Palm Shatters Opponent

Thinking of the stories about Fist God.

Ding Ling relaxed, but his resolve to kill the Purple-Clad Boss did not waver in the slightest. He said,

"Going to meet your chief is exactly what I want."

To be called the chief even by Fist God—

This so-called chief

had to be the mastermind pulling the strings behind Dongying, undoubtedly someone whose martial prowess utterly crushed Fist God's!

Such an expert

might well be the hidden mastermind the Purple-Clad Boss had mentioned.

Ding Ling had wanted to meet him in the first place.

Now that the other party had come to him personally, Ding Ling was delighted. Why would he refuse?

"But I'll kill the Purple-Clad Boss first, then go with you."

"You can't kill him."

Fist God said,

"He's someone the chief values."

"You're going to stop me?"

"I have to stop you."

Fist God met Ding Ling's gaze without yielding. He grinned, the smile savage and menacing.

"I don't dare disobey the chief's orders."

"Hmph."

Ding Ling had no intention of indulging Fist God. He snorted coldly, and the Lion's Roar Technique, Ghost Domain Yin Wind roar, and roar God Tome—three sonic arts—unleashed their might at once. Under a fortyfold amplification, that single snort transformed into surging sound waves, into a rolling sea of sonic force. That sea condensed into a straight line and, with lightning speed, shot straight into Fist God's ears!

Boom!

It was like a lion's roar, like a shrill screech, like the furious howling of hounds ringing inside his head. Fist God's mind buzzed violently. In that instant, it was as though he had been struck by lightning. He screamed uncontrollably, clutching his head as he fell to the ground. Ding Ling seized the chance and kicked down.

Bang! The kick landed squarely on Fist