What Do You Mean, Ball-Busting Fist?!

Saliva softened the chewy pastry, and it slid down Xia Lin's throat into his stomach.

The dose of sugar brought Xia Lin his happiness back.

The surroundings, however, were rather noisy.

The continuous gunfire, the metallic pings of bullets striking his skin, and the footsteps of advancing combat robots made it hard for Xia Lin to immerse himself in the satisfaction of the moment.

So he stopped eating.

He turned to look ahead.

Three combat robots were already striding toward Xia Lin.

One was a defensive model, equipped with a protective force field and carrying a heavy alloy shield.

The other two were offensive models.

One had a rotary machine gun mounted on its arm, roaring as it fired a continuous stream of bullets that formed a clearly visible line of fire, pouring rounds into Xia Lin's heart.

But they couldn't penetrate his defenses...

The other was a melee model equipped with a thermal cutting sword.

The sword blazed with intense light and heat in its hand, as eye-catching as a lightsaber.

"Is this the greatest force this Ash Zone has to offer?"

He murmured so softly that only he could hear himself.

Then he grinned.

"I really am lucky."

He was lucky that Unstable Mutation had transformed Fighting Basics into Martial Artists Do Not Die from Gunfire.

He had thought this mutated skill wasn't very useful, and after he obtained East Wind Divine Fist, it had only played a supporting role.

But looking back on it now, Xia Lin finally realized that Martial Artists Do Not Die from Gunfire might be his greatest asset in this Ash Zone!

With that thought, Xia Lin slowly raised his fist.

The principles of North Wind Heavy Punch began to surface in his mind.

Power traveled up his thighs, through his core, and into his arm.

Then his heavy punch whistled out!

"Boom!"

Flames and dust billowed out through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows like a smoke signal.

The arena had long since descended into chaos.

But the live broadcast had yet to end, and everyone watching on television had witnessed the entire sequence of events behind the disturbance.

A Fierce Martial Arts practitioner had killed the patron backing him...

This Savage Martial Arena match had already attracted a great deal of attention.

Xia Lin's subsequent actions had only added fuel to the fire.

By the time the second "boom" rang out in the private box, the arena's security robots had entered the venue and were heading for it.

The police force had also been notified by the Suzuki Consortium to bring every weapon and piece of equipment they could and head to North Wind Arena as quickly as possible to deal with the terrorist, dead or alive.

At Duan Jun's home in the old district.

A phone suddenly rang, drawing Duan Jun's attention.

He looked at the caller ID on the screen and hesitated briefly before reaching for it.

But halfway there, Yang Dehai grabbed his hand.

Duan Jun looked at Yang Dehai and saw him shake his head slightly.

"Don't answer."

"Don't worry about it."

"We're not working today."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All the commotion outside had nothing to do with Xia Lin.

He simply punched mechanically, again and again!

Amid the roar of missiles, the entire private box had been blown to pieces.

The violent explosions had even damaged the arena's structure, causing the elevated box to collapse and fall.

But Suzuki Wan and Kitano Yama no longer cared about such "trifles."

They had watched Xia Lin, like a god of war, shrug off every bullet and blast the three combat robots to scrap, one after another!

The human bodyguards didn't even need Xia Lin's special attention.

Xia Lin could do nothing to the bodyguards hiding inside the blast-resistant force field, but those outside its protection had long since died in the aftershocks of East Wind Divine Fist's explosions.

Flesh was weak.

"We're finished..."

A bodyguard beside Suzuki Wan spoke in despair, drawing her gaze.

She was about to curse him for undermining morale, but she quickly realized why he had said they were finished.

The blast-resistant force field was about to give out!

The pale blue glow flickered between light and dark, wavering under East Wind Fist.

Xia Lin showed no sign of tiring, pounding away like a pile driver, while several bodyguards scrambled to stuff high-energy batteries into the force field generator, unable to quite keep up with its energy consumption.

As everyone knew, once its energy ran out, the force field generator was nothing but a pile of scrap metal!

But before that happened, a tremor came.

Suzuki Wan felt the ground shake beneath her feet, and the floor shattered.

The VIP box could no longer withstand Xia Lin's punishment and gave way before the force field generator did.

With a rumble,

the entire VIP box fell ten meters from its lofty position and collapsed with a crash.

Dust and dirt flew up, and the fall left Suzuki Wan dazed, her mind a complete blank.

She didn't know how long had passed, but when she came to again, the blue glow of the force field generator had vanished.

Less than three meters ahead,

Xia Lin approached slowly, stepped on her head, and came to a stop in front of Kitano Yama.

Kitano Yama was just as dazed from the fall and was still sitting there stunned when he suddenly heard Xia Lin's voice beside his ear.

"Do you really think Explosive Bomb Fist sounds like a good nickname?"

Kitano Yama: "..."

Bro, is this really the time to talk about nicknames?

But the situation left him no choice. His fat face creased as he forced a stiff smile.

"Bro, if you don't like it, we can change it. We can change anything..."

The moment he finished speaking, a tremendous force seized him by the collar.

Xia Lin grabbed the back of Kitano Yama's collar with one hand and lifted him high.

Their eyes met. Xia Lin's eyes were thick with crimson, while Kitano Yama's were filled with fear and despair.

Xia Lin suddenly smiled.

"The name Explosive Bomb Fist actually isn't bad. It just doesn't quite fit my style."

"But style is something that can be changed."

"I'll change mine and show you right now."

With a heave of one arm, Xia Lin flung Kitano Yama into the air, then charged up a heavy punch with a savage grin and struck the bullseye!

"Today, I'll show you what a ball-busting fist is!"

The heavy punch plunged straight in, and Kitano Yama's eyes bulged.

A missile followed, burrowing into Kitano Yama's body before exploding with a boom.

A howling gale swept over Xia Lin, sending his hair flying in the wind.

Like an immovable mountain, he shielded Suzuki Wan from nearly all the shock wave, shrapnel, and flames.

Yet Suzuki Wan felt not the slightest trace of gratitude or any other emotion at this.

Her heart slowly sank into the abyss.

Xia Lin turned back to Suzuki Wan and gave her a menacing, terrifying smile.

"Beauty, mind if I hitch a ride?"

Did Suzuki Wan dare say no?

Clearly, she didn't.

Mechanical security had completely surrounded the spot where the private box had fallen.

Outside the arena, a large police force had also assembled.

Helicopters patrolled the sky.

Infantry fighting vehicles had entered the city as well.

Cold gun barrels were trained on every possible entrance and exit, ready to show Xia Lin what order and rules meant the moment he appeared.

But a disturbance suddenly broke out.

The mechanical security units were the first to clear a path.

Xia Lin emerged smiling from the rubble, an arm around Suzuki Wan.