I Am No Longer Beneath the Mountain

Er Ming stood in the middle of the field and first stretched his shoulders.

The joints made a dull cracking sound.

The old robe had been taken off, revealing a very thin, dark gray short shirt underneath.

He said, "I haven't seriously fought anyone in tens of thousands of years. You'd better hold on a little longer."

Yun Jingheng didn't respond, but simply folded his sleeves up twice, standing in a lazy posture.

Ye Xinglan had already hugged his coat tightly. Gu Yuena also stepped aside.

"Come here," Yun Jingheng said.

Er Ming took a step forward without gathering momentum or making a move.

His body, like a giant rock blown away by the wind, instantly pressed down in front of Yun Jingheng.

The right fist comes first.

The fist was enormous, enveloped in a thin layer of grayish-brown soul light, and with a whoosh, it shook the dust in the courtyard up from the ground.

Yun Jingheng didn't back down; he also threw a punch, fist to fist, they collided head-on.

With a loud crash, the bluestone slab shattered into dozens of pieces, which then flipped outwards.

Er Ming swayed, but didn't stop; his second punch came crashing down.

Yun Jingheng raised his hand to block, and the fist landed on his forearm, tearing his sleeve. He remained standing in place, his feet not moving an inch.

Er Ming's expression changed slightly.

He said, "His body is tough enough."

Yun Jingheng said, "It's alright."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Jingheng had already moved. He took a step forward and rammed his left shoulder into Er Ming's chest.

Er Ming leaned his whole body backward, his feet sinking as his legs cracked the stone slab once more before he finally managed to stop.

Before he could even catch his breath, Yun Jingheng's second strike had already landed.

elbow.

Extremely short distance, extremely heavy force.

Er Ming instinctively raised his arm to block, but the elbow strike came down and his entire arm went numb for a moment.

He slapped out with his backhand, his palm whistling through the air.

Yun Jingheng turned his head to move aside.

The palm strike landed behind him, shattering half of the stone railing.

The two began fighting rapidly in the courtyard, exchanging punches and kicks.

Er Ming's attacks were extremely fierce; each punch seemed to crush the ground.

His power was immense; the wind from his punches made even the distant lights seem to dance.

But Yun Jingheng didn't retreat; he remained within Er Ming arms' length of Erming.

Er Ming went in, then he went in.

Er Ming smashed it, and he stood up.

The two were like two heavy hammers striking simultaneously, hitting each other from one end of the road to the other.

The entire courtyard was smashed to pieces.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, the ground was torn up, and even two thick branches of the two old pine trees in the corner of the yard were broken off.

Yuanen Zhentian was terrified.

My house!

Er Ming grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He had already used seventy percent of his strength, but Yun Jingheng's breathing remained perfectly steady.

His punches grew heavier and heavier, but Yun Jingheng parried them with increasing stability.

No Soul Skill were used, and no Soul Ring were placed.

With only his physical strength, Soul Power, and the foundation that was already close to crossing the threshold of godhood, he was going head-to-head with the Titan Giant Ape.

Er Ming finally let out a low growl.

The muscles in his back bulged, making him appear to grow half a foot taller.

As the fist slammed down, a faint blackish-gold hue appeared around it.

Yun Jingheng narrowed his eyes; this time, he didn't put on airs.

He turned to the side, letting the fist graz his chest and miss.

The force of the punch slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yun Jingheng grabbed Er Ming's wrist with one hand and pulled him downwards.

Er Ming was pulled forward, Yun Jingheng raised his knee, slamming it into his waist and abdomen.

With a muffled thud, Er Ming slid out.

His feet plowed two long furrows in the ground until he hit the courtyard wall, denting half of it.

He looked up.

Yun Jingheng was already in front of him.

He didn't throw another punch, but simply lifted the hand that was still holding Er Ming's wrist upwards.

Er Ming was lifted out of the rubble by him; the scene was extremely horrifying.

The burly man, transformed from Titan Giant Ape, was being lifted by the wrist, like a piece of old furniture.

Yun Jingheng looked at Er Ming and said, "Shall we continue fighting?"

Er Ming gritted his teeth and struggled violently, trying to retaliate.

Yun Jingheng released his grip, Er Ming, freed from his predicament, immediately threw a punch.

Yun Jingheng responded with a punch.

Their fists collided again.

This time, the ground in the entire west courtyard sank by an inch.

A very faint cracking sound came from Er Ming's fist, and he took seven steps back.

With each step, he extinguished a ground lamp, and finally stopped.

He looked down at his hands; the backs of his fingers were cracked and bleeding.

Yun Jingheng withdrew his fist and said, "Your bloodline is the mountain, but unfortunately I am no longer at its foot."

Er Ming grinned.

He grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and tore it open, sending the shredded fabric to the ground.

A grayish-brown flame suddenly exploded from his body.

He took a step forward, and his body began to swell.

The bones elongated, the fur turned up, and the muscles bulged like rock strata.

Within three breaths, a Titan Giant Ape, a hundred meters tall, stood in the courtyard.

His body was covered in coarse, stiff fur, and his eyes were like lamps.

A primal, ferocious aura swept outwards, kicking up broken bricks from the ground.

He let out a loud "howl" at Yun Jingheng, the sound extremely intense.

Then he kicked with both legs.

The ground cracked from being trampled, and the giant ape, like a flying mountain, leaped into the air and crossed the mountain behind the Yuanen Family.

Upon landing, the sound echoed back from a great distance, a continuous rumble.

The entire mountain forest was trembling, and the faces of the Yuanen Family members turned deathly pale.

Yun Jingheng raised an eyebrow.

He glanced at Ye Xinglan, Ye Xinglan said, "Go. Don't keep him waiting."

Yun Jingheng smiled, "Okay."

He took a step forward, and nine orange-gold Soul Ring rose up beneath his feet at the same time.

As soon as the Soul Ring appeared, the air outside the Yuanen Family became solid.

Yun Jingheng leaped forward.

Without any preparation, he shot straight towards the back mountain like a silver-white arrow.

The trees were bent low by his shockwave.

As he swept across the hill behind the Yuanen Family, he moved so fast that he left only a very long white trail.

The forest behind the mountain looks like it has been split in two.

Er Ming had landed in the middle of a very open valley.

Seeing Yun Jingheng chasing after him, he roared again and swung a fist bigger than a car at Yun Jingheng in mid-air.

Yun Jingheng met the attack with a punch.

The giant ape's fist collided with the human's fist, sending up a white wave in the valley.

Large sections of old trees were broken off, and the ground looked as if it had been smashed into a deep well.

Yun Jingheng retreated several feet and stepped onto a broken log.

The broken wood shattered on the spot, and he leaned forward, charging forward again.

Er Ming also took big strides.

Each punch from the giant ape was extremely powerful, striking the mountainside and causing it to collapse.

The ground cracked as it struck; Yun Jingheng struck faster and faster, and the ground became heavier and heavier with each blow.

His fists, legs, shoulders, and elbows—every part of him became a weapon.

He moved close to Er Ming's body, not giving him a chance to exert his full strength.

Sometimes he would leap up, reaching the giant ape's face, and kick Erming in the Er Ming.

Er Ming was thrown backward, crashing into half of the mountain wall. He then rushed back and clapped his hands together.

Yun Jingheng soared into the air, and the combined force missed its target, turning a grove of trees into a crater.

Yun Jingheng landed from the air, stepping on Er Ming's shoulder.

Er Ming's entire body sank, his knees sinking half a foot into the ground.

He reached out to grab him, Yun Jingheng had already bounced away, and he landed on the top of a tree in the distance.

The tree trembled slightly, but did not break.

Yun Jingheng stood in the treetop, the wind blowing from behind him.

He looked down at Er Ming, his breathing steady.

Er Ming was panting heavily. He looked up, grinned, and roared, a sound that silenced all the birds in the mountains. He wanted to fight again.

Yun Jingheng stretched out his hand, palm facing up, then slowly clenched his fist and placed it at his waist.

Behind him, nine Soul Ring began to spin faster, and an extremely cold and heavy aura emanated from his body, causing the entire valley to sink a little.

Er Ming was stunned. He sensed it; that wasn't Titled Douluo.

Yun Jingheng said, "If you want to fight again, I can throw ten more punches at you, but your body can only withstand three punches at most."

Er Ming stared at him, and finally, he slowly withdrew from his stance.

The giant ape slowly shrank.

Finally, Er Ming returned to human form and lay among the broken pieces of wood.

He chuckled softly. "I concede."

Yun Jingheng landed back on the ground, walked up to Er Ming, and reached out his hand.

Er Ming glanced at it and grabbed it.

Yun Jingheng pulled him up with all his might; half of the forest had already been destroyed.

Yun Jingheng said, "Now, shall we get down to business?"

Er Ming nodded. "Okay."