Planet Pulverizer: A Mortal's Ascent

Chapter 233: Shatter

Rumble, rumble!

Li Pin's sword aura clashed violently with Fang Ziyou's fist force in the air.

There was no suspense whatsoever; it was like a sand sculpture smashed by a tsunami. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Fang Ziyou's full-power strike, channeling the ancient god's might, was crushed to dust under Li Pin's devastating sword aura. The moment they clashed, it disintegrated completely.

Rumble, rumble!

A terrifying sonic boom erupted the instant their powers collided head-on. Visible white shockwaves exploded outward, swirling violently, forming a fierce gale that howled and roared in every direction.

Zhao Yunlong, Huang He, and Su Fang felt the fierce winds battering them, nearly toppling them off their feet.

Bang!

Having been caught at the center of the explosion, Fang Ziyou's bedecked glove shattered instantly. The thunderous strike had reduced it to metal shards before they were propelled in all directions.

The blade, razor-sharp, whipped upward in an instant.

Fang Ziyou’s physique had reached the qi and blood limit and was almost impervious to even small firearms. Despite that, the overwhelming sharpness of Li Pin’s edge still cut Fang Ziyou deeply, nearly tearing it apart.

"Break!"

Fang Ziyou erupted in a desperate and enraged roar as the unstoppable sword threatened to further tear apart his body. He activated some sort of secret art once again.

Like a puppet on strings, he suddenly jerked back in a way that defied physics, narrowly escaping the horrifying sword light.

Even so, the sharpness and force of the blade left several deep cuts on his body. Blood soaked his clothes, making him look like a man drenched in his own blood.

This was only the beginning. As Li Pin's understanding of the Lifeform Force Field deepened, his control over others' Vitality, Qi, and Spirit became increasingly precise.

Though Fang Ziyou retreated swiftly, the moment he moved and his breath shifted, Li Pin had already sensed it.

So, just as Fang Ziyou leaped back, Li Pin's sword followed in pursuit, slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning, closing in on Fang Ziyou in an instant.

Fang Ziyou's eyes blazed with fury. "No! I, Fang Ziyou, am destined to be the King of the Century. How can I be defeated by a greenhorn like you!"

His other arm, also clad in a metal glove, shot out abruptly, grabbing the incoming sword light in midair with incredible speed.

Sizzle!

Sparks flew.

The metal glove clashed violently against the edge of the Lingfeng Sword which Xiang Tianxing had gifted Li Pin, igniting dazzling sparks.

Unfortunately, the difference between the two’s qi and blood was far too great—so great that Li Pin didn’t need to resort to any complex technique.

As the surging qi and blood transmitted through the sword, its sharp edge instantly shattered and pierced through Fang Ziyou's metal glove. Amid the fierce friction and shower of sparks, blood and iron fragments exploded outward.

The piercing sword light faced no further resistance, driving straight forward...

Pffft!

It pierced through Fang Ziyou's chest and emerged from his back.

"One," Li Pin murmured softly, his hand making a simple flick as he withdrew the sword.

Spatter!

Blood sprayed out as he performed the motion.

"Based on my calculations, your combined strength might have put some pressure on me, perhaps even forcing me to expend significant energy and effort, leaving me struggling to face the remaining nine challengers. Unfortunately... your arrogance and pride led you to ignore my repeated warnings and attempt to face me alone. Now, tell me..."

Li Pin looked at Fang Ziyou, whose chest had been pierced, and said in a deep voice, "Who gave you the courage to think you could face me alone?"

Fang Ziyou had been severely weakened by the sword wound running through his body. He struggled to speak as his face twisted in pain. He stammered, "I...."

His fear was palpable as he looked at Li Pin.

Li Pin ignored him and nodded to the Astral Cultivator standing by as a precaution.

While the Astral Cultivator was preparing to activate the astral equipment to save Fang Ziyou's life, Li Pin had already shifted his focus to Zhao Yunlong, Huang He, and Su Fang.

"I told you, no need to rush. One at a time. Now, it's your turn."

With his sword in hand, Li Pin advanced, bringing with him the same crushing aura that had just shattered Fang Ziyou, the fourth-ranked on the Hidden Dragon List.

The overwhelming, demonic aura surging around him bore down on Zhao Yunlong, Huang He, and Su Fang. Despite their pride and confidence, each believing their talents were second to none, they now struggled under its immense weight.

"Damn it!"

"Li Pin... How could this happen..."

"If we don't fight now, we'll be plagued with inner demons forever!"

Their minds wavered, but Zhao Yunlong gritted his teeth and growled, "All together, now!"

The three Dragon Gate Hall Martial Saints forcibly broke free from the immense pressure. With decisive resolve, they erupted their Blood Cores and unleashed their secret arts, launching their attacks from three directions with the ferocity of wild beasts.

"Go all out! Full power!" Li Pin's shout echoed as his strength erupted mid-charge.

The entire arena seemed to quake violently.

As he charged forward, he became one with his sword, launching himself forward like an arrow released from a bow. The Lingfeng Sword, its tip gleaming, aimed directly at Su Fang's back.

"Li Pin!" Su Fang roared, his arm turning a dark red beneath his glove. "You think you can defeat me, Iron Palm Su Fang, that easily? Not a chance!"

Channeling his qi and blood to their peak, Su Fang's gloved hand struck out with a thunderous blow, aiming to snap the Lingfeng Sword's blade. If such a scorching, violent palm were to strike a person, even steel and iron bones would be smashed into a meat patty!

Unfortunately, before his palm could reach the sword, the blade’s edge accelerated. It effortlessly bypassed Su Fang's attack before piercing through his body with flawless precision.

The sword pierced just above the heart, a crucial node in his qi and blood circulation.

With this vital point damaged, his internal qi and blood flow was immediately severed.

As Li Pin withdrew his sword, Su Fang, a core member who had diligently practiced the Iron Palm for three years, seemed drained of all his strength and collapsed in agony.

Such a wound... was so severe he would undoubtedly die if an Astral Cultivator equipped with astral equipment didn’t immediately intervene.

After cutting down Su Fang, Li Pin swiftly pivoted around. His left hand struck out, his fingers expanding as he met Huang He's incoming longsword. Invisible ripples spread from his outstretched fingers, as if he held not empty space but an entire world within his grasp.

Lunar Youying!

Huang He, who was a moment away from striking Li Pin, felt as though he had sunk into a quagmire.

No, even more than that! It was as if he had been thrust onto a planet where the gravity was dozens of times stronger than Gaia's.

A terrifying force pressed in from all sides, threatening to confine him completely. The immense pressure even penetrated his internal organs, as if it would crush them to pieces.

"Break!"

Huang He roared, pushing his qi and blood to their peak under the effects of his secret art. His body shook violently as he fought back against the oppressive force of Lunar Youying.

Fueled by his unwavering martial conviction and spiritual will, he struggled for a long time before suddenly throwing a punch that shattered Lunar Youying's suppression.

"Hahaha! I broke through! I actually broke through that move..."

As Huang He broke through Lunar Youying, he gasped for breath like a man pulled from drowning. His laughter, wild and relieved, echoed out. But amidst his laughter, a sudden sensation seemed to creep over him.

His throat... felt cold. Breathing... became difficult!

He gasped for air, but it wasn't just the strain of breaking free from Lunar Youying's suppression. During that moment of confinement, Lingfeng sword's sharp blade had already grazed his throat.

If this hadn't been a sparring match in the arena... this sword wouldn’t have merely been satisfied with scratching his throat, it would’ve directly taken his head.

Had the Astral Cultivator not activated the astral equipment to swiftly heal the wound on his throat, his fate would've been sealed.

Huang He stood there, frozen, as if plunged into an icy abyss. "Am I... dead?"

***

Zhao Yunlong's roar reverberated through the arena. "Nine Heavens Dragon Rise!"

This chairman of the Coiled Dragon Association unleashed his strongest move while Li Pin was on the brink of defeating Su Fang and Huang He.

His entire aura surged like raging flame, transforming into visible red light piercing through the sky. His War Saber completely enveloped Li Pin, who had yet to recover from his previous confrontations, like a thunderbolt.

However, just as his blade was about to strike Li Pin, the latter’s sword shifted. In that fleeting moment, a terrifying Sword Intent erupted from Li Pin, piercing directly at Zhao Yunlong. This Sword Intent seemed to hold a power capable of tearing apart souls and instilling profound fear.

After the World's Top Martial Competition, Li Pin's sword aura and Sword Intent had both reached a new realm. His sword aura not only allowed him to form the embryonic shape of a Lifeform Force Field but also elevated the power of his Lunar Youying to new heights.

The same went for his Sword Intent....

As strong as Zhao Yunlong was, he still felt as though he was sinking into it, unable to free himself. It was as if thousands of swords were piercing through his body.

Nevertheless, Zhao Yunlong was a Top-Tier Martial Saint hardened by countless battles. Over the decades, he had undergone numerous life-and-death trials, forging an indestructible martial heart.

With this formidable martial conviction, he forcibly withstood the onslaught of Li Pin's Sword Intent.

"I, Zhao Yunlong, stand among the few Martial Saints just beneath Ye Chengyuan. How could your measly Sword Intent shatter my resolve? Break!"

With a furious roar, his eyes blazed with light. His will seemed to materialize, tearing through the sky and surging toward the heavens.

Yet, just as he broke through Li Pin's Sword Intent and caught a glimpse of the truth of the world, a cruel reality unveiled itself before him.

"Impressive, your will is strong," A voice echoed in his ear. "To think you withstood my Sword Intent."

A sword appeared before his eyes.

It was Li Pin's sword. It had stopped just an inch from his forehead.

Zhao Yunlong could feel the long sword’s sharp, cold edge.

If that sword moved just a little closer...

His head would have been pierced clean through

***

In no time at all, the first four Martial Saints Li Pin had called up were all defeated.

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