You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 542 - 252: Barehanded Big Ivan?

Rumble~

Outside the Jiuli Grotto Heaven, disaster clouds gather in the sky, with bursts of thunder.

Supernatural phenomena cover several provinces in the southwest, with massive tides of Primordial Qi spilling out from the Grotto Heaven, altering some local landscapes and geographical features across Xiang, E, Yu, Guangdong, Gui, Qiann, and Gan in the blink of an eye.

Raging Primordial Qi rolls like tides, dyeing the silver moon in the sky blood red, exuding an ominous aura.

Standing guard at the entrance of Jiuli Grotto Heaven, Zhao Zhiyi and Bai Yuanhu’s faces changed dramatically: "A celestial abnormality, spirits descending, is another Mythical Life about to descend upon Blue Star?"

"Who on earth is it?"

With a steely gaze, Li Yanwen clutched the Fire Cloud Spear in his hand, clearly ready to die in battle: "No matter who it is, they must not destroy the peace and harmony of our Dongji Kingdom! Even gods!"

Zhao Zhiyi also remembered his duty as the president of the Xiang Province Martial Arts Association: "The abnormality is emanating from inside the Jiuli Grotto Heaven, this matter surely relates to the Heart Evil Stream, we must hurry inside and hope it’s not too late!"

Though greedy for power and having selfish motives sitting in the president’s position, the martial artist’s valor in his heart had not been extinguished, he still remembered the responsibilities and burdens he carried.

The trio led the way, deploying over half of the Xiang Province Martial Arts Association’s battle force, determined to prevent the disaster from descending.

A flash of light, and Zhao Zhiyi and the others quickly entered the Jiuli Grotto Heaven, heading directly towards the Hundred Battles Emperor’s Cave, the source of the abnormality.

Within the Hundred Battles Emperor’s Cave, seated immovably on a grand golden throne, Chiyou opened his massive mouth towards the sky, absorbing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi with a world-devouring momentum.

Endless streams of Celestial Spirit and Earth Evil Qi converged like myriad rivers returning to the sea, transforming into flows of Primordial Qi, incessantly pouring into Chiyou, causing his power to surge continuously.

Zhao Zhiyi felt his scalp tingle: "It’s War Emperor Chiyou!"

"Has he really resurrected?"

"He’s not fully recovered yet, quickly stop him!"

The legendary War Emperor Chiyou, who would brutally stop the apocalypse through bloodshed, if he were to be resurrected, the entire Dongji Kingdom could be plunged into devastation.

With long blade in hand, Zhao Zhiyi and Li Yanwen holding his spear, even Bai Yuanhu squeezed his fists tightly, unleashing his Martial Arts True Qi, prepared to fight to the death.

Behind them, the experts of the Martial Arts Association did not retreat, all fueled with fighting spirit, ready to shatter and be heroic, all for the homeland’s protection.

However, Rain Master flew forward and with a single palm, suppressed all the Martial Arts Association’s experts to the ground, unable to move: "Mere ants dare offend the Emperor Monarch."

The overwhelming Divine Power, like limitless tsunami waves, pressed down, even Zhao Zhiyi, a Grandmaster, was forced to kneel, unable to rise.

Difficultly lifting his head, Zhao Zhiyi’s face was full of terror: "Rain... Master... are you really a Martial God?"

"Hmph, if not for fearing to alarm that sleeping Outer God, why would I have sealed my cultivation to associate with you as a Martial Saint? When I followed the Emperor Monarch to conquer the world, Dongji Kingdom didn’t even exist."

Rain Master, commanding Qian and Kunn, wielded the Power of Dao, his mere gestures and lifts of hand possessed rock-moving and sea-splitting might, not to mention Zhao Zhiyi, even all Dongji Kingdom’s Martial Saint Strong Persons combined could not rival him.

Martial God is an existence completely detached from the mortal realm, rising to the peak of the Celestial Tier, transcending all things.

"Want us to surrender? Dream on!"

Fiery flames ignited on Li Yanwen’s body, his Martial Arts True Qi burned fiercely, with sheer willpower, he stood up from the ground.

Even though his bones crackled and his muscles ached like being torn apart, it could not dampen the burning passion in his heart.

"Martial artists fight heaven and earth, never yielding, not even to gods!"

"Ignorant mortals."

Rain Master, with a reversal of his hand, used the Path of Flowing Water, extracting moisture from the air within a radius of several dozen miles, gathering it in his palm, continually compressing and condensing it while infusing massive Primordial Qi.

Eventually, a palm-sized Single Heavy Water formed in Rain Master’s hand.

Ye Qingzhou felt his scalp tingle at just a glance.

A Single Heavy Water, under the observation of his Celestial Eye, was entirely a compound of deuterium and oxygen, conducting thermonuclear reaction at that moment.

This was akin to holding a hydrogen bomb in one’s hand!

If it exploded, its power would be equivalent to at least fifty million tons of TNT explosive.

Making Big Ivan barehanded, is that even possible?

Isn’t this too fierce!

Though Ye Qingzhou had seen Martial God Strong Persons make moves, in front of a seasoned Martial God like Rain Master, even if all the Martial Gods of Rakshasa Woman Kingdom combined, they could probably not withstand a single hand of Rain Master’s.

Too powerful!

The gap was simply unreasonable.

Just when Rain Master was about to unleash his Nuclear Palm Technique, Chiyou spoke.

"Rain Master, cease."

"At your command, my liege."

Hearing this, Rain Master swiftly dispelled the Single Heavy Water in his hand, respectfully bowed and obeyed.

Having barely escaped disaster, Li Yanwen and Zhao Zhiyi, while breathing a sigh of relief, continued to be extremely wary of Chiyou.

Chiyou, however, did not take their hostility to heart, instead laughing heartily and praised: "Knowing it is impossible yet still having the resolve to fight to the death, you are commendable."

Li Yanwen gripped the Fire Cloud Spear, showing no trace of retreat even facing a peerless mythical power: "War Emperor, is your return this time to once again massacre the world with blood?"