A Punch Backed by Dozens of Iron Fists-Can You Block It?

"K'un-Lun has fallen completely!"

Hearing Du Mu's words, Yaozu Quan gave a cold snort. His resolve to wipe out all of K'un-Lun only grew stronger.

As the saying went, a crooked beam made for crooked rafters.

If Du Mu was anything to go by, how could K'un-Lun be any better now? It might be even worse than the K'un-Lun that had betrayed him back then.

"If K'un-Lun has rotted to the core, I'll start with you, one of its disciples, and begin its destruction!"

Yaozu Quan wasted no more words. He stamped hard on the ground.

With a thunderous boom, the ground exploded. Broken stone and dust shot into the sky.

The recoil launched Yaozu Quan like a cannonball. Golden light wrapped his clenched right fist as he tore through the air and drove it straight at Du Mu's face.

Du Mu neither dodged nor retreated. He raised his own fist to meet it.

BANG!

Their fists collided, and a deafening roar erupted at the center of the battlefield.

The two immense forces crashed together, blasting out a visible ring of white air. It swept across the field like a sudden hurricane, flinging nearby humans and monsters alike off their feet.

When the churning air finally cleared, the two figures still stood facing each other, fists pressed together. Their strength remained locked in a stalemate.

That power!?

Yaozu Quan's pupils contracted. The force coming through Du Mu's fist left him shaken.

As K'un-Lun's First-Generation Iron Fist and the founder of its Iron Fist lineage, Yaozu Quan had trained for years beyond counting. He had refined his Iron Fist Power to its peak and would rank among the strongest Iron Fists.

Yet this man had blocked his punch with ease.

It was the first time Yaozu Quan had encountered anyone like