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

Chapter 452 I'm Not Playing With You Anymore

As everyone knows, Nameless in Storm Riders is very strong, but also very weak.

His strength lies in the realm of "Heavenly Sword".

He's sluggish, especially in terms of his poor performance.

In the first part of the story, Wuming was defeated by Pojun and Jue Wushen, and finally suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Quan Daoshen.

Although he lost to the first two, there were various reasons, such as being poisoned by Jian Chen and having only one level of skill left.

However, when facing the God of Fist, he and Fengyun attacked together, and in the end, they were defeated by this person.

Therefore, Ren Shaoyang did not get distracted when he saw the Fist God who had been blasted away and shot into the pile of stones. He focused on observing the man's aura.

"Nisnei, Nisnei, Nisnei!"

A loud shout rang out, followed by a "bang," and then a hail of pebbles shot out.

Then, the Fist God suddenly stood up. His extremely burly body resembled a demon god, radiating boundless malevolent energy. Even without seeing his face, just seeing his outline sent chills down one's spine and made one's mind tremble.

The rain of stones flew with lightning speed, soaring more than ten feet into the air. When they reached three feet in front of Ren Shaoyang, they suddenly ran out of strength and fell to the ground.

Ren Jianshen remained motionless, watching the figure revealed as the stone rain fell, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He turned his gaze and chuckled, "Do you know why I, Ren, have come to Japan?"

The Fist God knew that Shi Yu couldn't hurt this person, but seeing his carefree smile, he couldn't help but think of his tragically deceased son. His heart burned with heat, his eyes turned red, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Why?"

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands in his sleeves and said loudly, "What do you think?"

The God of Fist felt a tightness in his chest and said in a deep voice, "You're doing this for revenge?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "In this world, the Japanese have not yet made enemies with me."

The Fist God clenched his fist: "To challenge me?"

"In my eyes, you and Jue Wushen are the same, neither of you are qualified!" Ren Shaoyang said calmly.

"You son of a bitch!" The Fist God lost his patience, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "What exactly is it all for?"

"Kill."

The Fist God was taken aback, and said in a hoarse voice, "What?"

"I came to Japan to kill people." Ren Shaoyang looked up at the sky. "Isn't that simple?"

So, you killed my son.

"Whether he eats people or not, he'll die." Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly. "Do you understand?"

"I understand your mother!" The Fist God's eyes flashed with blood as he roared, "After I kill you, I'll make the entire Japanese nation pay for my son's death!"

With a swing of his right fist, he charged forward!

At this moment, the wind in the sky and earth suddenly "emptied," becoming heavy and restless. The light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds were all reduced to a fleeting shadow by this one punch.

In Ren Shaoyang's eyes, it seemed as if the whole world was filled by this punch, but he did not dodge. Instead, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, forming a cold smile.

An invisible sword intent suddenly filled the heavens and earth!

The little beggar, Ding'an, Gun Gun, and the white donkey, who were more than ten feet away, couldn't help but tremble and hug each other tightly.

The fat tiger, which had been secretly peeking out from the distant forest, suddenly bent over, its fur standing on end, its claws piercing its head, and it stuck out its rear end like an ostrich.

A sliver of moonlight appeared before Ren Shaoyang, seemingly the only radiance in the world.

The Fist God charged forward with all his might, each step shattering the earth and causing the surrounding bamboo leaves to collapse rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, a huge black shadow suddenly flashed past Ren Shaoyang, less than three zhang away!
The unparalleled iron fist has arrived!

With a deafening bang, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and gods.

Their fists and swords clashed, producing a dull thud that shook the surrounding bamboo leaves, causing them to flutter up as if a rain of leaves had fallen. The ground beneath their feet trembled and undulated like waves, its course uncertain and unsteady.

The Fist God roared repeatedly, his arms swirling like windmills, his energy sweeping in all directions, appearing like a madman, terrifying beyond measure.

Ren Shaoyang moved swiftly, riding the wind and taking advantage of the momentum, circling around the Fist God, and said with a light laugh, "In this era, your fist technique can be called top three."

"fart!"

The Fist God roared repeatedly, his fists striking out like cannons, aimed straight at his opponent's chest: "My fists are the best in the world!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Click!

When the Fist God punched and missed, a large section of the purple bamboo forest, several dozen feet away, collapsed instantly, forming a wide "canyon".

"Come out! Get out here right now!"

The Fist God looked left and right, up and down, but still couldn't find the white robe, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Speak to my sword first."

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang's clear voice came from the sky.

The Fist God looked up.

Under the cold moonlight, Ren Jianshen stood with his hands behind his back atop a purple bamboo tree, his toes touching the bamboo leaves as he swayed in the wind.

"Hmph! You escaped pretty quickly!"

The Fist God was secretly surprised and was about to launch another attack when he suddenly noticed a strange movement in the air.

In the darkness, a streak of black light shot out from the side, heading straight for his throat.

The sword wind was fierce, but the Fist God showed no fear whatsoever, instead bursting into laughter. Of all the sword techniques in the world, only the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique could truly intimidate him; all other sword techniques were beneath his notice!
He channeled his energy into his left hand, unleashing an invisible fist strike, intending to engage in a head-on confrontation and determine the victor in a single move.

The sword light was only an inch away when the Divine Iron Fist of Fist Dao was unleashed, its true power aimed at shattering the incoming sword into dozens of pieces.

Just as the two were about to clash, the sword light suddenly faded, and the sword tip drew a circle, dodging the iron fist, and with a whoosh, it pierced straight into his chest!
"This damned sword seems to possess a spirit," the Dao God thought in astonishment.

Not daring to be careless, he quickly twisted his waist and dodged to the left, avoiding the oncoming sword.

Standing on the bamboo, under the moonlight, Ren Jianshen, dressed in white with an upright and honest demeanor, smiled slightly and said, "Impressive movement technique." He then moved his fingers.

Damn!
The dragon-capturing technique moved with the grace of a flying bird, circling back and forth around the god of boxing.

The blade moved erratically, sometimes straight, sometimes curved, sometimes hidden, sometimes visible. It shrunk like a black serpent, peeking out cautiously; it spread out, covering dozens of feet, transforming into countless silver threads, like dragons and snakes, occasionally circling around the fists, striking the vulnerable sides, and once it touched the body, it immediately burrowed in.

Even though the Fist God roared repeatedly and kept throwing punches, blood still gushed from his body, and the wounds were so deep that the bone was visible.

Gradually, the roar of the Fist God slowed down, and the power of his punches weakened. He felt increasingly desperate and was covered in cold sweat.

Just as he was about to unleash his ultimate move, "Fist Strike the Void," to counterattack, something incredible happened. With a whoosh, the world cleared, and the sword light vanished!
The Fist God was stunned for a moment, only to see Ren Shaoyang's figure flip in mid-air, head down and feet up, like an inverted golden hook. To his astonishment, Ren Shaoyang's heel swept across the air and slammed heavily onto his head.

With a burst of divine power, and a loud bang, the Fist God slammed his head into the ground!

The Fist God was extremely shocked and enraged. Although the kick was heavy, it could not harm his copper tendons and iron bones. In his rage, he flipped over and jumped up, roaring as he challenged the Sword God.

"Come on, again!"

The roar shook the heavens and earth. The Fist God was filled with murderous intent, his eyes glaring ahead, ready to strike. But for a moment, he was stunned.

Hey! Where is everyone?
Where is that wretched white robe?

"I'm here." A soft laugh came from behind.

The Fist God opened his mouth wide and turned to look.

Ren Shaoyang stood quietly behind him, smiling with his hands in his sleeves: "Don't get the direction wrong, you old devil."

"Die!" The Fist God was shocked and furious. He roared and howled, his fists tucked under his armpits. With the explosion of his internal energy, blood spurted out, and he became a blood gourd.

At that moment, two terrifying bursts of energy suddenly appeared on his fists.

It was his life's masterpiece—"Fist Striking Through the Void!"

It was as if a sudden wave had surged between the two of them.

A whirlwind rapidly expanded and exploded, sweeping across the entire valley, accompanied by a mournful cry echoing through the heavens and earth.

Where the storm passed, the valley was almost turned into a hellish scene, and everything seemed to be reduced to ashes in this thunderous punch!

Ding'an was mesmerized: "What amazing boxing skills!"

Hongxiu held her breath and nodded, saying, "Yes, Pang Ban is not as good as him."

"Such a high evaluation?" Ding An suddenly turned around.

"This person was imprisoned for twenty years, his shoulder blades were locked, preventing him from cultivating, yet he still possesses such skill." Hongxiu pinched her chin and said seriously, "Isn't that amazing?"

Ding An nodded: "Impressive!" He hesitated for a moment, then added, "That cripple..."

"The Fist God is very powerful, but it's a pity." Hongxiu quietly watched the scene, then suddenly smiled. "He ran into a cripple."

Her smile was languid and casual, as if she didn't care about the earth-shattering fist, and a faint pride overflowed from her eyes.

"I've encountered one, the true god of swordsmanship!"

Ding'an stood there blankly, seemingly not understanding what had happened, and could only turn his head to look.

"how come!"

The martial arts master's eyes showed a look of shock.

He threw a punch, clearly aiming it at the head of his formidable enemy, but the opponent flashed like a moon shadow, leaving ripples in the void.

The iron fist pierced straight through the opponent's body, unleashing its full force upon the purple bamboo forest behind him. With a bang, flowers and grass bent over, sand and stones flew, the entire bamboo forest collapsed, and countless cherry blossoms were thrown into the air.

His pupils contracted, and he moved his fists again.

"Unlimited Punishment!"

With both fists raised, the force of the punches surged like a raging torrent, a hissing sound filled the air, and dust billowed into the sky.

Countless flowers and leaves were crushed into dust, and everything seemed to be frozen.

At the eye of the storm, Ren Shaoyang, seeing the fist approaching again, slowly fluttered his sleeves, pointed his halberd at the sky, and smiled slightly: "Alright, I'm not playing with you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chill in the air intensified.

The wind is like a sword, the leaves fall like swords, and the sand, stones, and trees are also like swords; everything in sight is sharp and piercing.

Damn!

A clear and melodious voice rang out, and suddenly a flash of sword light appeared, piercing through the wind and clouds, soaring straight into the sky!
"Heavenly Sword Collapses Mountains!"

With a cry of "Heavenly Sword Collapses Mountain," a strange change occurred in the sky, with dark clouds rapidly gathering and churning.

Whoosh!
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the void, with several bright white bolts of lightning descending from the sky.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sword finger, and with a whoosh, lightning bolts materialized and converged upon the Fist God. This kind of swordsmanship, capable of commanding wind and clouds and summoning lightning, was no longer of the mortal realm.

The moonlight suddenly became heavy.

Suddenly, the Fist God felt the world expand rapidly while he himself shrank continuously. A vast aura rolled down like a giant boulder, causing his blood and qi to surge wildly and uncontrollably.

"not good!"

"bass!"

A bolt of lightning struck, followed by a deafening roar that shook the earth, sending fallen leaves flying. A black streak, like ink spilled by a scholar's brush, transformed into a hundred-foot-wide chasm stretching across the valley.

Amidst the cataclysmic upheaval, a figure in a white robe vanished like a dream, disappearing from the scene. In a daze, Ren Shaoyang was already sitting on a donkey cart, softly saying, "Let's go."

"okay!"

Hongxiu and Ding'an jumped up one after the other, one crawling into the carriage and the other leaping onto the roof.

"Bang!"

The white donkey, emboldened by its owner, brayed, snorted, and clattered away pulling the cart.

Hongxiu's chattering voice came over: "Crippled man, your sword also electrocuted a lot of hidden scum."

"It must have been sent by the Emperor of Japan."

"Wow, that guy is really wicked!" Hongxiu exclaimed indignantly. "It was definitely the right choice to rob him of his treasure!"

"Heh, let's find the person first."

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

The voices of the group faded into the distance, and the donkey cart gradually disappeared from view.

The Fist God stood alone in place, motionless.

He felt a bone-chilling cold rise from the depths of his body and gradually spread throughout his entire being.

"To die at the hands of such a person, how tragically beautiful!"

A gentle breeze swept by, and he seemed like an empty shell.

Whoosh, shattered into pieces.

(End of this chapter)