Chapter 176: Chapter 176 - Indestructible
Tristin Schroeder stared at his own fist, his face contorted in disbelief!
Though his strength had diminished somewhat since his father entered seclusion years ago, as his focus shifted toward business management.
He remained a legitimate Inner Strength Greatmaster!
I was also somewhat surprised by what had just happened.
I knew my body had grown stronger, but hadn’t expected this level of toughness.
"Anything else you need? If not, I should get going." I brushed the dirt from my clothes and prepared to leave.
How could Tristin Schroeder let this slide? He clenched his teeth and once again expelled his Qi Jin!
"Don’t you move!" Tristin Schroeder bellowed.
"That was merely a test earlier. Like I said, the cultivation skill I possess can elevate me further!"
With those words, his strength began rapidly increasing! He appeared to have activated some special cultivation technique.
This caught my attention slightly, and I acknowledged, "Not bad, actually."
Though intended as praise, to Tristin Schroeder, my words landed as nothing but insult!
"You dare look down on me? You’re begging for death!" Tristin Schroeder swung his fist furiously, driving it brutally toward me!
"Saintly Body Skill," I whispered under my breath, and my body immediately began emitting a subtle glow.
"Clang!"
Against this punch, I chose not to counterattack but faced it head-on!
My body didn’t budge an inch!
"With the enhancement of the Saintly Body Skill, I wonder just how resilient my body can become." I glanced down at my chest, feeling a rush of excitement sweep through me.
Nearby, Tristin Schroeder had gone pale as chalk, his expression frozen in disbelief!
"How can this be possible, how can this be possible!" Tristin Schroeder seemed to question his very existence!
Like a man possessed, his fists rained down upon me!
I merely closed my eyes slightly, hands clasped behind my back, allowing Tristin Schroeder’s barrage to continue.
The metallic "clang clang clang" echoed through the air as my figure steadily retreated.
Yet my physical body sustained absolutely no damage whatsoever!
"Seems the Schroeder Family’s inherited cultivation technique amounts to just this much." I smirked.
Tristin Schroeder fought for breath, his gaze locked onto me.
Anger flared in his chest, but being a businessman, he soon regained composure.
"You’ve truly earned my respect," Tristin Schroeder glared coldly at me.
I laughed, "Sounds like you’re about to unveil some earth-shattering technique."
Tristin Schroeder sneered, "Correct, but unfortunately, there’s no prize!"
As he finished speaking, Tristin Schroeder slowly raised both hands.
His inner strength surged rapidly toward his fists.
Above his fists, remarkably, formed the shape of a dragon head!
"This is my family’s ancestral technique, known as the Divine Dragon Fist," Tristin Schroeder declared coldly.
"My grandfather slaughtered countless opponents with these iron fists in his day!"
"To die beneath these iron fists, Mason Raymond, you should feel honored!"
The moment he finished speaking, Tristin Schroeder’s fists shot forward through the air!
On his fists, two celestial dragon shapes clearly materialized!
Enhanced by inner strength, this power was terrifyingly immense!
Even I could sense a hint of danger approaching!
"Die!" Tristin Schroeder roared maniacally, as if already envisioning my body shattered by his iron fists!
Standing not far away, I finally made my move.
My hands became enveloped in a light blue glow, forming claws as I reached forward!
"Boom!"
With a thunderous explosion, my two hands astonishingly strangled the throats of both Divine Dragons outright!
Next, my fists began twinkling with radiance.
In the following second, I directly crushed these two Divine Dragons!
"This... How is this possible?" Tristin Schroeder unconsciously retreated two steps, his eyes filled with horror!
I casually remarked, "This technique of mine, created by my father, is called Dragon Capturing Hand. Seems it’s somewhat more powerful than your so-called Divine Dragon Fist."
Tristin Schroeder’s expression darkened considerably.
How could I possess such a cultivation skill?
Could my father be some hidden master?
Even Anton Schroeder watching from the car widened his eyes.
Though his strength was minimal, he recognized the power of the Divine Dragon Fist!
That was one of the ultimate teachings of the Schroeder Family!
"Tristin Schroeder, I’m growing bored. You can leave now," I said coldly.
Tristin Schroeder refused to surrender, grinding his teeth as he said, "Mason Raymond, if I’m correct, that worthless Dragon Capturing Hand must have drained all your strength, right? Now you’re just a lamb awaiting slaughter!"
I couldn’t help but scratch my head, "Why do you people enjoy making such baseless assumptions?"
"Hahaha! I must have hit the mark!" Tristin Schroeder laughed loudly.
"Otherwise, why are you so eager to depart?"
My eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Tristin Schroeder, don’t mistake kindness for weakness. Do you truly want me to cripple you?" I warned sternly.
Tristin Schroeder remained unconcerned, sneering, "You’re already spent. How do you plan to cripple me? With words? If you’ve got the nerve, come try!"
My expression gradually hardened.
"You’re truly asking for it. Fine, I’ll grant your wish," I said coldly.
My fist began gathering Qi Jin.
The spiritual power throughout my entire body concentrated on my fist in a split second!
"Tristin Schroeder, taste this punch!" I roared angrily, and in the next moment my figure abruptly vanished!
"Playing ghost tricks won’t fucking scare me!" Tristin Schroeder bellowed, incredibly choosing to confront me directly!
But the moment our fists collided, Tristin Schroeder instantly regretted his decision.
He clearly sensed this punch might claim his life!
"Boom!"
Our fists connected, and my terrifying blow blasted Tristin Schroeder backward!!
Half his arm shattered instantly, and the shockwave hurled Tristin Schroeder even further back!
The unmatched Qi Jin struck with irresistible force, leaving Tristin Schroeder bleeding from his mouth, his chest caved in, internal organs seemingly on the verge of rupturing!
Tristin Schroeder lay sprawled on the ground, attempting to stand but finding the pain unbearable!
"Just one punch... I’m finished..." Tristin Schroeder spat a mouthful of fresh blood before his vision darkened and consciousness fled.
One punch had left him gravely wounded!
I glanced at the trembling Anton Schroeder hiding in the car, then said, "Kid, hurry and get your brother out of here. If you delay too long, he might not survive."
Anton Schroeder’s face drained of color. Despite his fractured leg bone, he struggled to drive the car to Tristin Schroeder’s side.
I watched them briefly, said nothing more, then turned and walked away.
In the hotel, Jasper Thompson, Blair Blake, and Elder Drake gathered together.
Their faces reflected deep concern, with Jasper Thompson even debating whether to inform Mabel Sean.
"I just received news that Tristin Schroeder went to confront Mason Raymond," Blair Blake said gravely.
"Given Tristin Schroeder’s temperament, he will definitely not let Mason Raymond go."
"Most importantly, Tristin Schroeder is an Inner Strength Greatmaster, his power exceeds Turner Keira’s!"
