The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 237

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

A huge ammo cache and the giant Thunderstorm stood quietly under the sunlight.

Qin Fen passed by it and stretched his hand, grabbing it. Time was life. In peacetime, ten seconds was a very short period of time. But now, as far as those swift and violent insect warriors were concerned, it was as slow as a century. They could wantonly finish a killing spree.

Looking at Qin Fen walking in large strides while carrying that heavy weapon, Yang Jiwu sighed in his heart once more. It was hard to say if he was ranked first among the East Asia young martial artists. But if it was among the new recruits of East Asia, Qin Fen could be designated as first.

Reluctant as Yang Jiwu was to admit it, Yang Jiwu had to. If he wanted to become Song Wendong's grandson-in-law, the current him was still far from enough. Even if he challenged Qin Fen, he would only bring disgrace upon himself.

Even before over a thousand recruits converged with the other part of the main force, they had been chased by the insect warriors. Now, they had no room to retreat. Kyokushin Genichi, acting as a temporary leader, hastily gathered the recruits and started counterattacking with mutual support.

After all, the recruits weren't insect warriors who didn't have emotions like fear and morale. They knew pain, they loved their lives and feared death.

In a one on one situation, there was too big of a gap between their strengths. One side had the strength of the five-star level, while the other only had three-star level strength.

In light of such a disparity, if the weaker party fought like they didn't want to live, perhaps odds may turn in their favor. However, with several recruits having their heads crushed and hearts gouged out by the insect warriors the moment the fight started, their courage had already been broken from fright.

They had never been truly on a battlefield. Naturally, they had never seen a gruesome death, owing to which, they could only play out eighty percent of their normal strength.

Even if they gave a full display of their strength, their survival would still depend on luck. But with only been able to bring out eighty percent of their strength, blood-curdling screams of recruits resounded one after another.

When Qin Fen charged into the battlefield, the insect warriors had long dispersed to fight. Without the insect warriors ganging up on him, the insect warriors were simply unable to pose any real threat in a one-on-one or two-on-one situation. With a tyrannical force, three nearby insect warriors were instantly killed. It was as if he was sweeping dead leaves.

Yang Jiwu, rushing into the battlefield, immediately made a leap towards a group. After a few ups and downs, he finally arrived by the adjutant side. Kyokushin Genichi, Okamoto Takeshi, Park Jong-Hwan, the three were also here, supporting the lineup. This place was far more stable than the other places.

Having arrived here, Yang Jiwu immediately grabbed the megaphone from the adjutant's hand and shouted, “Don't panic! Half of these monsters have already been killed by us, they aren't impossible to kill.

At this moment, the fleeing and crying recruits suddenly calmed down. The impending collapse of morale instantly stabilized once more.

Over these past few days, the recruits had already become accustomed to obeying Yang Jiwu commands. Every day, Yang Jiwu, in order to build some personal prestige, had often displayed a part of his strength. Whether it was his marksmanship or martial techniques, they were higher than the recruits.

It could even be said that he was Optimus Prime in the heart of new recruits! And now, the commander-in-chief of the new recruits was back, with his body covered in the blood of insect warriors!

Many recruits subconsciously looked at the source of the shout. Many insect warriors were also attracted to the sound from the megaphone.

At this moment, Yang Jiwu had truly become the prime focus of the battlefield.

But right then, a fierce cry suddenly came from the back of Yang Jiwu before Park Jong-Hwan's body abruptly flew into the air as a huge palm seal, carrying a strong force, pierced through his chest from the back!

The crisp sounds of his bones breaking to pieces and his internal organs bursting out of his chest almost resounded at the same time.

A peak four-star martial artist was dead.

Before Park Jong-Hwan could feel any pain, his body was already high up in the air, his internal organs and bones bursting out of his chest and flying everywhere.

Yang Jiwu, with eyes filled with perplexion, turned his head around, looking at Okamoto Takeshi. This neo sumo expert had suddenly attacked with an explosive force.

Before Yang Jiwu could understand what was going on, Okamoto Takeshi gave a war cry as he waved his pillar-like thick arm, rumbling a Great Monument Breaking Hand at that completely exposed and undefended back of Yang Jiwu.

“Not good!”

Facing impending death, goosebumps immediately exploded all over Yang Jiwu's body. He energized his biochemical beast for the first time as his three element true energies quickly circulated down his simulated meridians.

Immediately, Yang Jiwu planted his feet on the ground like a rooted tree. He didn't retreat or dodged, but rather twisted his waist and leaned sideways. His shoulder shook as his entire arm rushed out, like a sharp arrow fired from the heaven shaking divine bow, shooting back at the giant god. Its target was the palm that was as thick as that of a giant God.

This was Yang Jiwu's Short-Counter move from the Arrow Kicks and Punches. At the deciding moment of life and death, Yang Jiwu had immediately unleashed all his strength, to the point that even the distant Qin Fen was looking with eyes filled with praise and astonishment.

The thick hairs on Okamoto Takeshi's arm blew back as they greeted the strong wind. Even before the Arrow Punch arrived, the arrow's pressure was already pressing on Okamoto Takeshi!

Qin Fen's eyes immediately constricted. This arrow punch is no longer a simple punch. The fearsome part of this arrow punch isn't the power concentrated in it, but rather the aura of power in the arrow punch! Once an arrow is fired, there is no turning back!

The moment Yang Jiwu turned around and fired his punch, he suddenly had a feeling that he had never felt before. At this moment, there was no other person in this world. Even his opponent Okamoto Takeshi didn't exist. All he could see what a huge palm. This palm was also like an archery target of an ancient battlefield!

All the bloodlust on the battlefield was completely absorbed by Yang Jiwu, in this arrow that could never return! Essence, energy, and spirit were congealed to an unprecedented peak!

The aura of power of this punch gave Qin Fen the feeling that the biochemical beast, the boxing skills, and the true energy had perfectly fused together, like the rumored harmony of man and nature in martial dao!

Such a strike was no longer the sharp and fierce arrow punch, but rather the true fusion strike of 'heart', 'skill', and 'body'!

Even a seven-star peak martial artist would have a difficult time confronting a full force attack from a six-star martial artist coupled with his level-two fusion biochemical beast! Not to mention it was an attack with 'heart', 'skill', and 'body' in harmony!

Yang Jiwu was confident that this blow could defeat Qin Fen in his upcoming battle with him.

BOOM!

As the palm and the fist clashed into each other like a car collision, the sound of flesh and bones colliding shook everyone's ear to no end. In contrast to that meaty, leaf-fan-like palm of Okamoto Takeshi that was as hard as steel, Yang Jiwu's arrow punch was like a toothpick.

As the palm and the punch struggled hard with each other, Yang Jiwu's stance of drawing an arrow shook as the sturdy and wear-resistant pair of boots under his feet made tearing sounds. Even the sand and weeds under his feet flew outwards from the aftershock.

All Yang Jiwu felt was a power that could flip the mountains and overturn the seas traveling down his fist and breaking into his body. The bones in his fist and arms made cracking sounds as they splintered into pieces. After that, his body flew high into the air, like he was hit by a speeding F1 car. His body whizzed through the air as he spouted a fountain of blood.

Several young experts with good eyesight could clearly notice the blood constantly oozing out from the pores of the right arm that Yang Jiwu had used to fire the arrow punch as well as the trembling muscles of Yang Jiwu's body.

To everyone's surprise, the strike with the fusion of heart, skill, and body was defeated!

Even after having employed the biochemical beast and bursting forth with unprecedented strength, Yang Jiwu had been defeated in such a clean manner. There wasn't the slightest bit of dragging through mud and water.

Qin Fen and the others were astounded. It would be utterly impossible for them to take that punch, let alone defeating the opposite party instantly.

Yet, Okamoto Takeshi, a four-star peak martial artist had actually done something that the six-star young martial artists would have a hard time doing it.

A Great Monument Breaking Hand had pushed Yang Jiwu to the edge of death. Okamoto Takeshi looked up to the sky and let out a war cry once more. At this moment, his huge and fatty body was mapped with bulging blue veins. The crisscrossing blue veins had completely enveloped that thick fat of his, turning him into a huge black and blue ball of meat.

His two thick arms were similarly covered in hideous black and blue veins. His loud heartbeat resounded throughout this quiet battlefield.

Every time his heartbeat rang, it would ruthlessly knock away the just recovered morale of new recruits. Yang Jiwu was defeated — easily defeated by Okamoto Takeshi, who was like a giant evil god that would only appear in myths and legends.

The insect warriors who were still giving full play to their animalistic tendencies let out a scream together as they knelt to Okamoto Takeshi, like the ancient courtiers worshipping the emperor.

Okamoto Takeshi had become an insect warrior.

Qin Fen and the others immediately noticed the worry in the other party's eyes as they glanced at each other.

When a three-star recruit became an insect warrior, his strength would soar to the level of a five-star martial artist. But Okamoto Takeshi was a four-star martial artist, so then, according to this calculation, wouldn't that mean that he was equal to a six-star martial artist?

When an ordinary recruit turned into an insect warrior, his kick and punches would have a thousand pounds of force behind them. That kind of physical strength was rather powerful. Then, how strong was Okamoto Takeshi now, who was walking on the overbearing firm and fierce road of martial dao?

What was most unbelievable was that Okamoto Takeshi had achieved level-two fusion with his biochemical beast! Last time, when he fought with Zha Can, he was utterly defeated even before he had the chance to use his biochemical beast.

And today, he finally had the chance to energize his biochemical beast. And with just a punch, he had completely smashed Yang Jiwu's blow which was the fusion of heart, skill, and body. Moreover, he had pushed Yang Jiwu to the edge of death.

The moment he finished his war cry, Okamoto Takeshi pounded his feet on the ground. That huge body of his, coupled with devil-like power, rustled all the leaves on the trees. The nearest recruit even thought that an earthquake had hit the battlefield.

That huge body of his did not impede the high-speed movement of Okamoto Takeshi even the slightest bit. The moment his feet hit the ground, Okamoto Takeshi appeared before Zha Can almost like he had teleported. His huge leaf-fan-like palm rumbled the Great Monument Breaking Hand at Zha Can, enveloping him inside.

No one knew whether Okamoto Takeshi still had his intellect or not, but at the very least, he still remembered that he was once defeated by Zha Can.

Okamoto Takeshi was extremely fast. Just as wind searing sound entered Zha Can's ears, that huge leaf-fan-like Great Monument Breaking Hand was already smashing down at him.

He wanted to dodge, but every route of retreat was completely sealed by this Great Monument Breaking Hand. The consequence of forced evasion would be evading this attack and facing the next strike without an opportunity to resist the counterattack.

The other experts among the recruits were relatively far away. Even if he managed to evade, no one could come to his rescue before the second strike.

Chapter end