Black Fist Reigns Supreme (1)

Asura Arena.

Inside the massive underground colosseum, lights blazed bright. Thousands of spectators packed the tiered stands, their roar surging like a tidal wave, deafening to the ears.

"Next match, singles bout!"

"Red corner, the three-streak winner, 'Poison Hand' Ma San!"

"Blue corner, newcomer challenger... 'Black Iron Tower'!"

With the host's bellow, the iron gate slowly rose.

Yan Kui strode into the arena, bare-chested.

He hadn't brought the Bone Shattering Hammer—that was his trump card for strong foes. At this level of black-boxing, his fists and body were weapon enough.

When his massive, pitch-black frame, covered in short, coarse black fur, appeared under the lights, the entire venue fell silent for a single breath, then erupted into even louder jeers.

"Hahaha! Where did this wild boar spirit crawl out from?"

"With a build like that, you'd be better off pulling a millstone!"

"Ma San! Kill this fat pig! I'm betting on you!"

Yan Kui's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the mockery at all.

His opponent, the martial artist named Ma San, was lean and wiry, his hands a sinister purple-black—clearly trained in some kind of Poison Palm.

Ma San looked at Yan Kui, a flicker of contempt in his eyes.

"Big guy, being tall doesn't mean a thing."

He sneered darkly. "In the Asura Arena, only the ones who survive are the winners."

"You talk too much."

Yan Kui crooked a finger. "Come."

"Looking for death!"

Ma San's form blurred, darting out like a poisonous snake, incredibly fast. He circled to Yan Kui's flank and struck a palm at the soft flesh under his ribs.

That was one of the body's weak points.

Slap!

The Poison Palm landed solidly on Yan Kui's ribs.

Ma San's heart surged with glee. His Poison Palm carried lethal venom; as long as it touched skin, the poison gas would burrow through the pores, and within three breaths, the opponent would be completely paralyzed.

But.

The next second, his smile froze.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out.

Ma San felt as if his full-powered palm had slammed into a red-hot steel plate. A terrifying rebound force shot back through his hand, jarring his wrist bones with searing pain, nearly snapping them on the spot.

Worse, that so-called lethal venom couldn't even penetrate Yan Kui's skin, which gleamed with a metallic luster—not even a white mark was left.

"That's it?"

Yan Kui looked down, his emotionless eyes staring at Ma San plastered against him.

"Didn't eat?"

"You—!"

Ma San's soul fled in terror. He tried to withdraw his palm and retreat, but found his wrist already locked in a large, black-furred hand, clamped tight as if welded by iron pincers.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

Yan Kui grinned, revealing stark white teeth.

The muscles in his arm suddenly bulged, and like swinging a tattered sack, he hoisted Ma San's entire body into the air.

Whoosh—

The savage wind pressure howled past his ears.

"No—!!!" Ma San let out a desperate, shrill scream.

Boom!

Yan Kui drove his arm down, slamming Ma San viciously into the hard rock floor.

Crack!

The stone slab instantly shattered, exploding into a web of cracks like a spider's web.

Ma San didn't even manage a second scream. Every bone in his body was pulverized in an instant, his whole form collapsing like a pile of mud at the bottom of the crater, blood mixed with fragments of organs spraying from his seven orifices.

[Killed Black Boxer (Early Bone Refining Realm). Plundered Life Essence.]

[Origin Power: +0.8]

"Too weak."

Yan Kui shook his head.

The entire arena fell silent.

The audience who had been mocking Yan Kui moments ago now had their mouths wide open, like ducks with their necks squeezed.

One move?

Poison Hand Ma San, who had won three consecutive matches, was killed by this big guy like a dog being thrown to death?

"Black Iron Tower! Black Iron Tower!"

After a moment, deafening cheers erupted from the stands.

Here, strength was everything.

As long as you could win, even if you looked like a pig, you were the king of this place!

"Anyone else?"

Yan Kui stood in the center of the arena, scanning his surroundings.

The next three days.

The Asura Arena welcomed a true nightmare.

The name Black Iron Tower blazed like the midday sun.

On the second day, he faced a "Flying Leg" who specialized in leg techniques. The opponent kicked him over a hundred times in midair, but Yan Kui didn't even furrow his brow. When the opponent landed to catch his breath, Yan Kui backhanded him.

"Slap!"

The air exploded. The man was sent flying like a cannonball, his entire facial bones caved in, and he stuck to the wall of the spectator stands like a painting, impossible to pry off.

On the third day, he faced a "Quick Blade Hand" wielding twin blades. The opponent's blades clashed against his body, sparks flying everywhere, and in the end, both blades were chipped and dulled. Yan Kui snatched the blades and rubbed them together.

"Squeak—"

The piercing sound of twisting metal set teeth on edge. He crumpled the two steel war blades into a solid iron ball with his bare hands and tossed it back to the opponent. The man wet himself on the spot, knelt, and conceded.

On the fourth day...

No one dared to step up.

Just hearing the name "Black Iron Tower" made the ferocious Black Boxers claim illness.

Yan Kui sat in the rest room, staring at the Origin Power on his panel, feeling dissatisfied.

────────────────────── [Crimson Modifier] Host: Yan Kui Status: Peak Origin Power: 54.0 (49.3 + 0.8 + 0.6 + 0.7 + ... = 54.0) Tip: Origin Power accumulating, recommend performing Cultivation Technique fusion as soon as possible. ──────────────────────

In these three days, he had fought five matches total. None of the opponents were weak, but the Origin Power added up to less than 5 points.

"Too slow."

"And these opponents are too weak. They can't force out my limits at all."

Just then, the rest room door opened.

The woman in the qipao who handled registrations walked in, a complex expression on her face.

"Lord Black Iron Tower."

Her tone had become utterly respectful. "Your performance in the Asura Arena these past few days has caught the attention of those above."

"Oh?"

Yan Kui looked up. "And so?"

"And so, there's a special arrangement tonight."

The woman took a deep breath. "The Asura Arena's ace, the one called the 'Undefeated War God,' Lei Ao, has personally named you for a challenge."

"Lei Ao?"

A glint of sharp light flashed in Yan Kui's eyes.

He had heard that name before. It was said this man possessed an Exotic Beast Bloodline, had boundless strength, and carried Lightning Power. He had dominated the Asura Arena for an entire year, undefeated.

"Good."

Yan Kui stood up, his entire skeleton crackling like popping beans.

"Finally, someone worthy."

"Tell him I accept."

The woman looked at the fighting intent burning in Yan Kui's eyes, and her heart trembled.

She knew that tonight's Asura Arena would witness an earth-shattering showdown.

The atmosphere in the Asura Arena reached its peak tonight.

Ticket prices had been driven up to ten times the usual rate, yet tickets were still impossible to come by.

Everyone wanted to see whether the monster "Black Iron Tower" who had fallen from the sky was tougher, or the long-reigning "Lei Ao" was stronger.

"ROAR--!"

With a deafening roar, a burly man equally two meters tall, his body wrapped in arcs of blue lightning, strode into the arena.

He was bare-chested, with a ferocious Thunder Beast tattooed on his skin, and faint flashes of lightning flickering in his eyes.

Lei Ao!

"Black Iron Tower!"

Lei Ao pointed at Yan Kui, who had just entered the arena, his voice like thunder. "Today, I'm going to tear your bones apart one by one!"

"Too much talk."

Yan Kui used the same line as always.

But this time, he didn't underestimate his opponent.

He could feel it—this man in front of him was truly strong. That Lightning Power even sent a faint sting through his enhanced skin.

"I hope you can make this fun for me."

Yan Kui twisted his neck.

"Begin!"

With the referee's command, both of them moved at the same time.

Like two trains racing at full speed, they collided violently in the center of the arena.

[Savage Boar Charge VS Thunder Strike!]

No technique—only the most primal clash of strength and flesh!