Manhuang Realm – Arena of Might.
"Savage Beast Fist!"
A deafening roar of ten thousand beasts erupted from Lan An's body. His blood boiled. Adamantine Body and Rest Gate pushed to their limits just to contain the explosive power…
All force converged into one arm. Lan An coldly prepared his punch…
On the stands — two colossal figures suddenly shot to their feet, startling nearby spectators.
"That punch… even I feel danger?!"
Both the Giant Han protector and the masked Giant Race woman turned grave — disbelief flooding their minds.
They were Eighth-Turn Body Cultivators. The one throwing the punch was only Sixth-Turn. Yet from this distance — they felt mortal peril?
No time to think.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM…
The arena violently shook. Countless figures were blasted skyward — then exploded into bloody mist. Dust and gore obscured nearly the entire stage…
"What just happened…?"
A spectator muttered in shock.
One… ten… hundreds… thousands…
The entire arena stood. Faces pale with terror — unable to accept what they had just witnessed.
When the black-cloaked man punched — the stage quaked. Then explosions, air blasts, a shockwave that could pulverise anything…
Only Wu San Niang and the mutated Man-Chicken remained calm — they had seen this fist too many times.
In the past half-year, besides Eight Gates Escape Armor, Savage Beast Fist was the Body Art Lan An had practised most — adapting his body to its tyrannical power, mastering control and optimisation.
Now — the results were clear…
Dust cleared.
From Lan An's position backward — one-third of the arena was ploughed. Earth churned, rocks shattered — even lava visible deep below…
The dozens of Body Cultivators who had charged him — gone. Only scraps of flesh and blood mixed in the rubble remained.
"My gods…"
A Perfect Sixth-Turn cultivator fighting Ju A Man clutched his head and screamed:
"I surrender! I surrender… let me leave the arena!"
He fled in panic…
No one stopped him. Everyone was still reeling — immersed in the sheer dominance of that single punch.
Ju A Man's colossal body froze. Bell-sized eyes wide. Battle intent drained. Cold sweat soaked his beast-hide armour.
"What… kind of monster is he?"
Staring at the calm black-cloaked man retracting his fist, Ju A Man couldn't imagine surviving such a strike…
The entire arena exploded in chaos — cheers, screams, pandemonium echoing across Giant Tyrant City.
"Heavens above — is he even human?!"
"Monster! One punch — sixty-nine dead! A true monster!"
"What rank Body Art was that?! Never heard of it!"
"I heard beast roars when he punched — could it be the legendary Lion's Roar?!"
"Lion's Roar my ass — that was a fist!"
The Giant Han protector and masked Giant Race woman were shaken. Their knowledge far surpassed others. This was undoubtedly an extremely powerful Body Art — the kind only clan leaders of great clans could cultivate.
Who was this black-cloaked man?
Han Wei's spiked body trembled uncontrollably. He didn't dare imagine taking that punch head-on. Could Spiked Body even block it?
"I refuse to believe you can spam that terrifying fist!" Han Wei gnashed his teeth and roared. Six arms wielding six blades — charging like a war machine.
Lan An turned calmly. Coldly gazed at Han Wei. Then — adopted the punching stance again.
"NO!"
Han Wei's spikes stood on end. He felt — one more step and the consequences would be catastrophic. Even if he survived — crippled for life.
He was a proud Giant Han genius — future limitless. Risking it against this mysterious freak wasn't worth it. Killing Ju A Man no longer mattered.
Once off the stage — he'd have his protector kill the black-cloaked man, seize his secrets, and claim that terrifying fist art. A hundred thousand times more profitable.
With that thought — Han Wei retracted his spikes and roared toward the organisers:
"This Giant Han no longer wishes to fight!"
"…"
Arena managers exchanged helpless looks — still recovering from Lan An's punch.
"Young Master Han Wei — Arena of Might doesn't allow surrender…" one said cautiously.
"Bullshit! Earlier some cowards ran out — why didn't you stop them?! I'm done fighting. Complaints? Take it up with Giant Han Race!"
Han Wei snarled — no regard for rules.
In this world — the strong made the rules. Giant Han Race was the strong.
"Han Wei actually surrendered?!"
"No surrender! What about our bets?!"
Spectators wailed — most had bet everything on Han Wei.
"Hmph — this Giant Han isn't surrendering. I'm just… bored of playing!" Han Wei roared — six arms flailing, silencing complaints.
Under the helpless eyes of managers and spectators — Han Wei coldly glared at Lan An, then turned his colossal body and strode off the stage.
He came and went as he pleased — technically a loss, yet no one dared mock him.
Behind him stood the colossal Giant Han Race.
Lan An's eyes flickered. Big head, but not stupid. Defence insane. Giant Han Race cannot be underestimated…
"Consider yourself lucky this time — hmph!" Han Wei sneered as he passed Ju A Man.
Ju A Man ignored him — eyes fixed solemnly on Lan An. In his view — the black-cloaked man was now the greatest threat.
Only two remained on the stage…
"A Man — surrender now!" From the stands — the masked Giant Race woman shouted, voice thick with worry.
She couldn't let this idiot face such a monster.
Ju A Man looked up — seeing her colossal masked figure, he scratched his head sheepishly:
"Big Sis…"
Clearly terrified of her. Sneaking into the arena would earn her wrath.
But Ju A Man took a deep breath — gripping his spiked club, battle intent blazing:
"Come! Show me your strength!"
"You idiot!" The masked Giant Race woman gnashed her teeth — ready to intervene the moment Lan An punched. Otherwise — only death for A Man.
"You're not afraid to die?" Lan An asked curiously — the giant was clearly trembling.
"Death is nothing. I only fear watching my family die," Ju A Man answered honestly.
Besides — that terrifying fist can't be used endlessly. If I endure one… I might win.
Thinking of his dying little brother — even a sliver of hope was worth risking.
"Haha — well said! Only fearing to watch loved ones die!" Lan An laughed heartily.
Ju A Man's words resonated deeply. Death was nothing. Watching his women die — that was terror.
Lan An was about to concede when Ju A Man spoke:
"Want to bet?"
"Oh? How?" Lan An grew interested.
"I'll stand still and take one of your punches from earlier. If I live — I win. Deal?"
Ju A Man proposed — talking made the black-cloaked man seem less scary.
"Haha — why should I agree? What do I gain? Your speed is slower than mine — I can punch you anytime," Lan An smiled.
Ju A Man knew it was true — racked his brain for something valuable. Giant Race was broke — nothing worthwhile.
Then his eyes lit up:
"If I win — I'll introduce you to my Big Sis! She's the number one beauty of Giant Race — and all Manhuang Realm!"
Spurt…
The masked Giant Race woman nearly spat blood — eyes blazing. This little bastard is dead when we get home!
"You can only introduce?" Lan An laughed helplessly. Giant Race women are over a hundred metres tall — will the Imperial Palace even fit her?
"That's right — only introduce. Whether you can win her over is up to you. Deal?" Ju A Man answered honestly. This was the most precious thing he could offer. He didn't dare promise to marry her off.
"Fine — deal!" Lan An nodded.
"Really agreeing?" Spectators looked weird. You want a Giant Race beauty that huge? Can you even handle her?
"Haha — good!" Ju A Man laughed — sitting down like a mountain, limbs tucked in, body turning rock-hard as he roared:
"Body Art – Immovable as a Mountain!"
His skin became stone-like. Body sank into the stage — defence multiplied dozens of times, but movement sealed.
Perfect for siege defence while awaiting rescue.
No wonder he dared bet — he has a strong defensive art, but can't move.
"Pretty smart for your size," Lan An chuckled.
"Hit me!" Ju A Man roared — unmoving.
"No — even Immovable as a Mountain can't block that punch!" The masked Giant Race woman panicked — about to intervene.
But then — the black-cloaked man leaped… and threw a friendly punch at Ju A Man's shoulder — no power behind it.
"Done. You win," Lan An said calmly.
"W-what? Done?" Ju A Man and the entire arena were dumbfounded.
"That's right — punched. Don't forget our deal," Lan An confirmed.
"Haha — I won?! HAHAHA!" Ju A Man jumped up in joy — tears in his eyes. Little brother is saved!
"You really like my Big Sis that much? You just let me win!" he laughed.
"Let's say that. Remember to introduce us," Lan An smiled leisurely.
From Ju A Man's words — this "Big Sis" clearly held high status in Giant Race. Meeting her might fulfil Ju Ba Tian senior's final wish — not bad.
"Haha — you're a good guy! Big Sis will definitely like you!" Ju A Man beamed — overjoyed.
"I lost. Announce the winner," Lan An calmly told the organisers — turning to leave.
"Follow me — let's collect our winnings!" Wu San Niang excitedly dragged the Man-Chicken away.
"That works…?" The masked Giant Race woman and the entire arena were stunned — unable to process. Did oes the tiny black-cloaked man really fancy the so-called number one beauty of Giant Race?
"Ahem! Due to rule changes requested by the noble Giant Han Race — the champion of this round is Ju A Man!"
A manager announced loudly — making sure to drag Giant Han Race's name in. Any complaints? Take it up with them — nothing to do with us…
Who dared object? The crowd wept — if not for Han Wei's status, they'd accuse the arena of rigging bets…
"Keng! Side Quest 'Repay Gratitude' completed. Reward: 3 drops Warm Blood Liquid + 1 Treasure Summon!"
The System's voice rang in Lan An's ears. But he felt no joy.
Because from start to finish — the Eighth-Turn Giant Han protector's eyes had never left him…
Lan An knew clearly:
Conflict with one of Manhuang Realm's two ruling races…
Was about to begin…