Chapter 397: Chapter 396: Still 2 Punches Left
Shi Sanquan initially panicked, not knowing what to do. Upon hearing that Wang Yan wanted to have a punching contest with him and if he could withstand three punches, he would be free to leave, his eyes lit up as he looked at Wang Yan and foolishly asked, “Are you serious?”
Wang Yan nodded, replying, “As the ancient saying goes: A gentleman’s word is as good as a Nine Tripods, of course, it’s true.”
Shi Sanquan immediately laughed and said, “Hahaha, then come quickly, after three punches, I’ll leave.”
Seeing Wang Yan actually wanted to play to his own weakness and face Shi Sanquan’s strength, the crowd couldn’t help but be astonished and tried to dissuade Wang Yan.
Wang Yan waved his hand to Beiming Xue and others who stepped forward and said, “Don’t worry, after these three punches, Shi Sanquan will never dare to call himself Sanquan (Three Punches) again.”
With Wang Yan’s words, a spirited fighting will and a belief in sure victory surged from him, as his eyes shone with brilliance and he stared at Shi Sanquan.
Shi Sanquan, initially relaxed, suddenly felt hesitant when caught by Wang Yan’s gaze.
“No way, this kid was just weak, could he really defeat me with three punches? Impossible, I must not be intimidated by this kid.” Thinking this, Shi Sanquan beckoned to Wang Yan, shouting, “Come quickly, I can’t wait anymore.”
Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, “Alright, are you ready? First punch.”
After saying this, Wang Yan moved towards Shi Sanquan.
Seeing Wang Yan’s speed wasn’t fast at all, Shi Sanquan couldn’t help but relax, grinning widely, “You fellow, you’re quite honest, then I’ll let you go a bit.”
As they saw Wang Yan really intended to punch Shi Sanquan, Beiming Xue and others were puzzled, not understanding what Wang Yan was planning.
Wang Yan reached Shi Sanquan, slowly raising his right hand, and then brought it down towards Shi Sanquan.
Sneering, Shi Sanquan casually raised his own fist to meet Wang Yan’s punch.
Upon seeing Shi Sanquan raise his fist, Wang Yan’s punch came down, landing precisely on Shi Sanquan’s fist.
If not for the fierce fight earlier, seeing this scene, everyone would have thought Wang Yan was deliberately yielding to Shi Sanquan, but given Shi Sanquan’s Punching Power, even if not yielding, Wang Yan with all his strength might not be a match.
At this moment, not only Beiming Xue and others were puzzled, but even Zhao Xinyao was confused, not understanding what Wang Yan intended to do.
The fists of Wang Yan and Shi Sanquan collided instantly.
After the fists collided, Shi Sanquan completely relaxed, previously fearing Wang Yan might have some counter-heavenly technique. But after this punch, Shi Sanquan felt Wang Yan’s Punching Power was no different from before, still much weaker than his own.
Shi Sanquan couldn’t help but smile cruelly, thinking, “This brat clearly knows speed is his weakness, yet he insists on acting tough and having a punching contest with me. Hmph, this time, I’ll make sure to kill him with this punch.”
Thinking this, Shi Sanquan injected all his strength into his fist, forcefully pressing it towards Wang Yan’s fist.
This punch, although not as imposing as the previous one, had even more power. Outwardly simple, but inwardly cunning, Shi Sanquan wanted to silently kill Wang Yan with one strike.
Seeing Wang Yan still unhurried, Shi Sanquan thought confidently that his punch had succeeded.
Unexpectedly, just as Shi Sanquan’s punching power reached its peak, striking towards Wang Yan’s fist, Wang Yan quickly retracted his fist.
Shi Sanquan hesitated, only reacting after Wang Yan pulled back his fist.
But it was too late by then, Shi Sanquan immediately felt his immense power fall into the air, causing him to stagger forward.
Like someone exerting great strength to lift a stone, only to find the stone was actually a mass of cotton.
This power disparity disordered Shi Sanquan’s breath, filling his chest with a stifled breath, almost spitting blood.
And at this moment, Wang Yan had not fully retracted his fist, only half an inch, then struck back again, still aiming at Shi Sanquan’s fist.
This punch descended precisely when Shi Sanquan’s forward power was chaotic, and the rear power had not been restored, instantly shaking Shi Sanquan’s entire body, making him take half a step back.
Wang Yan’s speed in pulling and throwing punches was so fast, outsiders couldn’t see clearly and assumed Wang Yan’s punch forced Shi Sanquan back half a step.
The people of Beiming Xue couldn’t help but cheer.
Standing behind Shi Sanquan, Zhao Xinyao was frightened, initially full of confidence in Shi Sanquan, now scared and stepped back, looking for a way to escape.
Even though Shi Sanquan retreated half a step, he immediately adjusted his breath and recovered.
To be forced back half a step by Wang Yan with his Shi Sanquan’s reputation, was a great humiliation. Shi Sanquan roared, instantly channeling all his Power of Demon Patterns into his fist, pressing forward towards Wang Yan again.
But, similar to the previous situation, just when Shi Sanquan pressed all his might towards Wang Yan again, Wang Yan retreated his fist by half an inch, avoiding Shi Sanquan’s strength once again.
When Shi Sanquan’s power hit emptiness and was uncomfortable, Wang Yan’s fist fell back again, forcing Shi Sanquan to retreat another half step.
Twice in a row, Shi Sanquan was infuriated, shouting, “If I retreat again, I’ll take your surname.”
Wang Yan coldly snorted, “Whether you retreat or not is up to you, but I haven’t finished my first punch yet!”
“No way, you’ve punched twice already,” Shi Sanquan shouted.
“My arm didn’t lower, it’s counted as one punch!” With Wang Yan’s shout, his fist rained down like raindrops.
Each punch Wang Yan landed was perfectly timed, precisely during the intervals of power transitions for Shi Sanquan.
Each punch seemed to hit Shi Sanquan’s soft spot, rendering him unable to resist.
Wang Yan’s punches fell faster and faster, soon his fists transformed into dozens, and later like a mist, barely visible as to where Wang Yan’s fists were.
Although Shi Sanquan gritted his teeth, not retreating, as Wang Yan’s punches continuously fell, accelerating, Shi Sanquan could hold himself steady, but the ground beneath couldn’t withstand.
Under Wang Yan’s relentless blows, Shi Sanquan’s feet were deeply driven into the ground.
Shi Sanquan was shocked. By now, Wang Yan’s fists had landed countless times, and his raised arm facing Wang Yan had gone almost numb.
“Stop it, I lost.” Shi Sanquan was finally afraid, pleading for mercy.
But Wang Yan didn’t stop, his fists kept falling, pushing Shi Sanquan deeper into the ground.
At first, it was his feet, then calves, thighs, waist, chest—in no time, Shi Sanquan, like a wooden pile, was driven underground by Wang Yan, leaving only a solitary head above the surface.
At this point, Wang Yan finally stopped, looking at the head-bobbing Shí Sanquan trying to crawl out from underground, smiled slightly, and said, “The first punch is over, there are two more punches!”