Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 217 - 218: Guda

"Die!!"

Shuo Fengdi sneered coldly, pressing his advantage in pursuit, his attacks coming frenziedly like a storm, leaving no opportunity for his opponent to catch a breath.

In an instant, the disciple of Green Wolf Camp could only manage to block desperately, with absolutely no chance to counter.

However, this disciple, who had been through countless battles, was not flustered despite being outmatched in strength, relying on his extensive experience to dismantle the moves coming at him continuously.

But the difference in their strength was ultimately too great. After fifty moves, the disciple ran out of stamina. A lapse in concentration provided Shuo Fengdi with an opening. He seized the opportunity, delivering a punch that exploded the disciple’s heart. In an instant, the body lay sprawled across the ground.

"Damn it!!"

The Guardian General roared in anger upon seeing this.

Afterwards, he sent several other disciples of Green Wolf Camp into the fray, faces grim with resolve, but none could match the enemy; all were slain in his violent rampages.

Shuo Fengdi alone had killed seven from Hu Ben Country, and for a moment, he was like a War God incarnate.

"Ha ha, Shuo Fengdi, well done!"

"Long live Gale Tribe, long live our lord, long live the Barbarian King!"

"Hu Ben Country, just open your city gates obediently. You’re bound to be conquered by us sooner or later!!!"

Hundreds of thousands of Barbarian Warriors began to shout, their voices piercing the heavens, resounding miles away. In contrast, every soldier of Hu Ben Country had a look of fear on their face, palms sweating profusely, their faces ashen.

The disciples on the city wall were no better off.

Lin Feng frowned; the morale of Hu Ben Country’s soldiers had plummeted to rock bottom. If they were to engage in close combat now, their defeat would be certain, and naturally, Jiayu Pass would have to be surrendered.

After that, the Seven Great Tribes would be able to drive straight in, sweeping through unopposed. Then, the entire Northern Territory would fall into the hands of Barbarian Country.

Shuo Fengdi rubbed his shoulders, "Not bad, this strength of yours. You lasted dozens of moves with me, looks like you must be the best warrior in Hu Ben Country, right? Ha ha, what do you say, all you geniuses of Hu Ben Country, are there any more who are not afraid to die and wish to continue?"

On Hu Ben Country’s side, there was only silence.

Their Great Martial Masters at the Martial Master Third Layer level had already been scared witless; none had the courage to face him. To go would be like moths to a flame.

"Alas, this is so boring, incredibly boring."

Seeing no one from the grand Jiayu Pass daring to come out and fight, Shuo Fengdi laughed loudly, "The great Jiayu Pass, the great Hu Ben Country, such rich resources, such fertile land, yet it breeds nothing but trash, Hu Ben Country is all trash!"

Shuo Fengdi scoffed with disdain before turning around and walking away.

The Guardian General, upon hearing these words, almost couldn’t resist leaping down from the city walls to slay the enemy himself, but he forcefully restrained himself.

It was a humiliation too great to bear!!

After Shuo Fengdi returned to his position, soon, another barbarian stepped forward, his body towering like a metal frame, incredibly robust.

This scarcely needed further description; barbarian warriors are all incredibly robust, their physiques like bulls. But this man, his arms were a full size thicker than an average person’s—even among the barbarians, he was an exception, highly conspicuous. His arms were tattooed with some strange totems, and beyond that, there was a chain wrapped around his arm, twisting like a venomous snake.

"Iron Ape Tribe’s Guda, Great Martial Master Fourth Layer, I wonder if there is a genius from Hu Ben Country willing to enlighten me?"

The man sneered.

He was wearing a sarcastic smile on his face, his eyes filled with contempt.

The people from Hu Ben Country looked at each other in dismay; they had finally understood the barbarian’s intention. They actually wanted to challenge them layer by layer—an Eighth Grade Star after finishing with a Great Martial Master of the Third Layer, from low to high, challenging each one in turn.

At this moment, many on the ramparts were filled with sudden and intense anger. This barbarian was too overbearing—did they really intend to sweep through their ranks?

Several sect disciples each wished they could rush forward to confront him. Perhaps they couldn’t overcome the enemy’s expert at the Martial Master Third Layer, but at the Fourth Layer, that was not necessarily the case.

Sure enough, soon someone charged down from the garrison,

"Hmph, barbarian, I, Zhong Buxue of Taishan Sect, am here to spar with you!"

Zhong Buxue narrowed his eyes as he observed the barbarian opposite him, his eyes full of caution. Since the other had stepped forward, he must possess the kind of strength that ordinary people couldn’t compete with, just like the Great Martial Master Third Layer Shuo Fengdi from before.

Boom!

Zhong Buxue didn’t bother with more words and directly unleashed his aura and Star, obviously prepared to fight with all his might. Although his Star was strong, being an Eighth Grade Star that greatly amplified his strength, he dared not show any contempt, because his opponent was a barbarian.

Guda glanced up and down at Zhong Buxue, then shook his head: "Three moves, and I’ll finish you off!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Buxue became enraged; was he really that weak in his opponent’s eyes?

"Boasting shamelessly. It seems barbarians are the biggest blowhards of all. Enough talk, let’s see the truth in a hand-to-hand fight!"

Zhong Buxue sneered. He was also an expert, otherwise, he wouldn’t have volunteered to be the first to step forward.

"In that case, let me show you the might of the Iron Ape Tribe!"

Guda sneered disdainfully, and then the bizarre tattoos on his arms emitted a bronze light. At the same time, a terrifying momentum burst forth from him like an erupting volcano. In an instant, the ground beneath his feet cracked and shattered. In the next moment, he suddenly moved. Guda, despite his towering figure, was surprisingly swift. Agile as a rabbit, with a lunge, he instantly closed in to within ten meters of Zhong Buxue.

"Blast Punch!"

Guda shouted loudly, and his fist, sparkling with light, struck towards Zhong Buxue with the speed of lightning.

This punch turned into an afterimage, the air trembling explosively with its passage. The force of the punch hadn’t even arrived before the punch wind did, cracking the ground behind Zhong Buxue and revealing spiderweb-like fissures. Zhong Buxue was startled, having no time to think further, he could only grit his teeth and strain to block.

Upon the garrison, Lin Feng’s brows furrowed. The moment Guda’s punch was released, he knew that this disciple of the Taishan Sect was destined to lose.

The next moment, a thunderous explosion sounded—it was Guda’s punch driving Zhong Buxue back seven or eight steps. Guda’s mouth curved into a cold smile, he didn’t give his opponent any chance to catch his breath, and launched another punch.

"River-shattering Sky-collapse Fist!"

This punch, with a Punch Radiance that carried the domineering might of mountain-splitting and earth-shattering force, was powerful enough to crush anything in its path.

At this time, Zhong Buxue had barely stabilized his stance and was still recovering his senses when he saw an even stronger attack tearing through the air towards him. His face changed dramatically, in a state of panic and desperation.

Bang!!

After one punch, nothing remained but remnants of the Taishan Sect disciple’s robes, fluttering and scattering like pieces of paper, flying across the sky.