Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 451 God of Fist (Seeking monthly votes!)

"who?!"

As a donkey cart appeared out of thin air in the bamboo forest, a dozen or so ghost-faced demons carrying double swords were about to make their move.

But before they could draw their swords, a long laugh rang out, and a figure in flowing white robes appeared like a shadow or mist. He grabbed two Japanese soldiers and casually tossed them into the air, where they crashed into four people in the distance. Without a sound, they died instantly.

Ren Shaoyang dashed around the field, weaving into the crowd and charging recklessly. Swords, spears, and arrows flew at his touch, and with each swing and thrust, a warrior would surely perish.

The leader was horrified and terrified when he saw that his subordinates, the Ghost Chaluo, had been almost all killed or wounded in the blink of an eye. He was filled with ferocity.

He secretly circled behind Ren Jianshen, raised his Japanese sword, aimed at his waist and shouted, "Shinai!" before forcefully stabbing him.

But the blade missed its mark, and the white figure opposite vanished like flowing clouds.

"It's alright," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile.

The leader was skilled in martial arts and quick-witted. He immediately swung his sword horizontally, but missed again.

"not good!"

The leader's eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed inwardly.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped him, and a large, jade-like hand touched him. *Crack*, his head was forcefully shoved into his chest cavity. His body swayed, then thudded to the ground.

Ren Shaoyang turned to look at a cave on his left and strode over.

Upon entering the cave, one is immediately struck by the unbearable stench. The place is littered with bones, flesh and hair scattered everywhere, and the ground is covered with congealed bloodstains.

Ren Shaoyang frowned, held his breath, and stared intently, discovering that there were several faint bite marks on the skeleton.

Looking up, one could see that the bones inside the cave had piled up into a small mountain.

On the mountaintop, a fat, obese figure was squatting.

This man was a middle-aged man, fat and strong, with a bald head and a bushy beard, and extremely ugly.

He ignored Ren Shaoyang's arrival, instead hugging a skull and chewing on it noisily, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking like a madman.

Ren Shaoyang knew that this person was called "Boxing Maniac" and was the son of the Boxing God.

Why didn't God kill this fool?

The reason is that after the Fist God was trapped in the Fist Tomb and his master was murdered, the ultimate martial arts techniques of the "Orthodox Fist School" were actually lost.

For the sake of his ambition, Wu Shen spared the life of Quan Chi and fed him with human flesh, asking him about the key points of the "orthodox Quan school" of boxing techniques. Over time, Quan Chi even comprehended the "killing fist".

This shows that the boxing fanatic, though seemingly foolish, is actually a direct descendant of the "authentic boxing lineage".

"I'm so hungry!"

Suddenly a roar was heard, followed by the crashing sound of bones falling.

Then the boxing fanatic moved his hands and feet together, crawling over as fast as an infant, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his roar like thunder, shouting incoherently, "Food! Meat!"

Suddenly, it pounced forward like a mountain of flesh, shouting, "Let me eat you!"

Ren Shaoyang dodged to the side.

"Boom!"

The boxing fanatic was like a rolling boulder, his two thick, fleshy palms, as big as palm fans, slamming straight into the rock wall. It was like pushing a mountain and shaking a peak, causing the cave to shake violently, and it felt like something was about to fall from above.

"Don't run away, let me lick it!"

Unable to strike, the boxing fanatic roared and turned his hands from pushing to grabbing, aiming for Ren Shaoyang's shoulders. His fat face was ferocious and terrifying, with saliva still dripping from his mouth.

He opened his blood-red maw and bit down on Ren Shaoyang's neck. His breath was foul and smelled like a latrine. His two rows of fine, sharp teeth sent chills down one's spine.

"Huh, did you eat shit?"

Ren Shaoyang looked disgusted, and casually threw a punch that was as fast as lightning, powerful and heavy, like a bull pulling an elephant.

boom!
With a loud bang, the boxing fanatic was punched in the face, his head snapped back, and his massive body slammed into the rock wall, causing it to cave in.

But he shook his head, seemingly unharmed.

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed "Huh," feeling as if his punch had sunk into mud, the force of which seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Haha, come on, let's keep fighting!" The boxing fanatic pulled himself out of the rock wall, laughing so hard that his fat body jiggled. "If you can't fight anymore, let me take a bite."

He suddenly rushed over, his right fist thrusting out towards Ren Shaoyang's chest.

This punch was extremely vicious, its force crisp, cold, and penetrating, with the power to destroy the heart—completely contrary to the boxing fanatic's burly and obese physique. This clearly demonstrates that the martial arts of the "orthodox boxing school" have their unique characteristics.

Ren Shaoyang sneered: "Fine, one more punch."

Just as the fist fanatic was about to unleash his full inner force, his vision blurred and he saw that the opponent's fist had already arrived in front of his chest.

With a "whoosh!" sound, the fist fanatic appeared unharmed in front, but his clothes on the back suddenly ripped open with a hole the size of a fist, and the torn clothes mixed with blood and flesh flew several feet away.

The howling stopped abruptly.

The fierce light in the boxing fanatic's eyes vanished abruptly. He looked on in disbelief, opening his mouth to speak, but instead of words, he spat out a mouthful of foul blood, vaguely mixed with scarlet chunks of flesh.

Even with such injuries, the boxing fanatic was still alive, and with a sob, he threw another punch.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look at it, and with a backhand flick, as swift as morning dew, it hit him squarely on the head.

Before the fist maniac could stop his forward lunge, the head on his shoulder flew out of the cave entrance with a "whoosh" and rolled toward the stone fist.

The headless corpse, still trembling, staggered a few steps before collapsing with a thud. Its limbs were still twitching, and large gushes of blood gushed from its cavity. It was finally dead.

If Ren Shaoyang's moves in the past were always earth-shattering, now they seem simple and unpretentious, with a sense of returning to simplicity.

Like the breeze through the pines and the moon reflected in the water, like clouds gathering and mist rising, every movement and every move seems ordinary, yet it embodies the profound simplicity of the ultimate truth.

Rumble!
As Ren Shaoyang stepped out of the cave, the cannibal's cave collapsed with a deafening roar, covering everything.

At this moment, the moonlight was hidden deep within, the night was as black as ink, and a misty fog rose from the earth, floating deep within the purple bamboo forest, making everything appear ethereal.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the stone fist with his hands behind his back and said with a faint smile, "God of Fist Dao, why don't you come out?" Suddenly, a chilling aura spread from the stone fist, stirring up the mist, as if a ferocious beast had been awakened and was lurking around.

Who are you?

A muffled, thunderous voice rang out, its tone hoarse, as if the speaker hadn't spoken in a long time.

Ren Shaoyang smiled: "The man who killed your son."

"What?!" The voice suddenly rose sharply, causing the iron chains to rattle.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward leisurely and kicked.

Then, with a "whoosh," the head of the boxing fanatic drew a graceful arc, crashed through the iron window on the stone fist with a bang, and fell inside.

"Say goodbye to your son." Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

At this moment, all around was silent, with only the rustling sound of wind blowing and leaves falling.

There was no reply from within the stone fist for a long time.

suddenly!

A thunderous roar erupted, like a raging torrent!

A terrifying aura swept through the entire purple bamboo forest, causing the grass and trees to explode and the earth to shake violently.

"How dare you kill my beloved son?!"

"what!"

The next moment, the earth shook violently, and the wind and clouds changed color. The iron chains on the stone fist snapped and shattered with a deafening roar!

The pebbles exploded in all directions with a crackling sound, as fast as flying arrows.

Ren Shaoyang's figure flickered like a moon shadow, advancing instead of retreating, drifting towards the center of the arena.

Then a large, menacing hand emerged from the rubble.

What kind of move is this?
The muscles and tendons became deformed due to years of imprisonment, bulging high from under the skin, twisting and protruding, like thick earthworms.

This hand was incredibly large, with five fingers resembling five small radishes. The knuckles were covered in hard, thick black calluses, and the knuckles protruded strangely. The chain on the wrist was like soft mud in this hand, easily shattered with a gentle pull.

With a push of his palm, a bare-chested giant suddenly crawled out of the ruins.

This person was none other than the former number one master of the "Orthodox School of Fist," the invincible supreme fist master of Japan—Kendo Shin.

His real name is long lost to history. Because he was so devoted to the art of boxing, he called himself "God of Boxing," just like the martial arts legend "Nameless" in the Central Plains.

Ren Shaoyang stared intently and saw that the Fist God had white hair and beard, a bald head, a bare, muscular upper body, and wore bright yellow trousers.

Far from showing any signs of weakness, he became even more ferocious, his exaggerated and terrifying body resembling a giant monster ready to devour its prey, his blood and energy like a furnace.

Then they saw the Fist God with a ferocious expression, half-crouching, one hand gripping the head of the Fist Maniac.
This boxing fanatic was already a nine-foot-tall man, his head twice the size of Ren Shaoyang's. Yet, under the giant palm of the Boxing God, he was as small as an iron fist, which was truly astonishing.

"It was you who killed my son," the Fist God snarled.

Ren Shaoyang nodded, raised his hand to gently brush the stray hairs from his forehead, and said, "It's me."

"it is good!"

The Fist God glared angrily, looking down at his beloved son's face in his hands. His eyes welled up with tears, and he burst into wild laughter, tears streaming down his face.

He laughed and cried at the same time, howled twice, then suddenly lowered his head, stood up straight, and stared intently at Ren Shaoyang, with tears glistening on his beard.

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Of course I'm fine."

The Fist God stared at him blankly for a moment, then suddenly frowned and said, "The energy within you."

"What?" Ren Shaoyang asked.

The Fist God paused for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "You killed Zetsu no Suke?!"

"Yes," Ren Shaoyang replied succinctly.

Zetsu no Suke was Zetsu no Kami's original name.

"Good!" The Fist God shouted "Good!" again, then straightened his mountain-like body and strode over, his aura incomparably powerful.

“You killed my son, and I originally wanted to eat you alive. But I’m only doing you a favor by killing Zetsu no Suke.”

The Fist God paused, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "I'll just take your head and place it under my son's head, so you can be his servant for eternity!"

Before he finished speaking, a punch was thrown.

This punch was not swift, but rather slow, yet its momentum seemed to create an illusion, and time itself seemed to slow down as his massive fist moved forward.

Whoosh! The white shadow vanished like smoke along with the giant fist.

At the same time, with a deafening roar, the distant boulder suddenly leaped into the air. Then, it cracked and scattered, like hailstones and meteorites, hurtling towards the purple bamboo forest, smashing the bamboo grove and snapping it in two.

"Hmph, you think you can run?"

The Fist God let out a cry, suddenly reaching towards the sky and grabbing Shao Yang's shoulder, his five fingers like sharp claws, gripping him tightly!

Ren Shaoyang frowned, pulled sharply backward, and grabbed his wrist with his palm.

Unexpectedly, the Fist God's fist technique was so exquisite that, in the blink of an eye, a punch landed on Ren Shaoyang's chest!
boom!
With a loud bang, Ren Shaoyang felt a tightness in his chest after being punched, and his true energy naturally surged towards his heart.

The "Black-level Floating Pagoda" suddenly erupted, like ink spreading across rice paper, with layers of dark energy rippling around it!

Just as the Fist God was about to strike through the white-robed man's chest with all his might, killing his enemy, a surging, earth-shattering heat surged forth, like a raging torrent, incredibly powerful.

With a snap, his shoulder was twisted, and before he could even cry out, Wu Chou's strength struck again, flipping him over and sending him flying backward.

With a deafening roar, it hurtled forward with lightning speed, crashing into the pile of stones like a cannonball!

(End of this chapter)