I Can Break It With a Flick of My Wrist!

I can break it with a flick of my wrist!

On the walls of Wudi City, the Twelve Martial Slaves stood proudly like towering mountains. Sunlight cast their long shadows, as though they were proclaiming their might to the world. Though they still bore external wounds from their previous battle, those injuries had not diminished their strength. On the contrary, with Wang Xianzhi's painstaking help, they had grown even stronger, like drawn swords gleaming with a deadly edge.

"Wang Ritain, do you really think that you alone can stand against the twelve of us?" one Martial Slave said coldly, his voice full of disdain and mockery. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the direction from which Wang Ritain was about to appear.

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear voice rang out from afar. "Why wouldn't I dare? Today, I'll show you that even the twelve of you together can't stop me, Wang Ritain!" His voice boomed like a great bell across Wudi City, lingering in the air.

Everyone was astonished. They had never expected Wang Ritain to challenge such powerful opponents outright. In their eyes, he was clearly overestimating himself.

"Wang Ritain is far too arrogant! The Twelve Martial Slaves are the sort of people even Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts don't dare underestimate. He's just a Great Grandmaster, yet he dares challenge all twelve of them at once. It's a fool's dream!" one martial world wanderer said, his face brimming with scorn.

"Indeed. The gap between their realms is like an impassable chasm. No matter how strong Wang Ritain is, there's no way he can defeat the Twelve Martial Slaves," an older man agreed, his eyes full of concern.

As everyone debated, Wang Ritain's figure slowly appeared in their sight. He wore black robes, their sleeves fluttering in the breeze, and carried himself with an otherworldly air. His face showed not the slightest trace of nervousness or fear. Instead, he wore a faint smile, as though the Twelve Martial Slaves before him were nothing more than insignificant ants.

"Hmph, Wang Ritain really doesn't know when to quit," a young martial prodigy scoffed, a flash of disdain in his eyes. To him, Wang Ritain was merely pretending to be calm. He eagerly awaited the sight of Wang Ritain being battered by the Twelve Martial Slaves' combined attack.

The Twelve Martial Slaves grew solemn. They knew that Wang Ritain must have some exceptional ability to dare challenge them. Though they had complete confidence in their own strength, they didn't dare take him lightly.

The Twelve Martial Slaves exchanged glances, then instantly scattered, each taking up a special position. True qi surged around them as a peculiar aura quietly formed between them, linking them into a single whole. Once they launched their attack, they could concentrate the strength of all twelve into a single point. Combined with the power of their formation, their attack would multiply more than tenfold. More frightening still, they could even draw upon the power of heaven and earth to a limited extent, creating the oppressive force of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.

"So this is the Twelve Martial Slaves' combined formation? It truly lives up to its reputation!" an experienced martial world wanderer exclaimed, his eyes filled with awe.

"Indeed. With a trump card this powerful, Wang Ritain is probably doomed this time," another martial artist said with a sigh, a hint of regret on his face.

The young martial artists saw the Twelve Martial Slaves form their battle formation and grinned gleefully. "Wang Ritain, let's see you act so cocky now! Just wait—you'll get what's coming to you!" one of them snarled.

Yet Wang Ritain was completely unaffected by the oppressive force. He regarded the Twelve Martial Slaves calmly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a confident smile. "A few days ago, your combined formation might have posed a threat. But now..." As he spoke, Wang Ritain took a step forward.

In an instant, a powerful aura erupted from Wang Ritain. It surged like a raging tide, sweeping across all of Wudi City. An invisible force rushed toward everyone, leaving them nearly unable to breathe.

"This... This is the aura of the Vajra Realm!" an experienced martial artist cried, his face full of shock.

Everyone turned to look at Wang Ritain. Golden light shimmered around him, making him look like a Buddha descended into the world. His aura was deep and powerful, charged with an irresistible force.

"How is this possible? Wang Ritain has actually reached the Three Shattered Realms!" a young martial artist exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. As far as he knew, advancing from Great Grandmaster to the Vajra Realm in just a few days was simply impossible.

"That's right. This is the Great Vajra Realm, which even eminent Buddhist monks have only a chance of attaining. The golden light around Wang Ritain is flawless and complete. Clearly, he has brought the power of the Great Vajra Realm to its utmost limit," an older man said slowly, his eyes full of amazement.

The martial world wanderers who had just arrived were also stunned by what they heard. "To go from Half-step Shattering to the Great Vajra Realm in just a few days—Wang Ritain is a monster!" a newcomer exclaimed, his face full of admiration.

The Twelve Martial Slaves grew even more solemn. Though Wang Ritain's breakthrough had caught them by surprise, they remained convinced that the power of their combined formation would let them defeat him.

"Hmph, even if you've reached the Vajra Realm, you still can't stand against our Heavenly Phenomenon-level strength!" a fist-fighting Martial Slave roared, his true qi surging wildly around him. His aura was so powerful it seemed capable of tearing the entire world apart.

The fist-fighting Martial Slave suddenly threw a punch, unleashing all his strength and drawing on the power of heaven and earth. The wind from his fist howled like a black bolt of lightning as it shot toward Wang Ritain. Its power came close to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm. Even a Vajra Realm expert would suffer severe injuries if struck.

The other Martial Slaves prepared to attack as well. Their eyes brimmed with murderous intent, as though they meant to kill Wang Ritain outright.

Wang Ritain, however, remained unhurried. He watched the incoming fist and sneered. "Not enough power!" As he spoke, he casually raised a hand and caught the fist-fighting Martial Slave's punch.

In an instant, a powerful force erupted between them. The impact exploded like a bomb, causing the ground within several hundred meters to sink at once. The nearby martial world wanderers were caught in the force and hurriedly stumbled backward, their faces filled with terror.

"How is this possible? Wang Ritain stopped the Martial Slave's attack so easily!" one martial world wanderer cried, shocked.

"Indeed. Wang Ritain's strength is probably far beyond anything we imagined," another martial artist agreed, filled with awe.

After catching the fist-fighting Martial Slave's punch, a cold glint flashed in Wang Ritain's eyes. "My turn!" he said, then swung a punch. It contained the immense power of Three Points Return to Origin Qi. The wind howled around his fist as it surged toward the fist-fighting Martial Slave like a golden dragon.

The fist-fighting Martial Slave tried to block it, only to find his body bound by an invisible force, unable to move. All he could do was watch as Wang Ritain's fist struck him.

"Boom!" The fist-fighting Martial Slave flew backward like a kite with its strings cut. Wang Ritain's punch tore through the protective qi around him, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

But that was not the full force of Wang Ritain's punch. As it sent the fist-fighting Martial Slave flying, the force continued to spread toward the other Martial Slaves. A crack suddenly appeared in the aura connecting them. The Martial Slaves affected by the blow turned pale and groaned, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

"This... How is this possible? Wang Ritain's punch actually damaged the aura linking the Martial Slaves!" one martial world wanderer cried, unable to believe his eyes.

"Wang Ritain's strength is terrifying! Can he really defeat the Twelve Martial Slaves?" another martial artist murmured, full of doubt.