"Five-Colored Thread!"
Five sharp threads shot toward Paul in an instant. Wherever they passed, the air hissed as if being torn apart.
Raising his palm in a sword-hand form, Paul's movement didn't slow as he quickly slashed at the oncoming five-colored threads with his hand blade, which was covered in crackling lightning.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
The attacks collided. The lightning coating Paul's palm blade was cut into with deep gashes by the threads.
However, because the five-colored threads weren't imbued with Nen, they were eventually overwhelmed by the continuous discharge of electricity and severed by Paul's hand blade.
After cutting through the threads, Paul's eyes filled with murderous intent. He reared back and unleashed a fearsome punch with his other hand.
"Thunder King Fist!"
The lightning surrounding his fist condensed further with the attack. As it exploded forward in a blinding flash, his fist looked like a glowing miniature sun—radiating heat and raw power.
Feng Yu, watching his five-colored threads get sliced apart, showed no emotion. His expression remained cold and unreadable.
Then, he vanished.
In the flash of lightning, Feng Yu easily dodged the thunderous punch and reappeared beside Paul.
Boom!
His right leg whipped out like a steel rod, moving so fast it blurred. It smashed directly into Paul's abdomen, unleashing a heavy, thunderous impact.
"Ahhh!!!"
Paul screamed as blood burst from his mouth. The force of the strike launched him like a cannonball, slamming him into a pile of rubble near a stream.
Boom!!!
The impact traveled from Paul's body into the ruins, detonating them like a bomb. The debris exploded outward, scattering rocks in every direction.
When he landed, Paul barely managed to kneel on one leg, both hands bracing him against the ground.
His abdomen throbbed with searing pain, and cold sweat poured down his face as he lifted his head to stare at Feng Yu in shock.
"How is he this strong…?"
His heart trembled. Paul was filled with disbelief—and fear.
In truth, when Feng Yu's whip kick countered his punch, Paul hadn't been defenseless. Though unable to dodge, he had gathered lightning at his abdomen in a last-second effort to defend and retaliate.
But he had gravely underestimated Feng Yu.
Even with just his "Ken" technique, Feng Yu had demonstrated not only terrifying power but also extraordinary durability.
Take his current state as proof:
After launching Paul across the battlefield, Feng Yu calmly lowered his right leg. Except for some torn fabric around his pants, there wasn't a single wound on his exposed leg or foot.
"Dance of the Thunder Snakes!"
Still kneeling, Paul roared and unleashed another attack. A surge of lightning erupted from his hands and turned into a series of writhing thunder snakes, racing across the ground toward Feng Yu.
The lightning snakes crackled with menace.
Wherever they passed, they left behind black scorch marks and obliterated the gravel in their path—demonstrating their immense destructive force.
Boom!!