Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 887 - 240: The First Wave of Sensation! Muscle Collides with Muscle! _2

Boom!!!

The heavy thud caused nearly everyone present who witnessed the scene to involuntarily feel a phantom pain in their abdomen. They looked at Fan Wu with a hint of pity in their eyes.

Even if one were made of iron, enduring such a punch would likely knock them to the ground, right? What more for someone with a flesh and blood body?

Yet, contrary to everyone’s expectations, Fan Wu did not fall from that punch.

He still stood firmly in that same spot.

He didn’t even take a step back!

"Hiss!!!" Suddenly, the onlookers heard a sharp intake of breath. Then they realized that the person who made that sound was not the one who had received the punch, but Yan Dahu, the one who had thrown the punch! Yan Dahu hastily took a step back, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at Fan Wu.

Yan Dahu was completely shocked as he felt a fiery pain in his fist, the skin, flesh, and bones on his fist were all acutely painful. What shocked him even more was that Fan Wu hadn’t moved at all, he hadn’t even tried to block, so why was he feeling such pain?

Yan Dahu had always been very confident in his strength; even without using the mana within his body, he could send someone flying with one punch. Even if that person weighed over 200 pounds, he could still send them flying with a single blow.

But now... he couldn’t even make Fan Wu take a step back, let alone send him flying. How astonishing was that? How could he not believe it?!

However, amidst the shock, the excitement and agitation on his face grew even more intense, "Good! Since Brother Fan Wu’s body is so astonishing, then... I won’t restrain myself. I’m not afraid to hurt you."

"And since this is a spar, Brother Fan Wu, you don’t have to stay immobile. You can counterattack too. If I, Yan Dahu, cannot defeat you within ten moves, then it means you are formidable! That previous move counts too, which means I’m left with only nine moves."

After these words, Yan Dahu took a step forward again, his mouth emitting a roar like that of a wild beast.

His burly arms spread to both sides, and then with a double punch that went straight to Fan Wu’s temples, he smashed it fiercely! When he said he wouldn’t hold back, he truly meant it, aiming such a lethal blow right off the bat.

Boom!!!

Both fists made intimate contact with the temples on both sides of Fan Wu’s head, the shock of the impact even causing Fan Wu’s black hair to flutter, and his facial skin visibly trembled.

"Mother! This Yan Dahu... he’s not trying to kill someone, is he!" exclaimed a civilian from the Shangwu Dynasty within the crowd, "With those two punches, he could probably shatter a stone, and he specifically targeted the temples of that foreigner... Tsk tsk tsk, with that move, if the foreigner doesn’t die, he’ll probably end up brain-damaged for life."

"Damn it, is this really called sparring? Isn’t this plainly killing?" murmured someone nearby, "These two crazy brothers are really not ordinarily arrogant. Killing someone in broad daylight, they clearly don’t have any respect for the government."

"Heh heh... If those two brothers cared about the government, they wouldn’t be here. And unless the navy at the port makes a move, just with those government officials and a bunch of useless helpers they recruit, how can they capture these two brothers?"

"Pitiful, oh pitiful, to spar with Yan Dahu, that brute, isn’t that seeking death? I remember a while ago, someone wanted to spar with him, and that person is still lying in the clinic."

"Huh? You guys... look at Yan Dahu’s hands, his fingers... what happened?!"

Suddenly, a voice captured many people’s attention. The crowd, driven by curiosity, shifted their gaze onto Yan Dahu’s fists. Then followed a series of gasps, seeing what had become of his fists, every one of them wore an expression of incredulity.

"Whew...hiss, so painful..." Yan Dahu, looking at Fan Wu’s gaze, was no longer just in disbelief, but was tinged with an unprecedented seriousness and caution. He looked down at his fists’ fingers and discovered the pinkies on both fists and one ring finger were grotesquely twisted out of joint.

That kind of pain... even he couldn’t help but cry out, since the pain connected directly to the heart was not something to be casually endured.

What puzzled him even more was that Fan Wu’s eyes remained as clear as ever, obviously, those two punches landing on Fan Wu’s temples had not caused any harm.

Instead, it was his fists... that were injured by the rebound force, giving the feeling... as if he had really hit a piece of extremely hard steel!

Yan Dahu clicked his fingers a few times, resetting the dislocated fingers, his eyes squinting while he continuously evaluated Fan Wu’s body.

Trying... to find any weakness or flaw within this corporeal form harder than ordinary steel.