Chapter 75: The Legendary Palm of Buddha?

“Wait a moment, Wolf, I forgot to tell you something. Do you want to hear it?” Chen Yufeng chuckled, thinking, Make me kneel to you? Impossible.

“Speak.”

“All right, I’ll say it then. The thing is... I love playing with dogs the most—especially lapdogs like you.”

“Hmph, you reckless fool. You’ve succeeded in angering me. Today, you are dead for sure. I’ll show you what terror really means, haha…”

Silver Wolf was furious. His hands curled into claws, ready to unleash his power, but suddenly he felt his energy surging chaotically inside, his meridians blocked, and his spiritual force stifled.

The direct result was that he couldn’t summon his spiritual energy to cast fireball or lightning spells, or any of his lethal techniques—he could only punch and kick, and even those were greatly slowed.

Silver Wolf had no idea why his luck had turned so sour. Nothing like this had ever happened before in the midst of battle.

It was as though he’d tied his own hands behind his back, leaving himself open for a beating—a fatal handicap.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that Chen Yufeng had spent ten points in the Divine Wheel Shop to redeem a Super Misfortune skill, which left Silver Wolf in his current wretched state.

Originally, Chen Yufeng had planned to transform into a Super Saiyan and beat him senseless, but remembering there were several others watching nearby, he refrained, fearing he might scare them to death.

So he opted for this more low-key approach.

The misfortune skill would only last ten minutes, so Chen Yufeng struck with lightning speed, launching a fierce assault.

Though Silver Wolf’s movements were usually strange and nimble, the misfortune skill drastically slowed his dodges, leaving him far outpaced by Chen Yufeng’s punches and kicks. For a moment, he was being utterly thrashed.

“Hey, little mutt, what’s wrong? Weren’t you acting all tough a moment ago? I let you land a few hits so you could feel good about yourself, and now you think you’re invincible?”

“Sigh, calling you a dog is an insult to dogs. Just look at you—so ugly it’s nauseating. No wonder you wear that dog-head mask and don’t dare show your face. Feeling upset? Come on, hit me if you can!”

Chen Yufeng taunted him recklessly, deliberately provoking Silver Wolf.

He’d seen in the skill’s description that when dealing with cultivators, verbal taunts could further enrage the target, making the misfortune effect even stronger.

The point of the misfortune skill was to render Silver Wolf powerless and utterly frustrated.

“You little insect, you’re courting death…”

Silver Wolf seethed—more frustrated than anything else.

In normal circumstances, his speed far surpassed Chen Yufeng’s; a few strikes would have been enough to finish him, and a single fireball or lightning spell could have killed him instantly.

But now, for reasons unknown, his body failed him at the critical moment. All his techniques were useless, and he could only suffer a humiliating beating from this “insect.”

“Boy, consider yourself lucky today. The next time we meet, I’ll make sure not a trace of you remains!”

After taking a beating for a while, Silver Wolf realized things were going badly for him. He grunted, threw a few feints, spat out a threat, and tried to make his escape.

He never imagined that the one he was supposed to crush would have him fleeing in disgrace…

“Wolf, where are you going? Trying to run? No rush—let me give you a special gift first.”

Of course, Chen Yufeng had no intention of letting him go. With a thought, he quickly spent thirty points in the Divine Wheel Shop to redeem the Wind Riding Technique for ten minutes, as well as the Buddha’s Palm.

“Huh?” Silver Wolf blinked in confusion—what trick was this insect playing now?

“Have you ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?” Chen Yufeng asked, a mocking smile on his face. Let’s see if my Buddha’s Palm can’t finish you.

“What? No—!”

Silver Wolf realized something was wrong and turned to flee.

At that moment, Chen Yufeng activated the Wind Riding Technique, leaping into the air as if by magic, soaring twenty or thirty meters above the ground. Then, suspending himself upside down, he shouted with commanding force:

“Bu-dd-ha’s Palm!”

He struck downward, and suddenly a massive palm appeared out of nowhere, carrying a divine might as it crashed toward the fleeing Silver Wolf like thunder.

Within the palm’s shadow, Silver Wolf seemed petrified with terror, his pupils shrinking as he stared in horror at the colossal hand plummeting from the sky.

He tried to dodge, but his speed was no match for the falling palm.

Boom—

With a deafening roar, the marble-tiled ground below was instantly imprinted with a palm mark the size of a basketball court, sending debris flying and a cloud of dust billowing…

At the center of the palm print, Silver Wolf was already in tatters, his body covered in blood, in a state too miserable to look upon—he could barely even rise to his feet.

“Bu… Buddha’s Palm… The legendary Buddha’s Palm?”

Silver Wolf was utterly horrified.

To his credit, his strength was formidable; even after taking such a devastating blow, he hadn’t lost his life. But now he was battered and broken, with none of his former kingly arrogance.

Watching Chen Yufeng land and approach, Silver Wolf’s eyes were filled with awe and dread. He never imagined this young man could wield the long-lost supreme technique, Buddha’s Palm!

“Sigh…”

Chen Yufeng shook his head and sighed.

“Wolf, your strength is pretty unimpressive—can’t take a hit at all. I only used ten percent of my power and you’re in this state. If I unleashed the other ninety-nine percent, wouldn’t you die a dozen times over?”

“Who… who are you? How do you know Buddha’s Palm?” Silver Wolf was truly afraid now, and with good reason—the previous strike had nearly cost him his life. Now, escape was impossible; his fate was in Chen Yufeng’s hands.

He could only submit.

“How do you like your gift? Does it please you?” Chen Yufeng squatted down, looking at him with mocking amusement.

“Who are you, really?” Silver Wolf stared at him as if facing the Grim Reaper. Though Chen Yufeng was smiling, to Silver Wolf, that smile was nothing less than eerie.

“It’s best you don’t know. I’m afraid just hearing my name would scare you half to death.” Chen Yufeng had no intention of telling him.

“You…” Silver Wolf clenched his teeth in hatred, wishing he could strike Chen Yufeng down, but lacking the strength, he could only lower his proud head in submission.

“Your might is unrivaled. I concede defeat.”

To save his life, he had no choice. Today was the most humiliating day of his life—he never thought he’d lose to such a young man.

“Take off your dog-head mask,” Chen Yufeng said casually.

Silver Wolf bristled with annoyance, but after a few seconds, he removed the wolf-head mask for the sake of survival.

Chen Yufeng saw before him the leering face of a middle-aged man, sharp-featured and sly—not a good person by any measure.

He quickly waved dismissively. “Damn, you look so sleazy. You’d better put it back on. At least you know yourself well enough—someone as ugly as you should keep that mask on to spare others.”

Seeing Chen Yufeng insulting him so brazenly, Silver Wolf was boiling with rage, but dared not let it show.

“Remember, don’t even think about taking revenge on me in any way. You’re no match for me. I’m someone you can’t afford to provoke. This is your one and only chance, understand?” Chen Yufeng warned him solemnly, then waved his hand.

“Get lost!”

Silver Wolf dared not say another word. Struggling to his feet, covered in dust and shame, he made his escape…