"He punched Hizer to death?"
"What Law was that?"
"He killed a Level Seven with one punch?"
"He ate the power of the Law!"
The remaining Level Sevens from the Mithril Continent were horrified, while some of the smarter ones had already turned and fled.
"You acted so tough when you got here. Why are you running now?"
Jiang Yang withdrew the Dragon Totem. Then a black ring wrapped around his hand as he locked onto a fleeing Level Seven and clenched one hand in the air.
A giant black hand appeared and seized the fleeing Level Seven. The moment it grabbed him, his body instantly shriveled up like an eggplant struck by frost. His expression went slack as his life force rapidly drained away.
"You're courting death!"
Two bursts of flame exploded beside Jiang Yang. A completely naked man appeared at his side and threw punches wildly, striking hundreds of times in a single second.
The surrounding air nearly shattered from the impacts.
Name: Milar. Race: Human (Mithril Continent). Law: Path of Fist: 80%.
Path of Fist?
This Law was pretty good! Jiang Yang directly caught the other man's fist. Wood, earth, and the Path of Mountain swirled around him. His body had already been incredibly tough, and these three Laws further enhanced its strength.
The dozen or so punches he had just taken felt like nothing more than scratches.
Before Milar could show his shock, Jiang Yang lightly brushed a fingertip across his throat. A black line appeared on his neck, and then Jiang Yang absorbed the Path of Fist. Milar clutched his throat. There was no wound there, yet he could no longer breathe, as though his windpipe had been severed. His life force rapidly ebbed away.
Jiang Yang rubbed his hands together. Within a