Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1141 The Power of a Single Punch

Everyone in the camp fell silent.

All of them combined, at most, number less than 20,000.

The White Frost Clan's three thousand warriors, along with their remnants and hunting party, even including those in undead armor, amounted to just over one hundred thousand.

With 100,000 against 300,000, how can this battle be fought?

Those black armors still stood silently outside the camp.

They didn't move, didn't retreat, and didn't even change their posture.

They seemed not to have heard the scouts' report, or perhaps they simply didn't care.

Zhang Yuan stepped out of the tent, crossed the simple wooden fence of the camp, and entered the black military formation.

He walked to the front of the army formation, stood still, and looked at the approaching purplish-black demonic energy line in the distance.

The demonic energy lines piled up higher and higher on the horizon, like a moving wall.

He saw those monsters.

The Ironhide Rhinoceros is in the front row, the Ironback Lizard is in the middle, the Gray-Maned Demon Wolf is on both flanks, and the Purple-Eyed Demon Ape is providing support from the rear.

This is an organized and well-structured army.

They are not a mob.

Zhang Yuan did not turn around.

He simply held the Zhenyue Token and said softly, "Form ranks."

"boom--"

One hundred thousand black armored figures moved simultaneously.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they were one person.

The front row crouched down, shields raised, and long swords rested on the rims of the shields.

The middle row knelt, their spears thrusting diagonally out from the gaps in the shields.

Standing in the back row, the archer nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring taut.

The entire troop change was completed in a few breaths, without a single command or shout.

The battle patterns flowing across the armor lit up simultaneously.

Those lit patterns flowed across the ground like a river of lights!

The patterns intertwined silently, connecting the 100,000 suits of armor into a single whole!

What a scene this is!

A deep humming sound rose from the center of the army formation, as if something enormous was awakening.

In the distance, the vanguard of the monster horde had already come into view.

The footsteps of the Ironhide Rhinoceros sounded like muffled thunder, and the howls of the Gray-Maned Demon Wolf echoed in the wind.

The ground was shaking.

One by one, the human warriors gripped their weapons tightly.

Zhang Yuan stood at the very front of the army formation, without drawing his sword.

He looked at the Iron-Spine Bull charging at the very front.

With its head lowered, its two horns like two battering rams were crushing towards this side with immense force, its hooves thundering.

Three hundred feet away.

Two hundred feet.

One hundred zhang.

Zhang Yuan still did not draw his sword.

He simply raised his right hand and then gently pressed it down.

"Wedge formation. Roll through."

One hundred thousand suits of armor moved simultaneously.

It's not defense, it's not offense.

Charge!

The heavily armored infantry at the front laid their shields flat, braced their shoulders against the backs of the shields, leaned forward, and began to run.

Their iron boots pounded on the wasteland, the sound of their footsteps creating a deep, rumbling sound.

The second row of spearmen followed closely behind, their spears held flat, the tips pointing towards the chests of the monster horde.

The archers in the third rank released their arrows as they ran, the arrows flying over the heads of the infantry in front and landing precisely in the densest part of the monster horde.

The charge of 100,000 men was carried out without a single shout or roar.

The only sounds were the booming of footsteps and the clanging of armor.

But the roar was like the earth's howl, drowning out all the howls of the monster horde.

Zhang Yuanchong was at the very tip of the arrowhead formation.

His sword was finally drawn—

"Clang—" Before anyone could see his movements clearly, he had already appeared in front of the Iron-Spine Bull that was charging at the front.

That raging bull was three zhang long and weighed over 20,000 jin; its charge was powerful enough to crush a small mountain.

It lowered its head, pointed its two massive horns, like battering rams, at Zhang Yuan, and charged forward with the force to crush everything in its path, sending stones flying everywhere.

Zhang Yuan neither dodged, nor parried, nor swung his sword.

He stretched out his left hand and placed it on the bull's forehead.

Then he gently pressed his wrist down.

"boom!!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

The 20,000-pound Iron-Spine Bull, like a shooting star pinned down by a nail, had its forward momentum completely halted in an instant.

Its four hooves plowed four deep furrows in the ground, and its massive body was thrown upwards by inertia before crashing heavily to the ground.

Its head had been pressed into the ground.

The distance from the forehead to the ground, which was originally at least three feet, is now zero.

The entire bull's head was forcefully pressed into the soil by an extremely pure force.

The skull was fractured radially, and black blood and brain matter gushed out from the cracks.

The cow's body stiffened for a moment, its limbs twitched a few times, and then it remained completely still.

The largest and most dominant leader at the very front died just like that.

No one even saw how Zhang Yuan pressed it down.

The momentum of the surrounding monster army's charge faltered for a moment.

Those low-intelligence iron-skinned rhinoceroses and gray-maned wolves probably couldn't understand what was happening.

But the purple-eyed demonic apes at the rear could understand it.

For the first time, something resembling fear appeared in their pupils.

Zhang Yuan withdrew his left hand, glanced down, and saw a few drops of black blood on his palm.

He shook his hand.

Then his gaze passed over the huge cow carcass and looked at the horde of monsters that was still surging forward.

He did not draw his sword.

He took a step forward.

It's just one step.

When he took that step, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and the ground within a radius of ten feet sank more than a foot downwards from the point where he landed.

A visible shockwave spread outwards, sending pebbles and grass clippings flying into the air.

Then he clenched his right fist and, facing forward, delivered a punch from a distance to the surging torrent of demonic beasts.

"boom--"

The punch didn't land on anyone.

He simply threw a punch in that direction.

The force of the fist burst forth, condensing into a near-tangible shockwave in the air, like an invisible giant hammer, slamming into the densest area of ​​the monster horde.

The power of a single punch.

"boom--!!"

Centered on the point where the fist struck, the horde of demonic beasts within a radius of several dozen feet were as if they had been struck head-on by an invisible wall, and were sent flying backward.

The thick armor of the iron-skinned rhinoceros was as fragile as paper in the face of this punch!

The ironback lizard's bony plates shattered inch by inch!

The gray-maned wolf's body was shattered into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Wherever the fist passed, an arc-shaped indentation appeared on the ground, several feet wide and more than ten feet deep, as if an invisible giant plow had plowed the ground.

All the magical beasts in that area are dead.

There was no injury, no struggle.

In the instant the force of the punch penetrated, their internal organs shattered, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they died on the spot.

With a single punch, at least a thousand demonic beasts died.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

It's not just quiet in terms of sound.

In the distance, the roars of monsters and the thunderous footsteps of the undead army could still be heard.

But in that instant, everyone who witnessed that punch, both humans and magical beasts, experienced a brief mental blank. (End of Chapter)