The scene shifted. This king stood above the firmament, figures surrounding him from all directions.
The king seemed to have fallen into an ambush, yet he remained utterly unafraid. He glanced at those around him and gave a disdainful smile.
The king raised his fist. The domineering aura belonging solely to a ruler was no longer concealed in the slightest. Occupying his position, he had nurtured his bearing.
Seated high in the position of a king, he had long cultivated an aura of royal dominance.
At this moment, he declared in a ringing voice:
"You petty vermin dare offend the majesty of heaven?"
As his words fell, he threw a punch carrying the power to suppress all things.
King-Suppressing Fist, First Form—Conquering Territory
Majestic fist intent swept through the wilds, like a sovereign holding court while the soldiers beneath him conquered territory and opened frontiers. Heavy fist force burst outward, striking in every direction.
The several experts encircling him hastily raised their weapons to block. A succession of dull booms erupted as everyone seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer. Blood sprayed from their mouths, and they staggered backward through the air.
The king's crown tassels swayed slightly. Without stopping, he stepped through the air once more and advanced, his fist momentum rising again.
King-Suppressing Fist, Second Form—Subduing the Marquis
This punch carried even greater might. Its fist radiance spread out like the canopy above a royal city, pressing down until even the aura of heaven and earth froze solid.
Its weight was as though heaven and earth were collapsing.
Those who had just coughed up blood had no time to regroup. The fist force crushed down upon them, and the sounds of shattering bones rose one after another.
One after another, they were grievously wounded and sent