressed towards his chest the moment they made contact.

His forearm bones emitted a faint creaking sound, which was the elastic deformation of the bones under extreme pressure. If it weren't for the defensive power of his super-god-level physique, his two forearm bones would definitely have been smashed into several pieces in this impact.

The impact of Tianyu Shencang's body passed through Luo Fei's arms, through his arched spine, through his legs that were planted on the ground, and all the way to the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

The two stone slabs he was standing on shattered at the same time, and cracks extended outwards from under his feet, with dense cracks covering an area of ​​half a meter in radius like a spider web.

His body slid backward under the force, his shoes carving two deep grooves in the stone slab, sending pebbles and volcanic ash flying into the air.

Luo Fei was thrown into the air.

His feet left the ground, and his body was propelled backward by the impact. He lost all control of his body in mid-air, tumbling and flying backward like a bundle of straw caught in a gale.

The wind howled sharply into his ears, and his vision blurred into a gray blur as it swirled around him—the sky, the ground, the pine trees, and the buildings flashed by rapidly before his eyes.

He flew so fast that the sound of his body rubbing against the air drowned out all other sounds in the square. His clothes were pulled tightly against his body by the airflow, and his trouser legs made a tearing sound in the wind.

Ten meters, fifteen meters, twenty meters.

His body flew across the open space in the center of the plaza, over the broken bluestone slabs on the ground, and over the pine tree on which Dark Moon Asura hung. Twenty-five meters. His body flew to the edge of the plaza and then crashed heavily into a stone wall.

That stone wall was half a meter thick, built by hand, with each stone laid individually and bound together with glutinous rice mortar. This type of wall was far more sturdy than ordinary brick walls; a one-meter-thick stone wall could withstand the bombardment of light artillery.

The moment Luo Fei's body slammed into the wall, the stone wall emitted a muffled boom, and the volcanic ash accumulated on the wall was shaken up, forming a cloud of grayish-white smoke in the air.

Luo Fei's body became embedded in the wall. His back slammed against the stone wall, and the impact tore his clothes to shreds, revealing the taut muscles on his back.

His back scraped against the rough stone surface, leaving several bloody marks. Blood seeped from the cuts and stained the stone's surface.

The back of his head also hit the stone wall, the impact so strong that his head buzzed and his vision went black for a moment.

His body remained on the wall for about two seconds before sliding down. His back slid down the wall, the sharp edges of the stones scraping against his back, leaving several new bloody marks.

When his body slid to the base of the wall, his knees hit the ground first, followed by his hands, and he ended up kneeling on the ground.

A distinct human-shaped dent was left in the stone wall behind him, about three or four centimeters deep, with several finger-thick cracks extending from its edge. The cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, with the longest ones reaching all the way to the top of the wall.

Some gravel fragments broke off from the edge of the crack, hitting Luo Fei's shoulder, his back, and landing on the ground beside him.

Luo Fei knelt on the ground, his hands bracing against the earth, his fingers clenching tightly on the broken stone slabs. His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the instinctive reaction of the force of the impact.

It felt like a fire was burning in his chest, a burning sensation rising from his chest to his throat. He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his throat, spitting onto the ground.

The blood was dark red. When it landed on the grayish-white volcanic ash, some of it was immediately absorbed by the ash, and the remaining blood condensed into several dark red blood beads on the ash surface.

Blood was on his lips and chin, dripping down his chin and onto his clothes. His breathing became heavy and rapid, his chest heaving with each breath, his ribs expanding and contracting beneath his clothes.

The live stream chat exploded the moment Luo Fei was knocked away, but this explosion was different from the one when Dark Moon Shura died. The previous explosion was a frenzy of celebration, with the chat filled with cheers and virtual gifts. This time, the chat content was different.

"Holy crap, Captain Luo flew out!"

"Over twenty meters! That's terrifying power!"

"That giant just said ten tons, but I think it's more than ten tons."

"Captain Luo is coughing up blood! Captain Luo is injured!!"

"I've never seen Captain Luo beaten like this before."

"This Tianyu Shencang is truly monstrous."

"The weight difference is too great. Captain Luo looks to be only around 150 pounds, while the other guy is twice his weight."

"Even with twice the body weight, the strength is overwhelming; how can anyone fight that?"

"It's a miracle that Captain Luo survived that hit."

"My heart can't take it anymore, Captain Luo, you'd better run!" (End of Chapter)