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Chapter 617: One Punch

Translator: BigDonnyDon  Editor: EbonyFrost, BigDonnyDon

Linguan Linfeng’s eyes that were filled with anger suddenly contracted.

“Hydra bloodline warriors are on the same level as the griffin bloodline warriors; both are in the top-ten bloodlines. How old is this hydra bloodline warrior? Plus he already has a warrior soul? And his warrior soul is close to the peak level?” he thought to himself.

“You are… Pam Monshen?” Linguan Linfeng subconsciously guessed Duren Burg’s identity.

“Pam Monshen?” Duren Burg snickered and said, “Except for Pam Monshen, I, Duren Burg, am also a powerful hydra bloodline warrior in the younger generation. I will, for sure, become the strongest hydra bloodline warrior in history and be the only one to become a super master!”

“Duren Burg?” Linguan Linfeng repeated this name to himself and thought, “According to the information that is circulating outside, this hydra bloodline warrior isn’t that strong. I should be able to kill him with a single hand. How come he is so powerful now? More importantly, how old is he? He is about five years younger, but our strength is almost the same!”

Linguan Linfeng looked at Duren Burg with wary as he thought, “This young man will become an obstacle on my path of claiming the championship of Zence New Generation Warrior and Mage Competition. Should I defeat him once and cause some psychological trauma, making him think that he can never defeat me?”

“Guys, please back off. Back off some more,” Qian Jin said to the people around him while turning around.

Back off, back off, back off some more.

People knew that Qian Jin was going to battle the young warriors of Golden Griffin King Bloodline Family here today.

“Uncle, you always wanted to prove that ordinary warriors are not inferior to bloodline warriors,” Qian Jin said as he turned around and squatted before Fabreidis’ grave. “Today, I will do what you wanted to do before you.”

Linguan Linfeng looked at Qian Jin with his arms before his chest, “Do you need me to put away an arm?”

His words were filled with confidence, and a vast golden griffin king warrior soul appeared behind Linguan Linfeng’s back. A pair of white wings dashed out of his body, emitting the aura of a king.

Level 10 warrior soul! This was the source of his confidence. The top three seats on the Hundred Battle Ranking List required absolute strength.

Seeing Linguan Linfeng’s strength, York Leigh’s face changed color. They were both peak soul-power warriors, but he had zero chance of winning facing this young griffin bloodline warrior. The density of their warrior souls wasn’t on the same level.

“If the Thunder Lion King isn’t a saint warrior yet, Linguan Skylan, you can come and battle me together.” Fei stepped forward, and the unique, presence spread out. He was like the center of the universe, and the cosmos formed around him.

One versus two!

This wasn’t rare in the history of duels between human warriors and demon warriors.

There had been cases where one warrior took on four and even ten opponents. Even during important occasions such as Zence New Generation Warrior and Mage Competition, there had been times where someone announced that they wanted to take on all other three participants in their groups.

There were even more shocking cases where warriors challenged others from other groups. If that person won, he could directly take on the group of the loser, fighting two groups in the same battle.

However, regardless of how many opponents one warrior took on, this warrior was always a bloodline warrior. It had always been one bloodline warrior taking on a group of ordinary warriors or a group of bloodline warriors.

All in all, one versus a group was something that only bloodline warriors did. No ordinary warriors had tried to take on a group of bloodline warriors.

Now, this ordinary warrior who shocked humans, demons, and barbarians said that he wanted to battle two bloodline warriors at the same time before all the influential figures who came to pay respect to Fabreidis. Furthermore, these two bloodline warriors held the first seat and third seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List of Punitive Expedition Academy.

They were shocked! Everyone was stunned and looked at Qian Jin with doubt, suspicion, and confusion.

Linguan Skylan laughed. As he first smiled and then slowly started to laugh hysterically, his shoulders shook more and more violently.

“Hahaha… you want to fight both of us at the same time?” With his hands behind his back, Linguan Skylan looked at Qian Jin with an overbearing presence similar to that of Qian Zhanxuan and said, “It is easy for someone to use their vicious mouths to insult others, but even the most vicious mouth has to swallow the insults in front of powerful fists.”

“Swallow?” Qian Jin suddenly took a step forward.

It was only one step, yet a huge hole appeared in Linguan Linfeng’s seemingly perfect aura. It felt like an invincible fortress that he built was crushed by the enemy.

When masters battled, they danced on the line of life-and-death, and they tried to obtain the advantage. Aura was one of the critical areas. Qian Jin took another step forward, and he slowly pulled back his arms and didn’t attack. His body moved up and down like the sand waves in the Ancient Desert Sea. His fingers were tightly pressed against each other like sabers that were ready to be unsheathed. His fingers lightly shook, looking like a mantis who raised its arms and was looking for the opportunity to attack.

Stars, nature, living beings …

Qian Jin took another step forward, barely mixing various inspirations.

When he took the third step, Fury Lotus was used, and he dashed forward like a gale as his hands cut through the air with silver saber energy engulfing them.

Linguan Skylan, who had his arms behind his back shook, and anxiety appeared in his eyes. “Be careful!”

Linguan Linfeng’s scalp tightened, and he felt like the strike that was coming at him was empowered by lightning and wind. His warrior soul was about to boil and dash out of his body.

In Linguan Linfeng’s eyes, Qian Jin’s strike wasn’t ordinary. The fearless forward momentum wasn’t the most impressive part; it was the aura that Qian Jin created.

This strike made Linguan Linfeng feel the milky way in the sky. It felt like that milky way had descended and merged into Qian Jin’s arms.

This fighting technique could no longer be described with words such as violent and forward; it was the power of nature.

“This powerful?” At that moment, Linguan Linfeng’s instinct told him to back off and dodge Qian Jin’s sharp strike.

At the critical moment, Linguan Linfeng pushed back against his instinct. He was a warrior who had been on the Human-Demon Battlefront, and he knew that if he backed off, Qian Jin would follow this up with continuous attacks, taking the advantage for real.

Most importantly, Linguan Linfeng was a griffin king bloodline warrior and the third seat on the Hundred Battle Ranking List. Facing an ordinary warrior who was about five years younger than him, he couldn’t retreat. If he took one step backward, it would turn into 100 steps.

Even if he won in the end, the honor of Griffin King Bloodline Family would be lost in the continuous retreat.

Roar!

Linguan Linfeng’s belly quickly enlarged, and his throat became as thick as a giant bowl. The angry roars that sounded like that of the beast king of the forest dashed out of his mouth in the form of giant soundwaves.

The soundwaves first attacked Qian Jin’s aura, and they then moved onto Qian Jin’s eardrums.

Roaring Lion King! This soundwave fighting technique was no joke. It would injure others’ eardrums and mess up their technique sequences in their bodies, making their strength decrease drastically for a moment. It was Linguan Linfeng’s secret technique.

Then, he dashed forward, and his hands struck toward Qian Jin’s wrists like the claws of eagles and lions. This was a unique tearing technique of griffin bloodline warriors. With both hands moving in the opposite direction, it felt like even the cosmos would be tore apart.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss … Bam!

Qian Jin’s hands passed through the claws that were trying to tear him apart and struck Linguan Linfeng’s chest. The noise sounded like the beat of a war drum, and warrior power spilled in all directions. The people who were watching could hear the rumbling noises and the cold winds created by the dashing residual warrior power.

Crack!

A significant area of Linguan Linfeng’s chest concaved in. Qian Jin’s chop was turned into a palm strike in the last moment, and the five fingers pressed onto Linguan Linfeng’s chest. The warrior power penetrated the bloodline battle form and sent the latter flying, and white feathers and blond hair slowly fell down the sky.

Linguan Linfeng, who was huge in his bloodline battle form, flew out and didn’t seem to fall; it felt like he was going to fly out for at least 100 meters.

Bam!

Linguan Skylan raised his hand and pressed onto Linguan Linfeng’s back, and his wrist slightly shook to cancel out Qian Jin’s powerful impact force inside Linguan Linfeng’s body. The injured Roaring Lion King wasn’t injured further, and he opened his mouth and puked up the clogged blood in his body.

However, the powerful impact force wasn’t ultimately canceled out. Linguan Linfeng’s clothes were torn into pieces by the spilling warrior power in the process, and his body and the handprint that caused the concave of his chest were revealed.

A perfect handprint that didn’t injure other areas! The master warriors all knew how much control Qian Jin exerted in this strike.

Even if a mighty warrior could break the opponent’s bodily protective technique and cause injuries, it was hard to create this clear handprint. In most cases, the opponent’s chest would concave in entirely instead of holding the shape of a handprint since the impact force would usually be distributed to the nearby areas.

Linguan Linfeng, the third seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List in Punitive Expedition Academy, was severely injured and defeated by one strike? This was something that the people who came here for Fabreidis’ funeral didn’t anticipate.

“It’s over?” Many people looked at each other and saw the shock in each other’s eyes. “An ordinary warrior who is five years younger than the powerful golden griffin king bloodline warrior, Linguan Linfeng, broke the latter’s bones, made him puke up blood, and knocked him out?”

Pam Honzi smiled and thought, “This outcome isn’t surprising at all. Not many human and demon warriors below the Saint Warrior Realm can battle Qian Jin. At least this Linguan Linfeng can’t do it. He looks overbearing, but he is too weak inside. He is far inferior compared to Sleeping Lion King Linguan Honzhe. That kid looks like he is tired and lacks spirit, but his confidence and calmness give him the strength that far exceeds Linguan Linfeng.”