Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1250 - 553: Fiery Flame Palm_2

"This guy... is doomed!"

Song Xi wasn't fully satisfied, yet she managed to accept this result with reluctance.

At the very least, her brother had stood up for her!

This grudge could now be viewed as somewhat settled.

"Two."

The count pressed on, with Song Zhenrong intentionally dragging out his voice, as though granting Fang Yu complete readiness before launching his attack.

This gesture fully highlighted Song Zhenrong's poise and symbolized his regard for Fang Yu—the regard owed to one fated for death.

Indeed, from Song Zhenrong's standpoint, Fang Yu stood no chance against this blow.

After all, even among fellow martial artists at the same realm, few could withstand such a technique.

Should Fang Yu truly block it, reason and sentiment alike would demand acknowledging his prowess, along with permitting his departure.

"One."

The last number dropped, spiking the tension to its zenith right then.

All gazes locked onto the inn's central area where Fang Yu faced Song Zhenrong, missing how the frail elder Humblebane Plague silently crept toward the corner holding the captives.

"Master!"

Thrill coursed through Zhao Wutian, and Brother Tian with his crew—poised for the moment—saw hope ignite in their eyes as Humblebane Plague approached stealthily.

The awaited break they'd longed for had seemingly arrived out of nowhere!

Boom!!

"Take this!!!"

Air currents behind burst open abruptly, and Song Zhenrong's fierce bellow made even Humblebane Plague, en route to free the captives, whip his head toward the clash.

Rumble!

A blistering heat surge roared outward wildly, as if crushing the very atmosphere.

Song Zhenrong's Fiery Flame Palm, the instant it unleashed, sparked the ambient air into self-igniting flames!

Wherever the palm surged forward, bomb-like detonations chained endlessly!

Through the swirling scorching gales and thermal blasts, the searing Fiery Flame Palm—Song Zhenrong's pinnacle skill—barreled straight at Fang Yu's face!

An expert's strike reveals all at once!

In that split second, Fang Yu keenly felt the palm brimming with vast [Qi].

It mirrored a Qi Explosion, channeling [Qi] to its peak as a supreme Qi Force maneuver!

Fang Yu couldn't fathom the precise blend of Qi Force and form in this strike.

Still, the blast power focused squarely in the palm; as it drove ahead, airflows let traces of might seep free.

Yet that mere hint of overflow instantly set the air ablaze and bursting, yielding tremendous propulsion and detonation force.

This technique shone with brilliance.

At minimum, through Fang Yu's eyes, its refinement eclipsed the Qi Explosion.

The Qi Explosion, Yuan Hongxin's self-invented Qi Force art from seclusion, got roughly replicated by Fang Yu without tutelage—its authenticity fading across each try.

Just as Fang Yu now grappled to advance the Qi Explosion further, fumbling blindly like crossing a stream by touch.

But beholding Song Zhenrong unleash this polished Qi Force art triggered a sudden spark of insight in Fang Yu's mind.

Alas, it flickered out at once, with Song Zhenrong's Fiery Flame Palm nearly upon him!

Air ahead fractured; amid the tangled fiery winds, Song Zhenrong's Fiery Flame Palm thrust in phased advances—each closer step amplifying blasts, peaking sharply at the end. The Qi surge then hurled it across the final gap, as if teleporting flush to Fang Yu's face!

So fast!

Thankfully ready, Fang Yu shifted back half a pace for clearance, snapping his right arm up into a tight fist. Bone dust erupted fluid-like before snapping back, sheathing the fist entirely...

Bang!!!

Fang Yu's fist smashed squarely into the Fiery Flame Palm.

A monstrous Qi surge detonated on contact, storming in all directions.

Nearby tables, chairs, splinters, and wreckage hurled outward, slamming walls and splintering apart.

Onlookers, caught off-guard by the duel’s ferocity, dove for cover or shielded themselves to evade the backlash.

Truth be told, none had caught a clear view of the core confrontation.

Because it was fast.

Everything unfolded too swiftly!

Through Fang Yu's vision, he dissected strikes, parsed motions, and executed deliberate tweaks like these.

Yet to everyone else, it concluded in a mere blink.

Suddenly, Song Zhenrong lunged ahead, unleashing a horrifying surge from thin air.

The result of that collision stayed unknown to everyone.

Judging from the fierce Qi fluctuations at the site, Captain Song... maybe ran into a formidable rival?

With the scorching blast fading away and the dust clouds slowly clearing, Song Xi rushed first to survey the fight's aftermath.

Two silhouettes stood opposite one another, separated by some space, locked in a fierce glare.

Song Xi checked her brother's status right away.

His flushed palm had quickly regained its usual look, yet faintly, she spotted a slight quiver in it?

This revelation shocked Song Xi to her core.

How could anyone shake her brother's resolve!!

Stunned for a second, she whipped her gaze to that hateful scum!

Ground scars showed the hateful scum got shoved back a few meters, carving a clear path behind him.

She scrutinized the hateful scum's face intently.

The bone-white mask that once hid it had turned to dust, flaking off and tumbling from his features.

His face remained unscathed?!

Impossible! That strike was her brother's Fiery Flame Palm!

Song Xi scanned the rest of the punk's body fast, then relaxed a bit.

His right fist, gripped tight, looked mostly scorched black, reeking of burned flesh!

"Ruined!"

Joy sparked in Song Xi’s eyes.

"His right hand is crippled!"

To any martial artist, missing a hand meant forfeiting nearly half their power.

Lacking the Divine Doctor's aid, his martial journey was basically doomed.

"Serves him right!"

Song Xi’s face warped in savage delight, her haughty posture daring anyone to challenge her.

This proves my brother’s might, and this is what happens when you mess with me!!

Cut off from the martial path, his power would keep dropping day by day.

No need for brother to strike again; when your strength dips low enough, I’ll come torture you myself!

Song Xi nearly pictured that sweet revenge already.

Thus, the punk’s plight fit her plans perfectly, letting her settle the score for the scars he inflicted!

Song Xi’s features twisted, thrilled that her brother struck just right, with power precisely tuned for her vengeance.

True enough, brother cherished her above all!

Song Xi gazed at brother Song Zhenrong filled with utter worship, plus a touch of secret, tangled fondness no one else grasped.

Right then, Song Zhenrong finally spoke.

"Excellent skill."

His right palm steadied, yet the clash's raw impact kept his heart racing.

Very strong!

Such was Song Zhenrong’s judgment on Fang Yu.

Powerful enough for a direct showdown with me!

That summed up Song Zhenrong’s thrill after relishing the fight's lingering echoes.

Fang Yu gave his blackened right hand a light shake too.

Like brushing away clinging grime.

Chunks of dark ash rained down.

Beneath the peeling char on Fang Yu’s right hand, smooth pink skin emerged.

Song Xi’s eyes bulged wide in a heartbeat.

"Your, your hand is okay??!!"

Her voice nearly shattered in utter shock.