But Wang Longhu did it, his hand unaffected, forcibly stopped, and the injured party became Yagyu Ito.
Looking at his reddened, skinned palm, Yagyu Ito felt extremely complicated.
He had seen Wang Longhu’s profile; according to Lu Ting’s investigation, Wang Longhu was only 25 years old. Such a young man could actually possess strength greater than his own.
On Japan Island, Wang Longhu was already a genius akin to Great Mountain Pedda of the past.
Given enough time, Wang Longhu could certainly become the world’s strongest martial artist!
At the moment Yagyu Ito retreated violently, Wang Longhu stood his ground and, without even looking, threw the cross spear in his hand with a backhand flick.
The nearly two-meter-long cross spear flew like lightning, arriving in front of Sodaimura Yujiro by the wall in the blink of an eye.
Sodaimura Yujiro was greatly shocked, and hurriedly tried to evade. Even as a top karate expert, he couldn’t possibly resist a blade or perform some empty-handed feat against it.
In this situation, he had only the route of evasion.
Unfortunately, Sodaimura Yujiro underestimated Wang Longhu’s strength; the cross spear’s speed far exceeded his expectations.
The moment Sodaimura Yujiro thought to evade, the sharp cross spear had already pierced his chest.
Wang Longhu’s throw was with full force, the impact of the cross spear in his hand was no less than that of a siege crossbow.
Sodaimura Yujiro vomited blood, his body smashed through the high wall behind him, exposing a broken gap, creating a huge commotion.
From this noise, Sodaimura Yujiro was absolutely not going to survive.
Yagyu Ito broke out in a cold sweat, unable to fathom that with Sodaimura Yujiro’s strength, he would be unable to dodge Wang Longhu’s throw.
Renowned across Japan Island and even worldwide, Sodaimura Yujiro unexpectedly met his end in Vietnam, dying in a foreign land.
Lu Ting’s eyes widened immensely; he had researched Wang Longhu’s profile, knowing Wang Longhu’s strength was extraordinary, but never imagined Wang Longhu’s strength was to this degree.
Both Yagyu Ito and Sodaimura Yujiro, two top experts from Japan Island teaming up, couldn’t take him down, not even lasting ten moves against Wang Longhu.
"This guy." Lu Ting retreated behind the crowd, reaching into his pocket, his gaze towards Wang Longhu growing more sinister, like a lurking venomous snake.
"Cyan Dragon-san!" Yagyu Ito shouted, having retreated to Cyan Dragon Mount Tai’s side.
Standing beside Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, Yagyu Ito felt significantly more at ease.
As a former Yokozuna, Cyan Dragon Mount Tai’s strength was well-known among martial artists on Japan Island.
At 2.16 meters tall and nearly 500 pounds, he could easily squat-press a fully-grown racehorse.
He could also throw a several-hundred-pound domestic pig seven or eight meters; twenty adult men in a tug-of-war couldn’t match the strength of his single hand.
In the hearts of Japan Islanders, Cyan Dragon Mount Tai was like a descending Arhat, an earthly Vajra. No one could rival his strength.
If anyone present could stand against Wang Longhu, it had to be Cyan Dragon Mount Tai.
"Leave it to me, Yagyu-san." Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, who had been spectating all along, clasped his hands together and cracked his knuckles with a loud, resounding snap.
His eyes were extremely small, and even while facing Wang Longhu, his pupils were barely visible.
But for some reason, at that moment, Wang Longhu felt a sensation he hadn’t experienced with Sodaimura Yujiro.
This sensation was very familiar to Wang Longhu; he felt it when encountering wild beasts while crossing the forest en route to Wudang before.
This was intimidation.
A martial artist focusing their entire aura on a target would induce intimidation.
Enough to make ordinary people tremble uncontrollably, losing their ability to flee.
"Interesting." Wang Longhu flashed a smile of excitement when encountering a worthy opponent.
Though he had become a Grandmaster of Huajin, he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible and the best in the world.
The big guy before him was undoubtedly a dangerous opponent who could make Wang Longhu take things seriously.
Releasing his fingers, Cyan Dragon Mount Tai snorted heavily, two visible streams of white air snorting from his nostrils, his eyes opening simultaneously.
In that moment, he resembled an angered Vajra even more.
Cyan Dragon Mount Tai leapt into the air, his massive body surprisingly agile as he descended upon Wang Longhu, two heavyweight hands the size of pot lids slamming down, stirring up powerful winds, causing Wang Longhu’s hair to whip wildly.
In that instant, Wang Longhu truly felt as if a hippopotamus was plummeting from the sky, making it hard to breathe.
A sumo wrestler’s immense strength was indisputable, and Cyan Dragon Mount Tai definitely wasn’t an ordinary sumo wrestler; Wang Longhu abruptly gathered all his Dark Force within his body.
His Guanyuan Acupoint ballooned like a sponge soaked with water, so swollen that Wang Longhu feared his abdomen would burst at any moment.
In an instant, all the Dark Force in the Guanyuan Acupoint surged into his right arm, a half-step Beng Fist! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt
From afar, Yagyu Ito couldn’t help but rub his eyes, confirming he was not seeing an illusion.
The Beng Fist Wang Longhu executed was so forceful that Yagyu Ito could actually see the airflow!