Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 53 - 055: The Spiritual Shock to Players

Chapter 53: 055: The Spiritual Shock to Players

Wu Yunhong was set free in an instant and immediately slapped the faces of the two mountain bandits who had untied her.

The two mountain bandits screamed and stumbled backward in panic, their skin almost ripped from their faces.

All the bandits guarding them yelled out in anger and glared at her.

However, seeing Jiang Dali’s face grow even colder, no one dared to move; they just angrily stared at Wu Yunhong.

"Heh, heh, heh, men? None of you are men in my eyes, you’re all cowards."

Wu Yunhong looked disdainfully at a group of bandits, their faces ashen, not daring to rush at her, her gaze fiercely fixed on Jiang Dali.

"In this room, only you are a real man!"

She stood barefoot on the cold, damp stone floor, eyes locked on Jiang Dali with a desire to challenge, "If I survive your full-strength palm strike, I want to continue to lead the Chongfeng Mountain Village, just like Feng Sihai."

Jiang Dali looked at Wu Yunhong evenly and stretched out his thick, long, not unattractive hand.

"You can talk if you can withstand it."

"Fine!"

Wu Yunhong’s eyes were fierce, and suddenly, like a large lynx, she burst forward, striking first for an advantage. Her fingers seemed to multiply, attacking Jiang Dali’s major chest acupoints; before actual contact, it was impossible to tell which acupoint she aimed for.

The terrifying sound of Qi Force exploded with a "bang bang bang," as if the air itself was being blasted into spiraling waves.

Wu Yunhong’s Finger Technique was even more ferocious than her subordinate, Blood Finger Ning Suan.

Jiang Dali, however, stood still, his expression unchanged. His body made a terrifying noise like popping beans. His muscles expanded abruptly like steel rubbing together, and his skin turned the color of green gold.

Clang clang!

All of Wu Yunhong’s attacks landed on Jiang Dali, yet his figure was as firm as a rock; his green-gold towering body appeared like a bronze door deity, causing Wu Yunhong’s fingers to go numb with painful grunts, her expression filled with disbelief.

"What kind of Cross Training technique is this?"

Wu Yunhong exclaimed and was about to retreat rapidly.

Boom! —

The floor of the Black Prison suddenly shook violently, as if collapsing and sinking under Jiang Dali’s feet.

Jiang Dali charged forward like a runaway wild horse.

A terrifying, beast-like, domineering momentum burst forth boldly.

With his arms encircled, he brought his palms together as if a child was bowing to Buddha; and an overwhelming palm force viciously lashed out.

In an instant, the Powerful Energy tore through the air, spiraling like ferocious waves crashing against the embankment, pressing toward a greatly altered Wu Yunhong.

The force was strong enough to shatter a large stone, and the momentum was even more terrifying, as if it could split stones and inscriptions.

"Ah! ——"

At this life or death moment, Wu Yunhong let out a piercing cry as all her potential was unleashed.

A powerful energy also burst forth from her body; with disheveled hair, she pushed out both palms in a "Borrowing Power" stance straight from her chest.

With a booming explosion,

Airwaves scattered in all directions, creating a sense like the earth caving in and mountains collapsing, and the shockwave sent all the bandits present changing color and retreating.

Wu Yunhong felt an immense pressure slam against her chest, stars flashing before her eyes, and blood spewing from her mouth as a Blood Arrow. She was launched into the air like a kite with a broken string, thrown backward.

Thump—

The Black Prison walls trembled greatly, and dust fell in showers.

Wu Yunhong’s body hit the ground like a broken sack, spitting out another mouthful of fresh blood, covered in dust, and immediately passing out.

For a moment.

The whole Black Prison was eerily silent.

An oppressive, heavy atmosphere filled with intimidation lingered long on Jiang Dali’s towering and dominant body.

Feng Sihai’s throat bobbed, his eyes seemingly frozen, unmoving. It took him a long while to carefully approach and check Wu Yunhong’s breathing before turning his head with a reverent expression to look at Jiang Dali.

"General Tribe Chief, she’s still alive, her breath faint, severely injured."

"Hm."

Jiang Dali nodded slightly. His gaze lingered on Wu Yunhong’s body for a moment, then turned to the prompt that appeared on the panel, revealing a contemplative look.

"She staked her life; she’s passed the test,"

Jiang Dali stated in a deep voice.

Feng Sihai breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards Wu Yunhong, thinking to himself that this woman must have a strong fate.

Had he been the one to receive that palm strike just now, he would likely have been dead on the spot. This thought sent a shiver through his body, and he became even more cautious in his heart.

"Take her out of the Black Prison and find a room to settle her in."

Jiang Dali ordered casually.

Immediately, several of the guards displayed looks of joy and malice, hurriedly moving forward to transport Wu Yunhong’s body. Some even drooled, seemingly unable to wait.

"You lot, get over here."

However, Jiang Dali turned his gaze to a few of the guards at this moment.

These men were suddenly struck with fear and hurried over.

"Chief, do you have any commands?"

"Hmm? Do you even still see me as your chief?"

Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed with a cold light, "I told you to roll over here, not to walk over on two legs!"

"Chief!"

The few mountain bandits were so scared their faces turned ashen, and they instantly knelt down.

Seeing this, the other bandits also fell silent, as if struck by a cold chill.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Jiang Dali said coldly.

The guarding bandits looked bewildered, confused in their expression.

One of them, trembling with fear, spoke, "Chief, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lusted after Wu Yunhong. I shouldn’t have been distracted while on guard duty."

Hearing this, the other few quickly followed suit, admitting their mistakes.

Jiang Dali nodded slightly, "It is not sad or shameful to be an ordinary person. But it is truly pathetic for an ordinary person to do something he should not."

"As guards of the Black Prison, you have been so negligent in your duties. Men of stature, yet looked down upon by a woman; in my eyes, you are nothing but trash!"

Whish whish whish—

He suddenly struck out with lightning speed.

With a boom, several loud bangs occurred in quick succession, sounding almost like a single blast.

The heads of the three bandits who had echoed the sentiment burst open, instantly dying on the spot.

A mist of blood dispersed, filling the entire Black Prison with a thick scent of blood so dense it seemed to enter one’s nostrils.

The first bandit to admit his mistake was splattered with blood, nearly scared stiff. He managed to suppress a terrified scream and kept kowtowing, begging for mercy.

Feng Sihai and others, including the players who arrived later, were stunned and turned pale with fright.

"You others, take this as a warning too. Especially those of you with heavy responsibilities—if you don’t fulfill your duties and instead refuse to make progress, you’d better hope I don’t find out."

Jiang Dali’s voice was indifferent as he looked at the kowtowing bandit, "You acknowledge your mistakes, so there is still hope for you—go work in the mines for half a year to atone."

"Thank you, chief, for your mercy! Thank you, chief!"

The bandit who narrowly survived burst into tears of gratitude, quickly crawling out of the Black Prison on his hands and knees.

Jiang Dali casually summoned two female players to carry Wu Yunhong away before finally turning to leave.

Many players looked at Jiang Dali’s retreating figure, their eyes gradually filling with complexity and awe.

Originally, many players just treated the Mixed Martial Arts World as a game.

They were carefree in their attitude towards the NPCs they interacted with.

Even Jiang Dali, an NPC they considered to have great potential and who received their support, was treated with only affection and expectation.

They looked forward to this NPC’s growth, wanting to witness it and, ideally, to grow alongside him.

But now, step by step, Jiang Dali’s personality, image, ambition, and methods were all continually altering their original perception of this NPC.

Especially the scenes they witnessed today had a strong psychological impact.

He was a character with a striking and distinctive personality.

He was powerful and resolute, ambitious and aspiring, but at the same time, he was ruthless and decisive. His demands on his subordinates were far from the laxity of ordinary mountain chiefs; they were extraordinarily stringent.

Some felt pressured by this and subconsciously resisted.

Others admired and respected him even more...

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