The sun, the beach, the languid tourists, living a leisurely life by the sea, Athens seemed to maintain its usual slow pace.

Rage, hatred, a chill penetrating to the bone, and that endless fighting intent driven to madness, scratching against the relief carvings on the long corridor walls like steel blades, resembling a parade of a hundred ghosts or the howling of ten thousand spirits. Solomon radiated an indescribable, stubborn battle will, his handsome face contorted into a terrifying, sinister mask, veins bulging across his forehead and cheeks like a visualized Asura demon.

The Solomon family members, standing at the doorway just having received the approved documents, barely registered what rushed past them; only the colossal impact wind, like a typhoon, made them lose their footing, threatening to fling them into the sky.

Mixed with the immense wind force was an endless, bone-chilling killing intent and a battle fervor burning like fire. The clash of ice and heat felt like shifting between a furnace and an ice cellar. Their chests seemed struck by a heavy hammer; those with weaker martial prowess coughed up jets of blood, their complexions turning the color of gold foil. Their sensitive hearing was pierced by the violent gale, causing a continuous ringing in their ears, and stars exploded before their eyes.

The hatred of having his father killed and his mother murdered—Solomon instantly pushed his true qi to its absolute limit. His muscles and bones snapped straight and bent with the expansion and contraction of the qi, like an extremely elastic steel blade suddenly springing straight after being bent under pressure, unleashing even greater killing power. The sound of air friction resembled the clashing of fine steel.

In that instant, Solomon experienced a peculiar illusion: what struck out was not an arm, but a ten-foot-long spear forged from fine steel, tearing through the sky and cleaving the air with the sound of thunder.

Solomon’s lunge was like a valiant ancient general spurring a swift mount to charge forward. David Solomon felt his gaze—simple, direct, and pure. His recoiling fist hammered down, the compressed air creating a feeling of suffocation! Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be nowhere to evade, not a sliver of space left.

[Wujian]!

The internal martial arts practiced by the Asuras, like everyone else's, were modified by Qin Fen. Based primarily on their original supreme skill, [Yijin Jing], Qin Fen added and fused [Xisui Jing], [Taixu Zhenjing], [Taixuan Zhenjing], [Kongming Zhenjing], [Za-ashe Jing], and [Boromido Xin Jing] to form the new supreme skill, [Wandi Yimie].

This [Wandi Yimie], synthesized from seven great Buddhist internal arts, should have been grand and righteous when unleashed. But at this moment, Solomon showed not a trace of righteous aura; where he passed, it was like a hundred homes simultaneously holding funerals, a thousand suona horns blowing at once—only a chilling, ghostly, violent malevolence remained.

[Wujian], derived from the Eight Hot Hells of Buddhism. Solomon, cultivating Qin Fen’s fusion of Buddhist supreme skills, embodied the spirit of the Eight Hot Hells, creating this set of eight self-sacrificing martial forms—his path of martial self-immolation.

[Xiangdi] [Heisheng] [Duiyan] [Jiaohuan] [Dajiaohuan] [Shaozhi] [Dashaozhi], and the most grievous of the Eight Hot Hells, the Hell of Incessant Suffering: [Wujian]!

Wujian, the strongest strike in the Eight Self-Sacrificing Forms! This fist intent carried the agony of reaching the other shore without respite, a hellish intensity—as if the true Avīci Hell were grasped in hand and struck down directly!

This move, Wujian, was the killing blow Solomon truly unleashed for the first time after days of secluded, painful practice. It instantly released the accumulated momentum, the killing intent and rage suppressed for years—just like the heaven-and-earth connecting punch Qin Fen threw when fiercely battling Pei Chengjun’s female disciples in the Sacred Martial Hall.

When enemies meet, their eyes burn with special fervor; there is no need to glare at each other, no need for angry declarations, and then proceed to battle.

None! No procedure whatsoever! Seeing the man who killed his father and mother, his eyes bled red, wishing he could send the opponent into the real Avīci Hell the very next second, letting him taste all the tortures! And then vanish completely from heaven and earth! Who would have the mood to stand arrayed before the enemy before a great battle, to first state their case?

None! No denunciation! No exchanging of glances! Absolutely no vows about what one would do to the other! Fight! The enemy who murdered his kin was before him, so there was only one outcome: fight!

[Wujian]! The strongest of the Eight Self-Sacrificing Forms, [Wujian], immediately enveloped David Solomon entirely, consuming every speck of space around him.

“Oh?”

David Solomon squinted his eyes to thin lines, standing his ground without dodging or retreating. His right arm sliced upward! Crushing and cutting horizontally, locking onto Solomon’s wrist—in that instant, he looked like a ghost bursting out of Avīci.

This slash resembled the Horizontal Dragon Outer Guard from the Nine Dragons Fist, yet it used an open palm. Striking down, it was like the Mountain-Slicing Method of the Hezhou broadsword, or even more like the Rolling Dragon Slash from the Precept-Breaking Saber Arts.

The moment David Solomon moved, he integrated several martial arts into his theory: he took the force from the Horizontal Dragon Outer Guard, the landing point was clean, quick, and focused on striking the wrist—the Rolling Dragon Slash of the Precept-Breaking Saber Arts—while the ghostly, emerging saber momentum was the Mountain-Slicing Method of the Hezhou broadsword.

Though seemingly frenzied, a Seventeenth-Star Martial Arts Grandmaster is still a Seventeenth-Star Martial Arts Grandmaster. He fused the three martial skills seamlessly, making the execution appear as a brand-new technique. Hidden within his fingertips were chilling, vein-severing and limb-severing finger techniques—striking the follow-up move first! Before Solomon’s Wujian punch could deliver its full force against David’s forehead, it made contact with Solomon’s wrist.

If Solomon had insisted on pushing the punch through, before his fist could connect with David’s head, his wrist would have been fractured, or perhaps his entire hand severed. Even if surgically reattached, it would only be capable of holding chopsticks thereafter; forget about killing.

Crack, crack...

The true qi in Solomon’s Wujian Fist cracked and shattered. The gap between them in terms of both martial technique and experience was perfectly displayed in that instant.

A vast, sweeping force surged with the dry, tyrannical punch that roared in from Solomon’s right side. In an instant, the entire temple seemed to plunge into a boundless desert, the scorching sun baking the structure, as the surging torrent of millions of years of history poured down upon David Solomon.

A high-pitched dragon roar shook the entire temple until it trembled! The martial artists outside the door were blasted by the sound, spitting blood and collapsing instantly.

What is this? David Solomon’s scalp twitched repeatedly. The majestic power of a Sixteenth-Star force arrived suddenly. If he continued his horizontal slash to sever Solomon's hand, the overwhelmingly tyrannical [Dragon Cannon] would shatter his own Adam's apple.

Regarding this unexpectedly arriving fist, David Solomon did not dare disregard its power. Even with Seventeenth-Star Martial Arts Body Protection Divine Skill, he dared not meet this sudden Sixteenth-Star attack head-on, because the martial artist behind this punch had not only utilized the strength of a Sixteenth-Star Martial Arts Master but had also unleashed his Biogenetic Beast!

[Dragon Cannon]! Qin Fen’s fastest and strongest martial technique for thousand-mile thrusts! It lacked three parts of the vast power of the Investiture of the Gods list, but because of the enhanced counter-recoil impact, it became the strongest move for sheer breakthrough speed!

This was not a competition! This was a life-and-death slaughter! Qin Fen would never show David Solomon any courtesy. The power of the Biogenetic Beast increased the hardness of the True Gang surrounding his body; the iron-wall-like true qi sprouted sharp, hard needles, and his physical functions became instantly more agile. With a single [Dragon Cannon], he was confident in blasting David Solomon’s lower abdomen hard enough to punch a bloody hole through him.

Solomon’s Wujian was already more than half-broken, so its power upon landing would be minimal! David Solomon instantly grasped the key. His ankle flicked as he stepped back, his slender, strong tiger waist twisting, drawing his throat in and pulling back. His hands crossed upward, fingers spread, making loud pa-pa sounds as they snatched toward Qin Fen’s wrist. Accompanying the snatch and block, he forcefully twisted and rotated, channeling the power from his waist and legs into his hands.

Biogenetic Beast Third-Level Fusion activated! David Solomon held nothing back, immediately activating the Third-Level Fusion state of his Biogenetic Beast despite being a Seventeenth-Star Martial Arts Master.

A maniac! But not a fool. Qin Fen’s sudden move put immense pressure on him, threatening his very life. His battlefield instincts led him to make the most correct judgment immediately: Do not underestimate this Sixteenth-Star opponent!

The head-severing technique of [Vajra Broken Halberd]; if it latched onto any joint of the body, it would be followed by continuous, surging attacks, breaking every bone in the enemy's body—a sharp, lethal move from the Vajra Fist.

Qin Fen’s sudden intervention reduced the rescue force by three-tenths, preventing the Dragon Cannon from reaching its full potential. Seeing his wrist about to be grasped, the momentum dropped another two-tenths. His fierce expression suddenly changed. His five fingers dug into the ground, his body falling backward, retracting the launched Dragon Cannon. His other leg shot out like a venomous snake leaping from the grass, or like the dagger K'ing of Yan at the final moment of the assassination attempt on Qin Shi Huang, kicking towards the wobbling flesh-mass between David Solomon’s legs.

The secret technique of the King of Despicable Acts, Zeng Yicheng—the Son-Ending Kick! The cherished essential skill of a Super Martial Arts Grandmaster suddenly erupted with the sharpest edge! David Solomon felt a deep, icy chill in his crotch. Even before the Son-Ending Kick landed, it gave him the feeling that he would be sexually useless for the next week, and that even at his most excited moments in the future, thinking of this kick would cause a sudden, debilitating shock.

In that instant! David Solomon suddenly felt the muscles of his genitals violently contract, similar to how they shrink upon encountering cold water under normal circumstances.

David Solomon understood: if his arms, forming the Vajra Broken Halberd, continued the pursuit, there was perhaps a fifty percent chance of catching Qin Fen’s arm and breaking it, but a vital male organ would bid him farewell forever. That fierce force would destroy all the nerves in his lower body; even if he had another one transplanted, it would only serve as an ornament with no practical use.

David Solomon might be called a madman by others, but he wasn't brainless. An angry snort hissed from his nostrils. His body slightly stooped, and his crossed arms rapidly descended, the claws transforming into heavy hammers smashing toward Qin Fen’s ankle!

Whoosh! David Solomon’s furious strike roared out with over ten thousand times the force of Qin Fen’s despicable, silent kick. The pressure from the fist kicked up a cloud of debris from the ground, creating a strange effect as if rows of bullets were striking the flagstones.

Qin Fen, contrary to David Solomon’s expectations, did not retract his leg, as if he hadn't seen this world-destroying blow.

A streak of cold light flashed! The moment it appeared, it was less than half a meter from David Solomon’s heart! The sudden burst of extreme cold blade light made David Solomon’s already contracted groin shrink by another half!

This blade came too suddenly, too silently, as if someone had used magic to conjure a killing knife near his heart!

Xue Tian! The power of a Sixteenth-Star martial artist exploded forth. He was like a figure hidden in darkness, where only this burst of flashing blade light was real!

Sixteenth-Star again? Where did this kid come from? David Solomon’s skin erupted with goosebumps the size of soybeans; the shock made the roots of his hair stand up, resembling a threatened porcupine raising its defensive quills!

If David Solomon’s descending Heaven Wheel Fist continued, he might not break Qin Fen’s ankle, but his heart would certainly be pierced by this high-speed rotating Iaijutsu blade, creating a transparent bloody hole in his chest.

Only at this moment did David Solomon realize why Qin Fen hadn't retreated when facing his Heaven Wheel Fist: he was counting on someone to resolve this crisis for him. That Son-Ending Kick could instantly transform into a sky-soaring cannon for a follow-up strike.

David Solomon knew this situation would develop but had no way to reverse it. This was entirely because Xue Tian’s strike appeared too bizarre! Yes! Too monstrous! An absolute demon blade! Xue Tian inherited one of the unique skills of the Demon Star among the Six Stars of the Sacred Martial Arts: the Demonic Blade Thrust. If the star levels were equal, Xue Tian was confident that the knife would pierce David Solomon’s heart before the opponent even realized he’d been stabbed.

Retreat! David Solomon drew in his chest, bent over, and immediately stepped back and sideways to avoid the bizarre thrusting slash! Qin Fen’s Son-Ending Kick, just as he predicted, turned into a sky-soaring cannon, relentlessly driving straight toward his jaw. Feeling the deadly crisis under his tongue, his hidden forehead twitched violently inside his mouth.

David Solomon’s arms curved back into a circle, interlacing and twisting together, like two large snakes coiling around a thick tree, or like a massive bear opening its burly arms to embrace an opponent.

The Snake Coiling Bear Embrace from the Heaven Wheel Fist! David Solomon’s grappling embrace could easily snap thick titanium alloy columns; weaker martial artists, even with divine protection, would have their bones shattered by a single hug—it was one of his killing moves.

Facing Qin Fen’s irritating leg, he naturally held nothing back, striving to resolve this extremely troublesome opponent first.

A dragon roar, an emperor’s cry! Two streams of Yin-Yang true qi arrived from the sides. David Solomon saw Caesar from the Alexander family and Yang Lie strike simultaneously, their Fifteenth-Star Martial Arts Master combat power aimed directly at his eyes.

First-class tactics! David Solomon was in peril, his madness flared, and he inwardly praised the timing of these two for being perfectly synchronized.

A Seventeenth-Star Martial Arts Master facing two Fifteenth-Star Martial Arts Masters—if he staked everything, he could still crush Qin Fen’s leg and take the heavy blows from the two Martial Arts Masters head-on with his protective divine skill.

But the positions attacked were the eyes and ears! These were the two most difficult areas to train. Despite the two-star difference and the activation of the Biogenetic Beast Third-Level Fusion, if these areas were fully attacked, David Solomon would be instantly blinded and deafened.

Release, withdraw the move! David Solomon had just abandoned his attack on Qin Fen when a cold sensation surged from his back. Xue Tian’s pervasive blade had appeared behind him without anyone noticing. At nearly the same moment, a dazzling blade light erupted from his left side; the sky seemed about to be split open by the incoming blade.

Sky Opener! Brooks! After accumulating for half a day, he unleashed the strongest strike of his life! This blow, exploding forth after extreme suppression, held enough power to injure a Seventeenth-Star martial artist!

Four fists attacking the eyes and wounding the ears, one blade piercing the back, one blade splitting the sky toward the throat—all aimed at the Seventeenth-Star David Solomon!

Solomon’s explosion was too sudden; no one even had time to raise their combat power to its peak. Except for Brooks, everyone else attacked hastily. This perfect coordination instantly compensated for the defect of being unable to unleash their utmost power!

The four young masters struck together, with Qin Fen retracting his stance to rapidly boost his power, standing guard alongside Solomon. Faced with endless killing moves, a surge of rage flooded David Solomon’s brain.

The dignified head of the Solomon family, a Seventeenth-Star Martial Arts Grandmaster, being forced into such a dishevelled state by these youngsters? His wrist moved slightly, and the ring on his finger spun abruptly. His sapphire-blue eyes burst forth with a strange, frenzied light.

At almost the same moment, Qin Fen’s expression drastically changed. A familiar scent rose from beneath the earth. That was… the smell of detonated gunpowder…

“Tsarina!”

Qin Fen roared in anger. David Solomon’s Sky Martial Art burst forth instantly, and he shot out of the building like a cannonball...

Soaring flames erupted from the ground almost simultaneously. The iconic structure of Athens, which had stood for countless years, was instantly reduced to dust.

Firelight hundreds of meters in diameter shot hundreds of meters into the sky, forming a massive mushroom cloud, like a volcano that had slept for tens of thousands of years, awakening at this moment.

The powerful shockwave generated by the explosion turned nearby structures into rubble as well.

David Solomon hovered high in the sky, raising a hand to wipe the dust from his face, looking down at the swirling smoke and dust, letting out a hysterical, wild laugh: “You’re finally dead, aren’t you? What a pity, what a pity! From today on, I will never again enjoy those cold, hateful gazes that felt like knives and swords! Ah! What a pity! Whenever I was enveloped by that gaze, I felt a strange comfort that made me reluctant to kill you.”

From the swirling smoke, a high-pitched, thunderous dragon roar broke through the dust and clouds from bottom to top. Qin Fen’s fist was already approaching David Solomon’s chest. Xue Tian’s blade followed almost simultaneously. Caesar, Solomon, Yang Lie, Brooks followed closely behind. Though their clothes were tattered like beggars', their bodies had not suffered any real injury.

“How is this possible?”

David Solomon was greatly alarmed, yet his Sky Martial Art did not cease its rapid ascent!

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