One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 236: My Heart is Like a Dragon, Outdated Version_2

Wang Xindong let out a cold sneer as the ground exploded with a bang.

A shockwave lifted into the air; the earthen walls on both sides collapsed outward, the dust obscuring the red glow of the setting sun. Carrying the force of ten thousand jun, Wang Xindong threw a punch towards Babek’s brow. This punch was incredibly swift and fierce, breaking the sound barrier with a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s howl; before the afterimage had even dissipated, the dragon-like punch had already landed on Babek.

However, faced with such a ferocious strike, Babek merely flicked his finger forward—

Bang!

The terrifying blow was neutralized.

The air was compressed and exploded, creating a spectacle of white lines.

Wang Xindong’s body flew backwards at an even faster speed, collapsing several buildings in succession. Like a scorching blade, he split a large part of the city in two. Dust billowed up like dragons swirling around, spreading all the way to the end of sight, finally stopping with a "boom" as it struck the city wall.

Babek looked up and yawned, extending his sharp fingers towards the disciples of the Demon Suppression Bureau who wore shocked expressions.

To a demon like him, humans were just such fragile creatures.

A mere movement could result in broken tendons and bones, instant death on the spot.

"Roar!"

A trace of surprise appeared on Babek’s face.

Glancing to the side, from within the collapsed ruins of the city wall, bricks and stones flew in all directions, exploding outward as Wang Xindong, now monstrously swollen, leapt out from the rubble. His body was covered in a multitude of needle-like crimson hairs, his muscles bulged, and his eyes carried an unnatural blood-red hue.

Leaping up, he brought a whirlwind howl with him, appearing in front of Babek in the blink of an eye, slamming down with an overhead palm strike.

Slap!

Babek raised his hand to block.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Amidst the snapping sounds, sharp piercing pain traveled along Babek’s arm.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he dodged Wang Xindong’s sweeping claw, his face revealing a flash of realization, "You’re burning your own life with a secret technique from the ’Eight Aspects of the Overbearing Dragon’."

Another fierce punch came, but this time Babek did not dodge; instead, he counterattacked with his elbow.

As fist met elbow, Babek’s towering body remained unshaken, while Wang Xindong’s fist twisted unnaturally, blood seeping out, staining the bandages on his fist a dark red. Wang Xindong’s expression grew colder, his style instantly switched from open and expansive to subtle and hidden.

But still, it was useless—

"You’re too old," Babek said coldly, "you should be able to recognize the gap between us. Give up; you cannot hurt me."

Wang Xindong kept throwing punches, his expression unchanged. Yet, images from his memory began flashing before his eyes like a zoetrope.

In the Hong Family’s fort, when Li Daoxuan was sneakily wounded, he was powerless, watching helplessly at the side; when Su Heng killed Hong Jiuxiang and his son to avenge Li Daoxuan, he stood amongst the crowd. When Tuo Long the Great raised a tidal wave, intending to flood his hometown, the city where he had lived for a full hundred years, he could only stand by helplessly and feel despair.

After Li Daoxuan’s death, he often woke up from nightmares, as if returning to that bloody battlefield.

If he had been stronger, if he could have taken control promptly after Li Daoxuan’s injury, would his mentor have been able to avoid exerting himself to use a secret technique, allowing them to break free from the trap with injuries in tow?

If he had been even stronger, would he have been able to do more when Tuo Long the Great raised the tidal wave, instead of just watching from the side? Now, as the army from Skull Plain approached and Jiangzhou was filled with panic, he still could only stand by like an ant.

He loathed this feeling of helplessness; hence, he did not want to waste a single moment.

Work hard, work harder, then work some more, endure, endure further, then endure again!

He chose not to merge with the demonic remains; after all, he was no longer young. At his age, Zhou Guiyu had already started to look after his own descendants and enjoy family bliss, while Su Heng had nothing. He held a high position but had neither wife nor children, and even friends numbered but two or three.

He devoted all his time, energy, and will to the path of martial arts.

Some advised him not to be so hard on himself, reminding him that he was well over a hundred years old, long past the age of understanding fate, and that he should accept his limits were already set. His natural talent, comprehension, and experiences from his youth had formed an intangible hand that tightly shackled him.

Even if he gave a hundred percent effort, there would be no more gains. He should learn to accept his fate and plan for the future.

But he refused to give up just like that.

If he were to fall on the battlefield or training grounds, it would merely mean that his body had reached its limits and was unworthy of his iron will. However, if he chose to give up, that would be the true failure. He had already strived for a century, fought for a century; was he willing to fall at the very last step!?

Unwilling!

"Roar!" In a roar twisted with rage, his muscles swelled and burst forth.

As if all the anger, unwillingness, and regret he had ever felt in his life had turned into flames, burning fiercely and converging into his punch, he violently thrust it forward. His pupils tore into a crimson red, his white hair flew about, and his wildly exaggerated iron fist moved faster than the Lion King’s reaction, striking like a cannonball against a city wall, landing heavily on Babek’s nose.

"Crack," a crisp sound, Babek’s nose bridge twisted, and blood seeped from his nostrils.

Surprise surfaced on his blood-stained face, followed by his fur bristling as if flaming with rage, sending black smoke soaring into the sky, obscuring the heavens. The aura of a death-level demon was like a tidal wave invoking a shift in the weather, yet it couldn’t hide the contortion and humiliation on Babek’s face—

"A mere insect dares!?" Rage and shock tangled on his face, gone was the previous pretense of dignity.

Wang Xindong was covered in wounds; his last punch had nearly exhausted all his vitality in an instant.

In the midst of the howling gale, Wang Xindong, with his back against a section of the fallen earthen wall, staggered and fell to the ground, legs splayed. Blood stained his lips and teeth, his white hair was disheveled, but looking at the enraged and humiliated Lion King Babek, Wang Xindong’s face was filled with a satisfied smile, "You are nothing more than that, a demon that will not amount to anything."

"Die." Babek’s eyes bloodshot and inflamed, he raised his hand and pressed down, "My patience has run out."

Splat!

Blood spurted out, staining the sunset red.

But not from the severely injured Wang Xindong, who was on the ground; it was from Babek himself.

His left arm, up to the elbow, was broken off and vanished. The blood gushing out stained his clothes and fur red, forming a shallow red pool on the ground.

The ferocious distortion of rage on Babek’s face gradually solidified into astonishment. He suddenly looked up, his gaze distantly fixated ahead.

In the distance, atop the collapsed city wall, sat an inconceivably burly figure, leisurely perched there. One leg was folded in front of him, the other dangled casually along the wall like a Buddha sitting in a temple.

His long hair hung loose, his face bore an expression of relaxed confidence, his left hand resting before his knee, while his right pinched an inconsequential pebble.

Babek slowly lowered his head to find a bloody pebble in the cratered pit on the ground.

Across a distance of a kilometer—

With an utterly ordinary pebble, he had sliced through the body of a death-level demon.

How could such a monster exist in Baihua County!?