God of Pets

Chapter 460 The Unorthodox Fist

"How can I knock the Eighth King out of the circle?" Chen Guan thought and thought, but with his current strength, even if he used his strongest attack technique, it probably wouldn't be of much use.

Unless one uses the power of the secret God to unleash a strike with a million units of spiritual energy.

But if that were the case, wouldn't it mean killing the Eighth King directly?
Chen Guan did not want to kill the Eighth King. Firstly, he had no grudge against the Eighth King, and secondly, the Eighth King was guarding the Netherworld Spring here.

If he dies, can this Netherworld Spring still be protected?

When the Netherworld and the Underworld below break out, it will cause another big problem, and the Northern Mangshan Secret Realm will probably never have peace again.

For a moment, Chen Guan really couldn't think of a way to beat the Eight Kings.

"It's your turn," the Eighth King reminded him with a sullen face. Losing so much goodwill and failing to win made him very unhappy.

“Eighth King, even if I win, you can’t win against me. Rather than this stalemate, why don’t you do a good deed and let me take Teng Mingli away?” Chen Guan said.

"Hmph, it's true you can't beat me, but beating you is as easy as turning your hand. Enough with the nonsense, make your move," the Eighth King sneered.

He felt that the reason he hadn't promoted Chen Guan was because he hadn't done enough good deeds; if he had done more, it should have been enough.

He had made up his mind that the next time it was his turn to act, he would use all the goodwill he had gained today to kick Chen Guan out of the game.

"Since that's what you think, then I won't make a move. Come on then," Chen Guan said, standing there. "Hit me as many times as you want. As long as you can knock me out of the circle, you win. If you can't, can you let me take Teng Mingli away?"

"Hmph, we'll see about that later." The Eighth King said, puffing out his cheeks again, creating a strong wind that blew towards Chen Guan.

This time, the Eighth Prince used all the goodwill he had gathered today to make sure Chen Guan was pushed out of the circle.

The strong wind was like a devastating torrent, but Chen Guan still stood firm in the wind, as straight as a benchmark.

Chen Guan felt immense pressure on his body, and his feet sank into the casino floor.

This Immovable King Technique is truly miraculous; no matter what force it receives from any direction, its center of gravity remains unchanged, as if it were rooted to the ground.

All the pressure turned downwards; the stronger the external force, the more stable Chen Guan's center of gravity became.

The ground beneath my feet was badly damaged, bearing marks from the pressure.

The Eighth King suddenly stopped blowing the wind and stared intently at Chen Guan's feet, where the ground had sunk.

Although it was only a small dent, it felt like a huge gash had been opened in the Eighth Prince's heart, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

These eight palaces were transformed from his tortoise shell; the damage to the ground is equivalent to the damage to his tortoise shell.

He used so much goodwill, yet he failed to expel Chen Guan from the circle; instead, he damaged his own shell. How could he tolerate this?

The Eighth Prince glared at Chen Guan, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.

"Boy, I'm giving you one last chance. Surrender now and you can live. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll survive," the Eighth King said, staring at Chen Guan.

"If I don't die, can I take Teng Mingli with me?" Chen Guan asked again.

"Stubborn fool, since you're courting death, don't blame me." The Eighth King abandoned his plan to use the power of the benevolent rules to knock Chen Guan out of the circle.

He was about to get serious, using his power to directly shatter Chen Guan's body.

The Eighth King tore off his bow tie, ripped off his clothes and threw them on the ground. His body rapidly expanded, his entire body bulging with steel-like muscles. His three- or four-meter-tall stature generated a powerful and oppressive aura. In particular, his fists swelled to the size of basketballs, but felt like iron hammers, making it seem as if he were holding two large, spherical iron hammers.

The Eighth King is getting serious now, preparing to use his secret technique, the Eighth Fist, to directly crush Chen Guan, no more of that nonsense.

Seeing this, Chen Guan's expression became more serious, realizing that the Eighth Prince was serious.

He immediately gathered his energy, prepared himself, and planned to use the Blood Explosion Divine Skill.

Relying solely on the Immovable King Technique would likely be insufficient to withstand the attack of the Eight Great Kings.

"Boy...do you admit defeat?" the Eighth King asked one last time.

"I won't admit it." Chen Guan naturally couldn't admit defeat.

"Then die!" The Eighth King suddenly threw a punch, the fist compressing the space and causing a shockwave that slammed into Chen Guan.

Blood energy enveloped Chen Guan's body, and his hammer-like fist struck the layer of blood energy, gradually dissipating most of the impact.

When the Eighth King's fist pierced through the blood energy layer and struck Chen Guan, its power had already been weakened by more than half, and the remaining power was insufficient to shatter the Immovable King's Skill.

The Eight Kings could hardly believe that their wild, unorthodox punches had failed to shatter Chen Guan's body with a single blow.

This is a secret divine technique at the Cave Heaven level, and his power and energy are incomparable to those of a Three Awakening cultivator. Theoretically, a Three Awakening cultivator should not be able to block his punch with just their body.

Despite his defiance, the Eight Kings relentlessly unleashed punch after punch, his massive, iron-hammer-like fists striking Chen Guan repeatedly. The result was always the same: the ferocious, unrestrained punches were all stripped of most of their power by the blood energy layer, leaving Chen Guan with no chance of withstanding the remaining impact.

Despite the relentless attacks from the Eight Kings, Chen Guan remained steadfast as a mountain.

The vigorous blood and energy circulate wildly, transforming vital energy into blood energy, which is then supplied to the Blood Explosion Divine Skill.

The Divine Blood Divine Skill burned blood and vital energy, forcefully dissipating the force of the Eight Kings' punches, leaving Chen Guan helpless against them.

With the level 60 Blood Explosion Divine Skill, plus the double power boost from the First Secret Technique, even a powerful figure like the Eighth King had his punching power significantly reduced.

The Eighth King was enraged. He couldn't believe that he couldn't defeat a human cultivator at the third level of awakening. Suddenly, he leaped and did a backflip. After landing on the ground, his body swelled up again, and a terrifying aura frantically gathered around him.

The Eighth King's fists joined together, the two huge iron fists interlocking their fingers, transforming into a super iron fist, raised high above his head, and the energy in his entire body seemed to boil, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Great...King...Eight...Fists..." The Eighth King roared, and his clasped fists, raised high, suddenly slammed forward.

The vital energy burst forth explosively, carrying a spiraling force, and bombarded Chen Guan.

boom!
The blood energy layer on Chen Guan's body scattered like fireworks, followed by a massive explosion of vital energy.

The entire arena-like casino was reduced to ruins by this terrifying blow.

Bang!
Chen Guan's body fell backward like a mountain of gold collapsing and a jade pillar crumbling.

The Eighth King's massive punch shattered the level 60 Blood Explosion Divine Skill and the Immovable King Skill, breaking countless bones.

Even so, the Immovable Myo-o technique still didn't make him move an inch.

However, his body couldn't take it anymore and he collapsed to the ground, having broken too many bones.

(End of this chapter)