Grinding to the Martial Sage from the White Ape Fist Chapter 258 - 256: Too Monstrous

Qin Bashan was still reeling from shock and disbelief, but Su Yu wasn’t about to give him a mont’s respite.

’Fierce Ape Cleaves the Mountain!’

Su Yu roared inwardly. He dropped his shoulder and sank his elbow, his foot shattering the ground beneath him. Riding the montum of his charge, his right fist shot out like a giant siege hamr, aid straight for the opening in Qin Bashan’s guard!

The fourth punch!

The amplification from Hundred Fierce Peaks had now reached forty percent. The power of this punch was as heavy as a mountain—unstoppable!

Before the fist even landed, the gale it generated howled forth like tangible blades. The wind battered the flesh on Qin Bashan’s face, making it tremble violently as his expression changed in an instant.

"Get the hell away from !"

At this life-or-death mont, Qin Bashan could no longer afford to hold back. He frantically drew upon the Qi and Blood within his body. With a roar, the muscles on his arms bulged like coiling flood dragons as he compressed every last bit of his Qi and Blood into his fists and t the attack head-on, unafraid of death.

BANG!

The outco of this clash was decided the instant they made contact.

Qin Bashan, who had held the upper hand just a mont ago thanks to his superior realm, was now utterly crushed by an unreasonable, monstrous strength!

An incomparably ferocious Ming Jin erupted between their fists.

Su Yu’s iron fist, infused with the fiendish aura of a demonic ape, not only shattered Qin Bashan’s Ming Jin defense in an instant but also brutally tore through the tough hide he took so much pride in, piercing his body like a poisoned barb.

PFFT!

A tyrannical Hidden Force detonated among his internal organs. Qin Bashan felt his insides churn violently.

A sweet taste welled up in his throat, and he violently spat out a mouthful of hot, coppery blood. His body stumbled back uncontrollably for seven or eight steps, each footfall leaving a deep crater in the hard ground.

Not far away, Qin Yu, who was currently tangling with Xia Lie and Huang Chong, caught this incredible scene from the corner of her eye.

Her bright, beautiful eyes flew wide, her face a mask of utter shock.

’Senior Brother Su still has a trump card?’

’This is simply unbelievable!’

’That’s Qin Bashan, the "Ghost Hand Asura" renowned throughout the Black Water River! A true master at Flesh Refining Realm Perfection! And he was sent stumbling back, spitting blood, from a single punch by Senior Brother Su in a direct clash of strength?’

As if unable to believe her eyes, Qin Yu parried an attempted sneak attack from Xia Lie with a sharp sword thrust, forcing him back, before turning her head to look again.

At that mont, Su Yu, in the center of the fighting ring, had already launched another ferocious assault.

The fifth punch!

Su Yu threw a punch, and the resulting gale carved a deep trench in the ground as if it were a plow. The overwhelming, mountain-toppling pressure terrified Qin Bashan to his core, shattering his courage.

A veteran like him, who had lived his life on a knife’s edge, understood the situation perfectly now. This monstrously talented young man before him had definitely activated so kind of terrifying forbidden technique!

His opponent’s fist techniques were like a rising tide, one wave after another, the power of each punch increasing exponentially!

Facing a strike that seed to co from a primordial demonic ape, Qin Bashan was filled with a sense of utter despair, feeling it was a power he could never hope to match.

At this point, he didn’t have a shred of courage left to take the blow head-on.

The instinct for survival completely overwheld his dignity as the leader. With a clumsy stumble, he turned to flee!

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Su Yu’s punch hit empty air, but the violent gale from his fist still slamd into Qin Bashan’s back like an inescapable plague.

BANG!

Struck by the gale, Qin Bashan’s figure faltered for a mont.

Just that montary pause was enough for Su Yu!

"Die!"

Su Yu stomped his foot, and the Seven Fiends Thunder Collapse Step at the Perfection Realm erupted into motion!

His current speed was absolutely at the peak of the Flesh Refining Realm, and in that instant, he caught up to Qin Bashan.

At the sa ti, using the terrifying montum from the Seven Fiends Thunder Collapse Step, he unleashed the most powerful technique of the Demonic Ape Shakes the Mountain Fist.

Mountain-Toppling Annihilation!

This was the sixth punch, amplified by Hundred Fierce Peaks!

The power of his fist was now amplified by a shocking sixty percent!

In an instant, Su Yu frantically compressed all the Qi and Blood in his body into a single point. The resulting force pushed his ticulously tempered physical body to its absolute limit!

BOOM!

Before his fist even reached its target, the compressed air could no longer contain such terrifying power and exploded into a pale-white vapor cone—a sonic boom!

As he fled for his life, Qin Bashan was consud by a regret so profound it felt like a physical sickness. He never, ever should have exposed his defenseless back to this monster!

Sensing the lethal danger at his back, Qin Bashan’s powerful physique—the body of a master at Flesh Refining Realm Perfection—reacted on pure instinct at the brink of death.

He whipped around, crossing his arms before his chest in a desperate attempt to block the blow with his entire body’s worth of bone and Qi and Blood.

BOOM!

A terrifying boom, like a divine thunderclap, erupted in midair!

This was an explosion of Ming Jin at its absolute purest!

Su Yu’s blood-soaked iron fist, sheathed in the Profound Silver Flow Armor, crashed down upon Qin Bashan’s arms like an unstoppable, divine war hamr.

CRACK!

There was no suspense. Qin Bashan’s arm bones, harder than refined steel, were instantly and effortlessly pulverized by the utterly tyrannical force.

The powerful Fist Force continued onward, its montum unchecked. Like a great mountain-cleaving axe, it pierced the defense of his arms and slamd squarely into his chest!

It was like punching through a sheet of fragile rice paper. Su Yu’s incredibly domineering punch had, with sheer brute force, blasted clean through Qin Bashan’s chest!