I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 767 - 290: Take a Gamble and Die Knowing Why (5k)_3

You can all come up as you please, let's play a game.

You hit me once, I hit you once.

If you take one strike from me and don't die, you may leave.

The grudge from before, we'll write it off at that.

From the looks of it, all of you seem to know what I'm talking about—good, that saves me the trouble of sorting it out.

Don't think of stalling for time. In half an hour, I'll be gone.

And then I'll toss this Domain into the Styx River."

The newly arrived Great Fox saw this Domain, then looked at the people from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, and grew anxious.

"There must be some kind of misunderstanding here..."

Wen Yan's face turned cold, gazing at the Great Fox.

"Still pretending to be some voice of reason now? Don't think I don't know what you're here for.

I couldn't care less. Die if you want, it's none of my concern.

But—coming to my home and kidnapping children? Everyone involved in that must die.

I've been holding back—a lot, actually.

Either, in half an hour, I'll throw this Domain into the Styx River.

Or, in these thirty minutes, those with knowledge, those involved, come forward yourselves and play this gambling game with me.

One strike, and it's settled.

By the way, I cultivate the Martial Path—I'm a Martial Artist of the Third Stage."

The first old Fox Demon stepped forward, striding toward the stairs at the side of the theater stage.

"Do you mean what you say?"

"I've asked the seniors of the Three Mountains and Five Ridges to bear witness. Of course I mean it."

"Very well."

"So, you were the one behind the child abduction at my house, weren't you?"

"Indeed. This old one merely wished to catch that bastard—there's no malice toward you."

The Old Fox strode onto the stage, the torrent of Yang Energy flooding this Domain making him deeply uncomfortable.

The weaker Fox Demons were close to breaking, almost forced to reveal their true forms.

If this keeps going, even if Wen Yan does nothing else, just trapping them in here is enough to cripple them all.

He didn't dare delay any longer; he could only follow the game rules.

Stepping onto the stage, the Old Fox felt his body slip out of his own control—a rule of the Domain.

Wen Yan flicked his finger; a drop of Yang Energy landed on the old man's body.

"You're first. I'll let you strike first—you should feel it too. These are the rules of the Domain. No one can disobey."

Wen Yan stood quietly where he was, watching the old man.

A ruthless glint flashed through the Old Fox's eyes. One of his hands transformed into a half-meter long claw, surging with power. He leaped up, slamming down hard at Wen Yan's skull.

Wen Yan did not flinch. The instant that claw fell, the Explosive Great Sun—blessed onto him before the round began—erupted.

The torrent of Yang Energy echoed with the environment here, like a blazing great sun, blossoming on the stage.

The Old Fox Demon's claw plunged into the Yang Energy, as if falling into water—constantly weakened, relentlessly slowed.

When his strength was exhausted, he'd yet to even touch Wen Yan.

With the strike ended, the Old Fox Demon felt his body bound tight, frozen in place. He knew then—he was done for.

He had gravely underestimated Wen Yan. He knew Wen Yan's Yang Energy was strong, but no matter how strong, flesh and blood can't just withstand his full-force blow.

Now he knew—he'd been wrong. Very, very wrong.

Wen Yan was indeed a Third Stage Martial Artist, but the battle strength a Martial Artist can unleash—it's not necessarily tied to the Martial Path stage.

The Old Fox Demon stood there, while a crowd of Fox Demons watched from below the stage.

Then they saw Wen Yan lift up the Chunjun Mace. In that instant, countless runes lit up on the mace—as if forced bright, turning into falling meteors, all crashing down into the Chunjun Mace in unison.

In a flash, Wen Yan stood with uplifted hand, as though hoisting an unbearably dazzling sun.

Wen Yan extended a single finger.

"One strike—if you survive, our grudge is settled.

If you die, then we continue."

He held aloft a blazing sun nearly two meters across with his right hand. All of him was dyed gold; the searing Yang Energy surged in wave after wave, radiating toward Zhou Wei.

The Yang Energy from his body began to resonate with the Domain's own.

Off in the distance, the Fourth Great-uncle Master watched Wen Yan on stage, his eyes tinged with excitement.

"Palm-Held Great Sun—the Chunjun Mace is fully activated."

This weapon—apart from the Scorching Sun, no one has ever unleashed its true power.

The Yang Energy required is simply too vast. Forget fully activating it—most can't even trigger a reaction.

With full activation, the Chunjun Mace is like a sun held in the palm; under such surging Yang Energy, any secret technique is rendered useless.

Too close, too deeply affected—and no Daoist Skill can be performed at all.

This was the origin of "one force breaks ten thousand techniques" back in the day, and part of why Martial Artists began rising in the world.

For people are born with Yang Energy. Martial Artists cultivate body and foster Yang Energy.

Once someone set the example, geniuses naturally attempted paths untraveled, hoping for a glimpse forward.

Now, if one is like the Tuoba Martial God—his Yang Energy vast over dozens of kilometers—just with Yang Energy alone, he could accomplish so much more.

On the stage, the Old Fox Demon's eyes trembled, his face beginning to twist under the massive Yang Energy, morphing into the visage of a White Fox.

He wanted to speak, but the Domain's rules stopped him—he couldn't say a word.

The great sun in Wen Yan's palm came crashing down.

"Old fool, I'll make sure you understand why you die. This strike is because of that word 'bastard'—to insult my family in front of me, where did you find that kind of nerve!"

The great sun descended, engulfing the Old Fox Demon entirely within.

Violent golden shockwaves crashed out in waves, radiating in all directions.

The entire Domain quivered faintly.

Beneath the golden shockwaves, the Fox Demons outside the stage—even if this wasn't aimed at them—were forced one after another back into their true forms, wailing.

The blinding golden light slowly faded, the golden shockwaves calming as well.

Half the stage was blasted down entirely. If Wen Yan hadn't infused the Domain in advance with his Yang Energy...

Otherwise, this one strike could have blown the whole Domain apart.

After the attack ended, the ruined parts rapidly restored, as if time flowed in reverse.

But as for the Old Fox Demon—not even his staff remained.

Wen Yan slung the Chunjun Mace back across his back, eyes sweeping below.

"He couldn't withstand it. Looks like he lost the bet."

Come on, get in line. One after another.

Gave you your chance, but you refused.

So this is how it'll be. If anyone survives my strike, that's the end of it.

Hurry up, don't waste time. Only half an hour remains."