Chapter 212: The Annihilation Fist

On the arena, Su Che acquired another divine skill during the battle—his third one.
The Annihilation Fist.
This time, it was not a supportive special skill but a true offensive technique capable of shattering space and destroying everything. It finally addressed his previous weakness of insufficient offense.
Jin Chong stepped back from the edge of the arena to the center, looking at the slightly out of breath Su Che with a mocking tone, “Do you still have the strength to use such a fist?”
“Strength?”
Su Che replied calmly, “Do you think this fist relies on my physical strength?”
This wasn’t just an ordinary fight; there was no such thing as consuming physical strength. Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage and above relied on their own vital energy in battle.
But Jin Chong believed that the power of the Annihilation Fist carried an ancient and eerie aura—it could never be created by vital energy alone.
Nothing in the world can appear out of thin air. Where could Su Che get the internal energy to sustain such a divine skill?
Only Su Che knew that the Annihilation Fist consumed his own life force.
Using life force to unleash divine skills had one drawback: it led to death easily.
If a person ran out of vital energy, it wasn’t a problem—resting and cultivating could allow them to regenerate new vital energy. But if they exhausted all their life force, the only outcome was bodily destruction and death.
Thus, the use of the Annihilation Fist was also limited.
The countless punches he had thrown earlier had consumed the mysterious blood in his heart chamber. From now on, it would be his own life force that was used.
This meant Su Che could no longer deliver endless rapid punches like before—thousands of punches in a row.
If he tried to throw another few thousand punches, he would surely exhaust his life force and turn into a corpse.
So, if those thousands of punches hadn’t even defeated Jin Chong, how could he defeat her now?
No problem!
Su Che was confident. Those thousands of punches earlier were just practice, exploration, a process of getting familiar with the skill. The real Annihilation Fist had yet to be fully unleashed against her!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish…
Jin Chong suddenly moved swiftly, creating hundreds of illusions on the arena—almost like hundreds of clones. Each clone had a golden sword floating above its head.
It was impossible to tell which one was the real her, or whether these clones were illusions, or if they were all manifestations of her Tianxu Sword Qi.

The Sword of the Empty Heavens – reality and illusion intertwined. Aside from her own self, only the heavens could discern the difference.
Whoa!
Hundreds of clones vanished simultaneously, yet hundreds of golden flying swords shot toward Su Che at once.
How many of those swords were real and how many fake? Who could tell?
There was no need to distinguish – just one punch!
Su Che stepped back and delivered a punch.
Boom!
A black hole instantly formed a dozen feet in front of him. All those golden swords, originally aimed at Su Che, were drawn into that spatial black hole.
In an instant, the golden light disappeared, and the black hole vanished as well.
Turning the impossible into possible – that is true mastery. That black hole wasn’t a real spatial black hole; at most, it was a spatial rift. Its suction power wasn’t strong, but it could nullify and destroy all of the opponent’s attacks.
“Great!”
On the stands, even the usually calm and composed Venerable Mysterious Secrets was excitedly cheering. Only a cultivator of his high level could truly understand the subtleties of Su Che’s punch.
On the other side, Venerable Heavenly Sword, who had been secretly proud moments earlier, now looked grave, worried for his disciple.
Because on the arena, when Jin Chong’s true form reappeared, the golden pupils in his eyes had clearly dimmed significantly.
The Sword of the Empty Heavens was hard to fathom, making it hard to defend against, but it also had a fatal weakness: endless illusionary swords, but only a limited number of real ones.
The hundred golden swords earlier consisted of ninety illusionary swords and ten real ones. Their roles were distinct: the illusionary swords were used to control the enemy, while the real ones were used to kill them.
Illusionary swords could be used endlessly, but losing even one real sword would be a significant loss for Jin Chong.
Normally, after hitting an enemy, the real swords would return to Jin Chong’s body for the next attack. Yet Su Che used just one punch to send all the illusionary and real swords into the spatial rift, rendering them unrecoverable.
Only Jin Chong himself knew how many real swords he still had left. If they were all used up, he would be like a tiger without claws, completely losing his offensive power.
As for Su Che, after that punch, he appeared thinner, with deeper-set eyes.
That single punch had cost him a lot of energy; he wasn’t completely unharmed either.
“Dare you come again?” Su Che asked with a faint smile.
As he spoke, he put a pill in his mouth – naturally, a spiritual pill to replenish his energy.

In the mundane world, there are many common medicines to replenish qi and blood. In the realm of cultivation, such elixirs are even more effective. Coupled with the activation of two mystical energies, their effects take effect rapidly, causing Su Che’s life force system to operate at high speed and continuously generating new qi and blood.

Seeing Su Che’s complexion recover quickly, Jin Chong’s expression changed as he asked in surprise, “Is all you’ve used is the power of qi and blood?”

“That’s right.”

Su Che stepped forward, and the ground beneath his foot made a crisp cracking sound, as if he had shattered a patch of space, creating cracks and gusts of wind that tore through the air.

“As long as there’s qi and blood, my Destruction Fist will continue to function…”

Boom!

He threw a punch, proving with reality that as long as there’s qi and blood, destruction never stops!

Just as Jin Chong tried to transform into another form to dodge the punch, fear appeared in his golden eyes. This punch was completely different from all the previous ones—not only was it far more powerful, but it also arrived in an instant, leaving no chance to evade.

Moreover, the punch came from behind him…

Bang!

Although Jin Chong was facing Su Che, he was struck in the back and flew toward him, as if willingly offering himself up to take Su Che’s second strike.

Bang!

In mid-air, Jin Chong tried to transform and move to another location, but he was struck in the back again and flew even faster toward Su Che.

The Destruction Fist was a divine technique, not just an ordinary punching style. It didn’t mean that the punch’s power would only manifest where it was thrown head-on. Su Che was already in the later stage of the Foundation Establishment phase, with his spiritual awareness covering a radius of 120 zhang. Within this range, he could make the punch’s power appear wherever he desired, without being restricted by direction or position.

After taking two consecutive punches, Jin Chong in mid-air was already bleeding from the nose and mouth, his breathing chaotic, and his vital energy in turmoil. He was too exhausted to use the Sky-Empty Sword and could only rely on his own defenses to withstand Su Che’s attacks.

Prison of Demons!

Su Che suddenly unleashed the Prison of Demons technique. Although he knew she would manage to break free, it was enough to trap her for just a brief moment.

Whoosh!

A prison shaped like the character “Prison” immediately formed, locking Jin Chong in mid-air.

Destruction!

Before she could break free from the prison, Su Che rushed upward and, at close range, punched her in the chest and abdomen.

Considering that she might be a woman, Su Che avoided hitting her chest and instead targeted the area between the chest and abdomen.

Boom!

The prison cell was shattered by Su Che’s Devastating Fist. Jin Chong let out a groan as her protective energy dissipated; Su Che’s ferocious punch had broken dozens of bones in her body, leaving her completely limp.
This was retribution for what she had done before—she had broken Su Che’s sternum twice in a row, and now it was her turn to experience such pain.
Although cultivators didn’t care much about bone fractures, especially Golden Core cultivators who could recover even if their bones were shattered into dust within a month thanks to their own vital energy, having dozens of bones broken still had a significant impact during intense battles.
But for Jin Chong at this moment, whether it had an impact no longer mattered—her life was in Su Che’s hands.
His withered, yellowish hands like claws gripped Jin Chong’s neck; with just a little force, he could snap her head off.
Looking at Su Che, his face was gaunt and his skin grayish, resembling that of a person who had lost too much blood. The three consecutive punches he had thrown had consumed most of his vital energy. For an ordinary person, that would surely be fatal.
Only by sparing no effort could he defeat Jin Chong so quickly. Otherwise, if her Sky Void Sword Art reached its peak, it would turn into a grueling battle of attrition, making it hard to tell whether her sword energy or Su Che’s vital energy would prevail.
Su Che didn’t immediately take any pills to replenish his vital energy. He remained pale as a dead man, tightly gripping Jin Chong’s neck, as if ready to end her life at any moment.
On the stands, the Supreme Sword Master was extremely anxious and shouted, “Elder Master, why haven’t you called for a stop?”
There was no doubt that Jin Chong had lost. The five Yuan Ying ancestors should have called for a stop to prevent Su Che from doing something irreversible…
“Su Che isn’t a cruel man. You can rest assured, Supreme Sword Master,” the Supreme Master replied telepathically.
Although Jin Chong had reached the Golden Core stage, with her vital points in her neck under her opponent’s control, she lost all ability to resist. The nerves and meridians below her head were temporarily severed, leaving her unable to exert any strength or control her Golden Core.
She couldn’t even speak, only staring blankly at Su Che.
“I’ll ask you again—how is my name, ‘Devastation,’ doing?”
At this moment, Su Che’s face showed a smile, like that of a vicious demon—extremely evil and terrifying. Realizing she couldn’t speak, he said, “If you like it, blink.”

Jin Chong stared at him blankly, lost in thought, not blinking for a good while. Perhaps she would rather die than yield.
“Enough!”
Su Che shook his head. “Even if you don’t say it, I know it’s really not good.”
Then, Su Che dragged Jin Chong to the edge of the arena and threw her out.
In match ninety-six, Jin Chong lost by falling outside the arena!
Once outside the arena, Jin Chong regained all her abilities. Despite having dozens of broken bones, she could still hover in the air and didn’t forget to express her opinion: “It was terrible!”
After saying that, she flew to the stands and began treating her injuries as if no one else was around, ignoring the stares of those around her.
So what if she lost? Tianjian Jin Chong never cared what others thought.