The Immortal Ruins Chapter 52

Chapter 52 The Lion’s Roar

There was a sudden silence on the second platform.

Lin Yuetao was still gathering his breath.

Liu Guang and Chen Anguo were retreating behind Jiang Shaoliu and they stayed behind Lin Yuetao.

“Fall back, the farther the better,” Jiang Shaoliu said gravely without turning around. “It must be at least a hundred meters, or you won’t make it.”

Liu Guang looked at Jiang Shaoliu’s back and nodded. “Be careful, Mr. Jiang.”

“Don’t worry about us, Mr. Jiang,” Lieutenant Chen added.

Then they retreated.

Lin Yuetao was still preparing when Jiang Shaoliu stepped away, the veins on his arms bulging like meandering silver earthworms with infinite power under his silvered skin.

His chest was still inflating like a silver balloon, his muscles stretched thin.

“Lion Warrior,” Jiang Shaoliu said, “allow me to return the favor I owe you from last time.”

Then he closed his eyes and let the fierceness of the ape flow out of him, replaced by the serenity of the Buddha.

Whoosh…

The wind blew in his ears.

He was standing between the nine monsters and Lin Yuetao, breathing smoothly and running the Great Sage’s Formula.

Suddenly, he was a blur of motion.

His fists turned into orbs of howling wind, swirling all around him like a cyclone.

That was the strongest defense of the Demon Fist.

The onlookers watched anxiously.

Even one or two such beasts would be difficult to handle. Could Jiang Shaoliu possibly fight off nine of them with nothing

but his fists?

Ruo Feng stared agape from the opposite mountaintop, muttering to himself, “What’s this weird technique? How can his fist touch the ground?”

Li Xiang was breathing heavily in front of the wall-mounted screen in his office at the Hongfa Group building, with a greedy look in his eyes.

“This martial form can even stop bullets. I need this!”

He clenched his fists and rewound the video, trying to imitate Jiang Shaoliu’s movements.

But he couldn’t get it, no matter how he tried.

“What the hell? What kind of technique is this?!” Li Xiang began hysterically smashing everything in the room, screaming profanities at the display.

There were more than one million viewers watching Ruo Feng’s livestream by this point.

“Is he using himself as a human shield for Lion Warrior? What the hell, he’s gon’ die!”

“How are his hands doing that?”

“Oh shieet, the monsters are coming for him! Think he’s gonna make it?”

The great lion got back up and hopped back toward Jiang Shaoliu, slapping at him with a huge, silvered paw, which caused a shockwave to blast out.

Gui Gui gritted his teeth in the crowd and crossed his fingers.

He had just been stomped on by the lion and his ribs still hurt. Would Jiang Shaoliu end the same?

Oomph!

The shockwave struck the cyclone and dispersed it immediately. It was too heavy and too strong for Jiang Shaoliu’s defense to stop it.

There was a victorious look in the lion’s eyes, but only

only for a split second.

It was in the air again.

The lion had just touched the cyclone when infinite power exploded from the ground into its face, flinging it up into the air, where its gargantuan form flipped a couple of times before crashing on top of a silver rhino.

The lion and the rhino collapsed in a cloud of dust.

The rhino bawled, its front leg crushed and twisted under its own body.

The lion’s right shoulder was quickly swelling as it struggled on the ground, seemingly dislocated.

It was huffing heavily with great rage in its eyes.

“What…?”

Everyone, except the four great masters dealing with the monstrous mastiff, stared at Jiang Shaoliu in utter shock.

The livestream audience went wild.

The remaining seven monsters approached slowly, roaring and screaming.

Inside his cyclone of energy, Jiang Shaoliu remained still and serene.

He could see seven enormous, dark silver shapes approaching him through the darkness.

“Come at me if you want,” Jiang Shaoliu muttered to himself.

The cyclone shot out, briefly pausing next to each of the seven silver shapes before returning to Lin Yuetao.

A string of seven explosions echoed across the second platform.

The seven giants flew backwards, crashing into jagged rocks or falling right off the cliffs.

Rubble scattered in all directions, as the giant wolf fell on top of the lion, the two remaining rhinos collapsed in a pool of blood, and the two bears smashed through a pile of boulders, blooding running in rivers.

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Only the two fat parrots climbed back up to their feet with ruffled feathers and turned their fat bellies again toward Jiang Shaoliu, who was reforming the cyclone.

They looked around sheepishly for a few moments, and then leaped off the second platform and half-hopped, half-flew as far away from his as they could.

Jiang Shaoliu stopped and let out a deep breath.

The surging wind abated. He turned around to Lin Yuetao.

The Lion Warrior spread his arms and dug in his feet, bracing against the ground.

Jiang Shaoliu frowned and went over to stand behind him, putting his hand against Lin Yuetao’s back

Lin Yuetao’s eyes immediately began shining bright silver.

The three great masters fighting the double-headed mastiff on the hillside 200 meters above them quickly dispersed, running wildly out of the way.

A little taken aback by this, the double-headed mastiff quickly accelerated to a gallop and jumped high into the air, aiming its massive claws to crush Lin Yuetao.

With shinning silver light flashing wildly in his eyes, Lion Warrior looked up and opened his mouth wide, finally letting it all out.

The earth shook under the pressure of the sound waves. Dust was spontaneously blown up into the air while birds dropped from the sky.

Everyone except Jiang Shaoliu hit the dirt and covered their ears. A few of the weaker masters couldn’t take it and passed out, bleeding from ruptured eardrums.

The ground cracked under Jiang Shaoliu’s feet as he counterbalanced Lin Yuetao. He was just fine, but the fine, but the rocks couldn’t take it.

True qi gushed in the meridians of his ears, resisting the sound waves.

Then he looked up at the sky.

The double-headed mastiff seemed frozen in midair. The silver light disappeared, while its snow-white fur fell off and its skin was broken. Every muscle and blood vessel in its body was shriveling, like a rock weathered for tens of millions of years.

The fur and flesh on the mastiff’s two faces began disintegrating, exposing bones which also began withering away.

It was moaning but couldn’t be heard, it was struggling but couldn’t land.

The air finally ran out in Lion Warrior’s lungs, his chest back to its normal shape.

Jiang Shaoliu and Lin Yuetao quickly retreated a few dozen meters with a backwards somersault.

Thud!

The huge skeleton of the double-headed mastiff fell from midair and scattered in all directions. The flesh was gone, as well as the viscera.

There was silence on the mountain as everyone processed what had just happened.

Chi Xiao, Bail Long and Yin Manshu approached Lin Yuetao and Jiang Shaoliu.

Those who hadn’t fainted began helping their less-lucid companions on the ground. Liu Guang and Chen Anguo sat together with pale faces.

The seven remaining silver beasts on the second platform wouldn’t be causing any more trouble.

“Doctor Jiang,” Lin Yuetao reached out a hand. “Hello, I’m Lion Warrior.”

Jiang Shaoliu came shook his hand and nodded: “I’ve heard about you. I’m Jiang Shaoliu.”

They looked at each other and smiled.

Chapter end