Luckily, Xiao Lin, the eldest son of the Xiao family, has been surrounded by countless rare treasures since childhood. While not as powerful as those Black Barbarians who can only cultivate their physical bodies, he reached the threshold of cultivating the Vajra Glazed Body at a very early age.
Although the power of the Vajra Glazed Body's Heavenly Rank fighting technique is far beyond the control of a mere Dou Spirit, and Xiao Lin's current golden giant form is far from the Vajra Glazed Body's true form, temporarily exerting half of its power is enough to suppress Tu Ku's brute force.
Xiao Lin, transformed into a golden giant, felt his entire body brimming with power. His blood raced, and Dou Qi surged from his Dantian, causing even his meridians to swell. Deep cracks appeared within the sea urchin-shaped Dou Qi crystal within, a crystallization of the purest Dou Qi, endowed with nine spikes and representing the pinnacle of a Nine-Star Dou Ling. The aura of a Dou King faintly emerged from it, hinting at a breakthrough before the battle, though he himself was completely unaware of it.
Tu Ku, extremely sensitive to auras, immediately noticed Xiao Lin's abnormality. He ducked low, stomped his feet, and like a nimble monkey, he instantly rushed in front of Xiao Lin, ready to strike first.
"Just in case you wouldn't come! Fire Blow Palm!"
Enhanced by his Vajra Glazed Body, a surge of fire-attributed Dou Qi, ten times greater than usual, erupted, transforming into a torrent of energy that threatened to send the monkey-like Tu Ku flying backwards.
Tuku instinctively dug his large, stinking feet into the ground, trying to steady himself. He leaned forward with all his might to avoid being sent flying into the air, where he would be helpless and vulnerable. This played exactly into Xiao Lin's hands.
"Idiot!"
Xiao Lin sneered, and the surging Dou Qi in his palms suddenly receded, transforming it into a vortex. An invisible suction force instantly enveloped Tuku, who was struggling forward.
"Sucking Palm!"
The sudden change of tactics caused Tuku's own strength to combine with Xiao Lin's suction palm, causing him to lose his balance. His feet left the ground, and Xiao Lin instantly sucked him through the air!
You have to know that the Black Barbarians don't practice Dou Qi; everything relies on their brute strength!
Unlike those Dou Qi masters who could use Dou Qi to maintain their fighting power in mid-air, the Black Barbarians, once their feet left the ground and without a base to draw upon, were helpless in mid-air. Furthermore, at the end of that suction force stood Xiao Lin, his eyes blazing and his steel teeth nearly clenched with rage!
The golden giant Xiao Lin transformed into met the flying black monkey with a single punch. His massive golden fist, nearly half the size of Tuku, carried an unparalleled surge of wind. Like a sledgehammer pounding a rat, it slammed directly into Tuku's chest!
"Gah! That's it... Ugh!!!"
Feeling the force of Xiao Lin's punch, Tuku, who had been resisting it, suddenly felt a sudden jolt as he retracted his fist. Then, a thunderous roar like the beating of a drum erupted from within him. This was the explosive force Xiao Lin had refined from the Eight Extremes Collapsing Dark Force! This attack, coming from both inside and out, distorted his ugly, filthy face. Before he could react, another punch landed. Xiao Lin, now in the upper hand, launched a relentless barrage of attacks.
Punch! Sucking palm! Punch! Sucking palm! Punch! Sucking palm!
Want a close-quarters fight? Blowing Fire Palm!! Get up! Punch! Sucking palm!…
Tu Ku, completely unable to leverage the force to resist, was like a black rat tied to a bungee cord, the other end of the cord bound to the terrifying fist of the golden giant. His small frame swayed in the torrential downpour of the massive fist, with no chance of landing or fighting back.
Xiao Lin, especially, was already harboring murderous intent. His punches were as powerful as a barrage of heavy artillery fire. Each punch that landed on Tuku left a trail of collapsing force. Under this torrential onslaught, the force grew stronger and stronger, the collapsing force intensifying with each blow, its power inexhaustible, seemingly endless!
"What kind of punch is this?!!"
Tuku withstood thirteen consecutive punches, but was ultimately blasted away by the cumulative explosion. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he stared in disbelief at the golden giant staring down at him.
"Black man, this punch is a reflection of my father's fighting technique, the Eight Extremes Collapse, capable of reaching the Earth rank! The punch designed to kill you is called—Beng Quan!!"
Xiao Lin felt a pang of regret. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to kill him with one blow, but the Collapsing Fist consumed too much Dou Qi, and the Vajra Glazed Body was also a heavy Dou Qi consumer. Therefore, he could only manage thirteen punches. However, against the once unpredictable Tuku, he had now proven his true strength—fifteen! With just the fifteenth punch, Xiao Lin could blast that damned black man to pieces!
Xiao Xun'er, watching from the stands, finally smiled with satisfaction. Cai Lin, standing beside her, congratulated him, "This little fellow hasn't disappointed me. With a few subtle adjustments to his Collapse Fist, he could become a perfect weapon for clashing with his Dharmakaya. As long as his spiritual energy is constantly flowing, its power will only increase. He's already on the path to a quasi-unparalleled magical power. With this level of cultivation, he's already created the rudiments of a quasi-unparalleled magical power. Even the young demons of the Thousand Worlds would be in awe. If he could seize that black barbarian's plane spirit, he'd become a Heavenly Supreme in his teens. His future... is limitless!"
Although Xiao Xun'er disliked boasting, hearing the always arrogant Cai Lin offer such praise, especially for her most precious son, Xiao Lin, she kept quiet, but her heart was filled with joy.
"Ahem, that's right. Tuku's hands and feet are itching like hell. They're going to need a soak of your blood, your mother Xiao Xun'er's milk, and your pussy juice for three days and three nights to stop the itching..."
"You're looking for death!!!! "
Xiao Lin no longer cared to listen to his stubborn, foul language and charged directly at him. His self-created Collapse Fist didn't require continuous delivery. Each strike would inflict a layer of collapsing force on Tuku's body. If he hit him fifteen times, the cumulative force would be enough to kill him, completely defeating the short, dark brute who had inflicted nightmares on him!
Of course, for a ferocious and cunning martial arts master like Tuku, he had also prepared a countermeasure for him to easily dodge his punch. His forward foot would then become the fulcrum, and with that as the axis, combined with the powerful rotational force of his waist, he would withdraw his fist and kick, delivering a high, whip-like kick that struck Tuku's neck from above, perhaps sending the despicable black man to the brink of death!
As expected, almost the moment Xiao Lin advanced to punch, Tuku's body showed signs of evasion.
Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Lin's face flashed with fierceness and determination. As he neared Tuku, he suddenly changed his tactics. His entire dragon-like back transformed into a spear, and his right leg rose high like a scorpion's tail. With the force of a swift counterattack, his toe, like a stinging needle, fiercely "stung" Tuku's neck! Although Xiao Lin's "Bengquan" was called a fist, it wasn't just a fist. Every part of his body could unleash its power, and his kicks were even more powerful!
This subtle confrontation seemed complex and tense, but it happened in a split second, a matter of life and death!
"Clang~~~"