Chapter 224 - Defeat Superman with 37 Fists, Eighteen Dragons Gathering Clouds (1/2)

Two simple words hit James’s heart like a clap of thunder.

He looked at Thomas, who had gone limp on the ground, and James felt like giving him a tight slap on his face.

“Hehe…” James forced laughter, “You’re strong, perhaps you’re even eligible for the strongest qualification among the East Asia recruits.”

“The strongest?” Du Peng sneered, shaking his index finger, “You’re wrong. I’m far more lacking than my elder brother.”

James only forced a smile. After witnessing Du Peng’s means, he did not want to talk too much and offend people. He did not want to fight now as the results of the battle would be unforeseeable.

Qin Fen took one step over to Du Peng’s position and looked at James, “Superman’s Power?”

James switched his attention to Qin Fen. A proud look appeared on his face. There were only a few young people in the entire Occident who could practice Superman’s Power. This required robust talent.

“That’s right!”

Qin Fen moved his neck slightly, “You said that we are sick men of East Asia, right?”

James glanced at Du Peng with hesitation. He took a deep breath and shouted, “Yes!”

“Alright!” Qin Fen’s body shook fiercely, “I’ll beat you up to become the Sick Man of the West today.”

James looked around at the glare of the surrounding people, his heart was full of heroic anger. He opened his arms and the Superman’s Power expanded rapidly. The dust under his feet drifted off the ground, “Come!”

Since things had gone to this stage, even though Du Peng wanted to proceed, he also wanted to fight!

Superman’s Power with six-star strength appeared in front of everyone.

Six-star? James was a six-star martial artist who was stronger than Thomas? Kyokushin Genichi and the rest were worried about Qin Fen.

Du Peng looked at Qin Fen with a slight hint of envy. Fighting with a martial artist of the same level was much more interesting than fighting with a five-star martial artist.

Qin Fen took a look at the dust drifting under James’ feet. He rarely faced an opponent whose pure force was equal to him since he started his career. He hoped that Superman’s Power would not be disappointing.

Six-star paleo martial art!

James looked at Du Peng and Qin Fen, with increasing disbelief in his eyes. This boot camp actually consisted of two six-star paleo martial artists! Which family are they from? They probably consumed more than just one or two Reborn Pills.

Qin Fen did the same as James and generated force directly with his feet on the ground. Dust drifted off the ground and surrounded his entire feet within a second.

James’s facial expression changed for the third time. His pupil shrunk into the size of a needle and had a hint of cold light twinkling inside. He kept guessing if this was Sumeru Power or Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. It was very likely that a man who reached the six-star realm at such a young age had taken a Reborn Pill for assistance.

Those who could afford the Reborn Pill would never practice paleo martial arts such as the Strength of Nine Oxes and Two Tigers, which was not of the top force series.

After this short distraction, James concentrated and stared at Qin Fen with some surprise. The moment when he distracted me was the best opportunity for him to attack, why did he…

“Is it weird?” Qin Fen smiled indifferently, “I want to defeat you when you are at your peak state, that’s all.”

James raised his hand to touch his shiny big bald head, “You want to prove that you’re not a Sick Man of East Asia this way?”

“Prove to you? You’re not qualified.” Qin Fen smiled contemptuously, “Whether or not East Asia is a sick man, the way you looked at Du Peng just now had already told everyone the answer.”

James’s ear muscle twitched. Du Peng had become a shadow in his heart unknowingly. Once his state of mind had been revealed, his shame turned his fear into anger.

“I’m afraid of Du Peng?” James’ nostrils expanded along with his eyes, “Let me beat you up first, then the Du Peng that you’re so proud of will be the next.”

Converting his fear into anger, the veins around James’ neck became visible. Both his hands were clenched into fists. The air sounded like a plastic bag that was filled with a gas burst, and he switched to the new Karate Sun Fist.

One of his shoulders contracted while the other stretched, his arms were in front of his head, showing a boxing posture. His spine was shaped like a dragon and released a strong force. He twisted his waist and set out a punch that seemed either like a straight punch or an uppercut, smashing towards Qin Fen’s head.

This Missile Fist was created by fusing boxing and ancient fist techniques. When James, who was almost two meters tall executed it, it was very much like an all-out strike of a Jungle Ranger.

Thick arms and fists penetrated the air, leaving a trace of airflow visible to the naked eye. It almost covered all possible leeway for Qin Fen, leaving him no choice but to fight hard.

Qin Fen’s right foot fell and shattered the ground together with his left foot. His body shape gave off the feeling of a “cannon stand”. His right arm went under his inner left arm and punch upwards straight from the bottom. A towering shot, as James wished.

Qin Fen, who had fought in several battles, executed this Soaring Cannon fist as if releasing a huge diameter cannon.

No one knew whether the missile or the cannon was more fierce in this hard battle.

Boom!

Two fists bumped into each other rigidly, producing a sound of flesh and bone impact. James had the advantage due to the size of Westerners’ bones — his fist was just slightly smaller than a wine jar.

Without using True Energy to transform his body, Qin Fen’s fist was undeniably smaller. However, he did not have any intentions of backing off at all.

James’s gaze changed again after one harsh attack. The Superman’s Power not only increased the strength of a martial artist to enable his bones to withstand tremendous blows but also to match with a corresponding tenacious art – Steel War Body!

It could be said that the Steel War Body was initially developed to serve Superman’s Power. Later, many martial artists who were not qualified enough to practice Superman’s Power turned to practice only the Steel War Body.

Regardless if it was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art or the Sumeru Power, James knew that these were paleo martial arts that were as strong and powerful as his. However, he could not accept that this paleo martial art opponent, who had equal strength, had the body hardness strong enough to withstand his blow!

This was because he actually felt pain in his fist after the punch!

“You gave me a punch, now it’s my turn.”

Qin Fen’s quiet voice entered James’ ear. It sounded like an evil spirit from hell telling him the most terrible news.

Soaring Cannon followed by a close attack of Forcing Hand Cannon!

This super close distance left James no way to dodge. The only thing he could do was the same thing as what Qin Fen did just now: face it directly.

The fist of Steel War Body carrying Superman’s Power smashed harshly into Qin Fen’s fist by using the Rock Breaking Fist of New Karate.

Boom…

The moment the sound of the smashing of flesh and bone was heard, the Level Heart Cannon with Qin Fen’s right hand had blocked James again without any hesitation.

Dodge? That is no longer possible.

James smashed it harshly again with his right fist that had not yet recovered from the pain from earlier.

The second and the third punch struck, James felt that the strength was much greater than the first two punches. His feet that were almost rooted to the ground seemed to be hit by a chariot and could no longer stand still. He retreated backward.

At the same time, the third punch sounded, Qin Fen’s left hand gave another Forcing Hand Cannon.

While retreating, James, who had not yet stabilized himself, raised his hand to resist hastily. Unlike the previous evenly matched punches, James was beaten by Qin Fen’s fist heavily!

Superman’s Power lost in terms of strength? How could it be? James had not recovered from the shock when the Level Heart Cannon had already started to pound relentlessly.

With no time to think, James ordered the regulator in his body to adjust data release to the maximum. A punch filled with anger counterattacked Qin Fen.

This time, the collision gave James a feeling like he was competing forces with a mobile armor. A Superman’s Power fist that had the biggest transmission released by the regulator eventually suffered a heavier loss than the fourth punch.

How come? James looked at Qin Fen, bewildered. He had not used his greatest strength yet? Did he take some medicine that was like the Berserker Pill?

Without giving time for him to figure it out, Qin Fen’s fists became like waves in the ocean, pounding continuously towards James.

James felt that Qin Fen’s strength grew a level higher after each collision as if his strength had no limit.

James retreated nearly one hundred meters after suffering thirty-five punches. He felt like a stray dog who was being chased by a human with a stick.

His fists that were strong enough to smash monument were now in pain even with a gentle touch.

The endurance of his bones seemed to reach its limit.