92: Chapter 92 Holy Light Crushing

Wang Sheng threw a punch.

"Power of Holy Light... Slash!"

His fist slammed into the giant boulder.

It did not strike the crack, but hit the most intact and solid part of the boulder... the very center, the core where the rock's hardness was at its peak.

The moment his fist touched the boulder, a golden radiance pierced through it.

It was as if a sun had risen from within the boulder; a golden pillar of light shot from his fist through to the back of the boulder. The three-meter-high rock wall was pierced through like a sheet of paper, and then...

"Boom...!!!"

The boulder exploded.

It did not just crack, nor did it shatter into a few pieces; it... disintegrated.

Golden light gushed out from the cracks like magma erupting from a volcano, and then the entire boulder seemed to be ignited from within by the sun.

Starting from the point where his fist made contact, cracks spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, weaving frantically across the stone surface like a spiderweb, and then...

It crumbled into dust, inch by inch.

The boulder turned into a sky full of rubble.

It looked like a shower of golden rain.

The rubble bounced across the plaza, striking the ground with a dense, rhythmic sound, like a torrential rain beating against iron armor.

The residual golden light flickered among the debris, like countless miniature stars extinguishing in the ruins.

The entire scene was dead silent.

This silence was not merely quiet; it was a void where everyone had been so stunned they forgot to breathe, as if time had frozen the moment the boulder shattered, and even the wind had forgotten to blow.

Chief Shi Ba's face, bathed in the golden light, looked like a frozen clay sculpture.

His lips parted slightly, his murky, earth-yellow eyes reflecting the light of the stone rain.

That light burned his retinas like a branding iron, and it also seared the pride of his Warrior Tier 6 status.

He had spent all his strength as a Warrior Tier 6 just to leave a crack on the boulder.

Wang Sheng, a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior, had pulverized the entire boulder with a single punch.

It was not brute force. Brute force could crack stone, but it could not pulverize it.

That was the Power of Holy Light, pure light.

Brute force is a crushing of power, but light... is the annihilation of power.

Power of Holy Light... truly is a power that transcends this world; it cannot be viewed with old ways of thinking.

Chief Shi Ba's stone-skinned fist clenched subconsciously; his grey-brown surface was as hard as rock, but he did not move.

Because he knew that if Wang Sheng's punch from just now were to land on him, his stone skin... would not be able to block it.

Just as brute force can leave a mark on iron, light can burn iron to ash.

Wang Sheng withdrew his fist.

The golden radiance slowly dissipated like a receding tide, leaving only a faint lingering warmth on his fist.

He turned around to face Chief Shi Ba.

The rubble crunched under his feet.

"You said that the brute force of a Warrior Tier 6 can crack a stone,"

His voice rang out like a bell, echoing across the silent plaza. It was not loud, but every word clearly hammered into the ears of everyone present.

"I, a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior,"

"With one punch,"

"Pulverized it."

Two words, like a heavy hammer, slammed into Chief Shi Ba's chest.

Chief Shi Ba's lips were trembling slightly. It was not fear; Barbarian Warriors do not feel fear,

It was a sensation of weightlessness he had never experienced before, as if the ground beneath his feet had suddenly vanished.

He had always been one of the most powerful beings in the Central Wasteland Region; brute force was his faith, and his fists were his law.

But at this moment, his faith had been shattered by a single punch, just like that boulder.

Mysterious and unknown power is what is truly terrifying.

Wang Sheng's gaze swept across the crowd.

The residual golden light flickered between his fingers, like a spark in the embers.

"I will state this one more time,"

His voice was not high, but every word carried the weight of a boulder at the bottom of the Lingxi River.

"The women of Guangming Village..."

"Are mine."

"Whoever dares to touch a single hair on their heads,"

He raised his fist.

The golden light flickered slightly on his fist, like a bolt of lightning in a thundercloud—brief, but enough to illuminate the entire sky.

"I will pulverize them."

The entire crowd erupted.

It was as if a giant boulder had fallen into a lake, stirring up not ripples, but waves. Wave after wave of discussion, exclamations, and gasps rose and fell across the plaza.

"A Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior pulverized a giant boulder with one punch—that was a stone that Chief Shi Ba, a Warrior Tier 6, could only crack!"

"Power of Holy Light, that is a power that has never appeared on the Savage Continent before..."

"The chieftain of Guangming Village is not to be trifled with."

The chieftains of the small tribes were filled with shock and awe; this young man from another world possessed power far exceeding that of a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior.

Those tribal representatives who had previously looked down on Guangming Village for "only having women" now looked at Wang Sheng with completely changed gazes, as if looking at a lion in sheep's clothing.

Chief Yan Lie stood up.

The moment the Warrior Tier 7 Flame Warrior stood up from his stone seat in the innermost circle, it was as if a volcano had awakened from its slumber.

He strode toward Wang Sheng, each step carrying the scorching pressure unique to a Flame Warrior. His short red hair stood up like flames, and heat waves surged from his body like magma.

"Good...! Exhilarating!"

The Flame Warrior's laughter was like erupting magma, so full of vigor that the entire plaza trembled slightly.

"A Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior pulverizing a giant boulder with one punch—I've lived for fifty years and this is the first time I've seen it."

He walked up to Wang Sheng and extended a large hand covered in flame patterns. The hand was like iron taken from a furnace—scorching, yet powerful.

"From today on, the Chiyan Tribe and Guangming Village are allies."

Chief Yan Lie gripped Wang Sheng's hand firmly, like a hammer striking an anvil. "Whoever touches you touches my Chiyan Tribe."

A system notification lit up in Wang Sheng's mind.

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Diplomatic Achievement Unlocked

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[Alliance]: Guangming Village × Chiyan Tribe

[Relationship]: Military Alliance

[Effects]: · Chiyan Tribe opens trade channels · Mutual intelligence sharing · Can request military support when facing external enemies

[Tribe Contribution Points]: + 300

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Chiyan Alliance, achieved.

Yan Wuyang was stamping her feet with excitement nearby, her long, fiery red braids swinging back and forth on her shoulders. Her amber eyes were full of undisguised excitement,

"I told you! How could someone who can kill a Tier 5 Savage Beast only have the strength of a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior? My father really didn't misjudge him."

Teng Ling also walked over.

The chieftain of the Green Vine Tribe walked up to Wang Sheng, her emerald eyes looking him up and down.

This time, her gaze was no longer one of calculating shrewdness, but held a hint of appreciation.

It was as if a vine, after climbing to the highest point, had finally seen a different kind of scenery.

"Chieftain of Guangming Village," her voice was like twining vines, carrying a hint of unusual seriousness amidst its languor. "You are very... interesting."

She stepped closer, her voluptuous figure under her vine-armor dress even more breathtaking at close range.

The green vines squirmed on her body as if they were alive, looking like living ribbons sliding across her slender physique.

The vine belt at her waist cinched her slender waist like a willow branch, and the vine armor on her chest was like a blooming flower, its full contours appearing like two mountains wrapped in green velvet at close range.

She had a faint, fresh plant scent about her, like a dense forest after spring rain—refreshing, yet carrying a hint of dangerous temptation.

"The Green Vine Tribe is willing to have 'in-depth exchanges' with Guangming Village..."

A meaningful smile curled the corners of her lips, the light in her emerald eyes like flames burning within jade. "In the future, you can come find me to talk... alone."

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly on the side, a flash of realization crossing the Heavenly Strategist's clever eyes.

This Teng Ling wasn't just engaging in diplomacy; she was probing. Like the tiniest tendril of a vine, she was searching for a point of attachment, and that point was named Wang Sheng.

Chief Shi Ba sat on his stone seat in the innermost circle, not saying a word.

His earth-yellow eyes stared at the pile of shattered boulder debris in the center of the plaza, as if staring at his own tombstone.

The Barbarian Warrior's fist slowly clenched and unclenched on his knee, the stone skin on his knuckles rubbing together to produce a faint, grinding sound, like rock grinding against rock.

He did not say any more threatening words, because those words had become a joke the moment the boulder shattered.