Chapter 928 - Vaporized (1/2)
Chapter 928: Vaporized
Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations
With simple actions of lowering his back, dropping his elbows, straightening his waist, and assuming a horse stance, Hui He punched out at the next instant. This brought forth a great change to the heavens and the earth.
The name of this punch was ‘Domination’. Fueled by Hui He’s extremely domineering intent and ambition to control the world, Domination was a punch that unleashed 200% of prowess in the ring’s gray energy.
The powers of the 13 different-colored rings were driven by the individuals’ characteristics and wills. Hui He’s The World Abides to the Heart was an application of the energy, and now, the Domination punch was a real activation of the powers. It was a punch that condensed the dominance, prestige, and ambitions Hui He had used to rule over millions upon millions of people over the past several decades.
This was a punch that was not showy at all and purely used strength to suppress everything in the world that refused to submit. The streams of sword light shattered under this punch, unable to fend Hui He off any longer.
The two surges of power—one gray and one black—suppressed the myriad of sword light completely. Bit by bit, they compressed the light circle formed from the sword light, suppressing it down to a circumference of three meters.
From everyone’s point of view, the gray punch force and black souls were suppressing the Panwei Sword, causing its sword light to only be able to maintain a circumference of three meters. Furthermore, the sword light seemed to be trembling non-stop, as if it would collapse at any moment. It was like there were two mountains suppressing an ordinary person, rendering the person unable to move at all.
At the sight of this scene, the Witch of Trepidation—whose face had been filled with shock—let out a soft exhale as she thought, ‘This Fang Xingjian is really amazing. It’s a pity that he chose the wrong opponents in his bid to amaze the world with a brilliant feat. He has also underestimated their determinations. With him alone, how can he possibly be a match for Hui He’s and Grade’s joint efforts?’
In the television broadcast studio, Lauretta—a female professor with a head of silver hair—sighed and said, “The strength of the White Army’s new Commander, Fang Xingjian, has surpassed my earlier expectations.
“But this person thinks too highly of himself and doesn’t have a clear understanding of the current trends of Earth’s situation right now.
“The One-Three Agreement was jointly set by the 13 Commanders back then. How could it be something that he’s be able to overthrow by himself?”
The television host asked, “Professor Lauretta, as an expert in international relations, how do you think this conference will end? Will it bring about a second war between the armies?”
Professor Lauretta fell silent for a moment before shaking her head and saying, “It probably won’t. There are still external threats to Earth right now, and the 13 Commanders understand that this is definitely not the time for there to be internal conflict.
“The only ones who will have run out of luck this time around will be the White Army. Sigh.”
She sighed and said, “Fang Xingjian has probably brought the entire White Army into a deep abyss.”
After hearing Professor Lauretta’s analysis, the countless audience members nodded in agreement. Inside a manor in North America, Jessica’s father looked at the content broadcasted on television and sat on a chair with a dejected expression. His face filled with feelings of despair.
Beside him, both his wife and son were in a state of panic and anxiety.
His son shouted, “Father, what are we going to do? Let’s run quickly! What are we still staying here for?!”
Jessica’s father smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, “Run? Where to? Is there anywhere on Earth that’s not controlled by the armies? There’s no way that we can escape.”
Jessica’s younger brother cried out, “Then what should we do? Father, I don’t wish to die. I really don’t wish to die. The people from the Gray Army won’t let us off…”
In outer space, Edward—the Gold Army’s leader—looked coldly at the broadcast and snorted, “Id*ot.”
Most of the ordinary people in the conference hall had withdrawn, leaving behind only the cameras for the live broadcast as well as a few experts with extraordinary powers.
The gray and black powers kept pressing down. They suppressed the sword light into a having a radius one meter, forming a tight shield around Jessica.