Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 901 - 242: A Punch Clears the Void! The Man Comparable to Demons and Devils!_4

In Yan Dalong’s eyes, Tuoba Jundu, the Naval Commander, was not far behind him and his brother in terms of prowess. When it came to fighting alone, neither of the brothers was necessarily a match for the old Tuoba. Only by joining forces could they have a chance to beat the old Tuoba.

Yet... it was such an old Tuoba who, under Fan Wu’s distant punch, ended up in such a plight! How astonishing was that? If Fan Wu had put even more power into that punch, couldn’t he have blown the opponent to bits from a distance?!

"Big brother... it seems we’ve met an extraordinary person," Yan Dahu said in a low voice beside Yan Dalong. "This is several tens of thousands of naval troops! Even if the two of us encountered such a tight encirclement, we’d have to risk our lives to even have a chance to break through it."

"But this Brother Fan Wu, he just needed to release his aura and throw a punch in one direction. He nearly crushed the tens of thousands of naval troops. Mother of god! I’ve never seen anyone so fierce in my life. Damn, Brother Fan Wu alone is fiercer than ten of me."

Yan Dalong glanced at his dim-witted brother, the eerie tattoo on his body slowly dissipating along with the blood-colored light it emitted. He spoke disdainfully, "You really think highly of yourself, don’t you? Ten of you are even worthy to compare with Brother Fan Wu? At the very least, it’d have to be a hundred!"

"A hundred..." Yan Dahu seemed to miss the contempt in his brother’s tone, and his fingers half-heartedly tried to count just how formidable a hundred of himself would be. Then he shivered uncontrollably, "Mother, Brother Fan Wu is just too bloody fierce!"

Yan Dahu even felt a sense of relief, celebrating that he had not been punched to death by Brother Fan Wu the day before. The moves he had managed to withstand from Brother Fan Wu... surely Brother Fan Wu must have been holding back!

If he hadn’t held back, then after those two moves, he, Yan Dahu, might already be in a grave by now, right? Hiss! It’s like, he had somehow picked up an extra lease on life!

Thinking this, Yan Dahu couldn’t help but touch his chest, soothing his wildly beating heart.

At that moment, neither of the brothers felt anxious anymore, for the crisis had been resolved.

"Those guys... seem too scared to make a move," Yan Dalong glanced in the other direction at some of the naval troops who hadn’t fainted yet and said, "Looks like we don’t need to fight our way out. We can just walk out of this encirclement in broad daylight."

Immediately after, Fan Wu and his companions disregarded the group that watched them leave openly. And just like that, they strode away from the place... right in front of all the naval troops who hadn’t collapsed.

Once the silhouettes of Fan Wu and his party disappeared, some of the naval petty officers, who were desperately holding on, could no longer endure the weakness in their bodies, on their hands gave out like powerlessness, and they fell back, sitting on the muddy ground.

Their current state was as wretched as it gets.

Each of them was drenched in cold sweat, and some even had wet patches around their crotches, having been frightened to the point of wetting themselves.

"Monster... Demons and Devils... That’s simply not human, it’s practically... practically a demon in human skin!" one of the naval troops who hadn’t been stunned by Fan Wu’s aura exclaimed in shock, eyes wide as they watched the direction in which Fan Wu and the others disappeared, "He must be... a demon wearing a human disguise, definitely not human!"

"Mother of god..." another naval troop member slumped on the ground nearby wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face full of fear and relief, "I was just a hair away, just a tiny bit more, and I would have been dead."

Although most of the Shangwu Dynasty’s naval marines did not fear death, the thing is, not fearing death also depends on the manner of dying. If they died on the battlefield against the enemy, they would feel honored by their death.

But if they were to die... blown to bits with a punch by some unknown foreigner, then even if they went to the Netherworld, they would carry resentment!

Not everyone can calmly accept every form of death, and the elite troops of the Shangwu Dynasty are no exception.

"They’ve left... they didn’t even deem it fit to engage with me."

At such a time, Tuoba Jundu, who had put on a stance as if ready to fight to the death, was undoubtedly the most embarrassed and wished he could just disappear into the earth. He felt as if he were a street performer, his actions and expressions looking ridiculous in that moment.

"Pu-wah!!!" At the same time, he could no longer contain the injuries on his body and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood. His hands, gripping the blade, trembled violently, and the web of his thumb began to crack. Blood streamed from the burst open flesh, trickling down his palms.

No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he had to acknowledge that he had just experienced a wave of fear. Such fear that was impossible to suppress.