The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 488 Don’t Underestimate Me

Ancient battlefield of the Dry Bone Realm. Watching Shangguan Heng and his companions leave, Pan Chengfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If they were here, he would have been hesitant and unable to move freely.

Now that he and the Demon Lord were the only ones left, Pan Chengfeng could use all his best skills without reservation. (The people from Guiyi Sect and Qingyun Sect had already run away.)

Pan Chengfeng turned around and looked at the Demon Lord, bowed slightly and said: "Senior, you are trustworthy. I admire you."

The Demon Lord laughed and said, "They are just a few little ants. I am only interested in you now. Tell me yourself, or should I pull out your soul and ask you?"

Since he was willing to talk nonsense, Pan Chengfeng naturally would not refuse, and said with a smile: "Senior, why are you so interested in my unique skills? They are just some small tricks, I am afraid you will not look down on them."

The Demon Lord put away his smile and said calmly: "I naturally look down upon your other unique skills, especially your magic. It is a joke to our Saint Clan."

"It's just that the 'unique skill' you just used is very similar to the innate magical power of our Saint Clan. I just want to confirm it."

Pan Chengfeng laughed and said, "I see, that's how it is. It's not really a secret that cannot be told to anyone."

The Demon Lord pricked up his ears, and heard Pan Chengfeng say nonsense: "Several decades ago, our human race captured a demon king. In order to survive, he taught us all the spells and magical powers he knew. I learned this unique skill from the human race's scripture library."

The demon king was furious, but he suppressed his anger and said calmly, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Pan Chengfeng said innocently: "That's it. If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it~"

Hehehe, the Demon Lord started laughing again, slowly walked towards Pan Chengfeng, and said with a strange smile: "It seems that I still have to extract your soul and test it slowly."

Pan Chengfeng sneered and said, "I advise you not to underestimate me!"

The Demon Lord laughed strangely and said, "I never underestimate my opponents, but you are not worthy of being my opponent!" The Demon Lord slowly raised one hand: "Curse Killing Soul Stealing Technique!"

When the Demon Lord raised his hand, Pan Chengfeng had already formed a seal, and the speed was almost the same as instant casting. When the spell was completed, Pan Chengfeng's eyes flashed with lightning: "Thunder!"

After a few flashes of lightning, Pan Chengfeng appeared behind the Demon Lord, surrounded by white gas, and punched the Demon Lord in the back!

With a bang, the punch hit the Demon Lord's vest solidly, but the Demon Lord was not knocked away by Pan Chengfeng's power like before.

Instead, he stood firmly in place, laughing strangely: "Well, this punch is more powerful than the previous one. It seems that you didn't use your full strength just now~"

Just as Pan Chengfeng was about to retract his fist and throw another punch, the Demon Lord turned around, grabbed Pan Chengfeng's wrist, and said with a strange smile: "You want to compare your physical strength with our Saint Clan? It seems that you don't understand our Saint Clan at all. Watch out, this is how you punch!"

Before the Demon Lord's fist hit Pan Chengfeng, a gust of wind from his fist had already deformed Pan Chengfeng's entire face.

Pan Chengfeng quickly raised his left arm to protect his handsome face.

With a bang, the Demon Lord's fist knocked Pan Chengfeng's left arm apart and hit Pan Chengfeng's nose. Pan Chengfeng flew backwards like a cannonball and flew a thousand meters away like a skipping stone on the water. It was unknown how many bones and rocks he broke before he stopped.

The Demon Lord retracted his fist and said with a sneer, "Not bad, your body is quite strong. It's not bad that you didn't die after being hit by my punch. You only suffered some minor injuries."

Pan Chengfeng climbed up from the pile of rubble and bones, touched his nose, and looked at the palm of his hand. There was a large pool of blood. The nosebleed was still flowing and could not be stopped.

Pan Chengfeng quickly used his body-refining skills to stop his nosebleed. He thought to himself, "How powerful! That punch had at least two million pounds of force! If my body-refining skills had not been improved by two small realms, even if this punch didn't kill me, I would definitely be unable to move. What should I do?"

I originally thought that I could rely on body refining techniques to fight the Demon Lord, and then find a chance to escape. But now it seems that even my best physical strength is no match for him.

The Demon Lord slowly walked towards Pan Chengfeng and asked, "You used that move again just now. I can now confirm that it is very similar to our Saint Clan's magical power 'Blood Rage', but also a little different."

The Demon Lord saw you chuckled at Pan Chengfeng and said, "You still don't want to say it? Or do you have any 'special skills' that you haven't used yet? It doesn't matter, I can wait for you to make a move, but you have to be quick~"

Pan Chengfeng shook the blood from his nose off his hands and laughed, "I thought I was very good at pretending, but I didn't expect you to be the real pretender. You want to see my unique skills? Then I'll let you see enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Chengfeng was surrounded by red gas, his veins bulged, his body grew larger, his eyes were terribly red, and he spewed red gas from his mouth. A violent and cruel aura filled the center of the battlefield. Even Shangguan Heng and the others who had run far away could feel this terrible aura and murmured, "Junior brother..."

The demon king's pupils shrank and he exclaimed: "Demon God Breath!!"

Pan Chengfeng directly used the Overlord Fist to its extreme. The five times Overlord Fist plus the boxing gloves and his own strength reached a terrifying force of four million pounds!

Pan Chengfeng stared at the arrogant demon king with his cruel eyes, and said with a strange smile: "I said, don't underestimate me!"

Before he finished speaking, Pan Chengfeng leaned forward, gathered his strength, and with a bang, shot at the still shocked Demon Lord like a laser cannon.

By the time he reacted, Pan Chengfeng had already stood in front of him and punched him directly on the left cheek, which was still under his shock.

A punch was thrown, and the space shattered. The Demon Lord was knocked over and over by the punch, and all his demon teeth fell out.

After one punch, Pan Chengfeng did not stop attacking, but continued to move forward and caught up with the Demon Lord who had not stopped yet. He raised his foot and kicked the Demon Lord directly into the air. Cracks crossed the Demon Lord's body, but did not cause any substantial damage to him.

Pan Chengfeng kicked his legs hard, caught up with him again, and stepped on the hateful, pretentious face of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord fell to the ground like a meteorite, creating a deep pit with no bottom in sight. However, Pan Chengfeng could still feel the Demon Lord's aura and thought to himself, "He's not dead yet! I can't control myself anymore!"

Pan Chengfeng's eyes were slowly filled with black, but the Demon Lord was not dead yet, so he couldn't stop.

He clenched his fist with one hand and adjusted his breathing. The whole space began to vibrate. When the Demon Lord underground saw Pan Chengfeng's posture, a force actually locked onto his breath. He exclaimed, "Impossible! You actually know the Demon God Fist?!"

Pan Chengfeng didn't care about the devil's screams. After preparing the Demon Suppression Fist, he looked at the deep pit with his eyes that were almost filled with darkness and shouted, "Go to hell! Demon Suppression Fist - Shake Mountains and Rivers!!!"