30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 177
“...Why is that guy suddenly transforming?”
Ihan clicked his tongue as he watched Raq, wreathed in flames, recklessly charge at the monstrous spellcaster.
It looked impressive at first glance, but it reminded Ihan of the fleeting desperation of a mayfly’s battle.
‘His body won’t last.’
Even though Ihan’s energy had forcibly enhanced Raq’s physique to something closer to his own, there was no way his body could endure such violent energy for long.
It wouldn’t be surprising if he self-destructed at any moment.
But rather than worry about him, Ihan focused on punching faster and harder.
Because right now, victory mattered more than life itself.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“AAAAHHH!”
“S-Stop it...!”
Screams echoed from various directions, but Ihan paid them no mind.
He wasn’t unleashing this chaotic, widespread barrage of punches just to hunt other spellcasters.
As his punches grew more intense, the sheer force began to dominate the space, creating countless trajectories like bullets firing in every direction.
The strikes were unpredictable, even to Ihan himself, as they battered the monster from all angles.
And among those punches:
THWACK!
There were some blows devoid of malice or killing intent, carrying only pure willpower.
The Fist of the Enlightened One.
It was a martial art Ihan had awakened the previous day in his battle against the marquis.
A power infused with the "concept of intent," much like the magic of spellcasters.
Of course, it wasn’t as natural or potent as their magic, but for now, it was undeniable that no one could block his strikes.
However—
CRACK!
...It became clear to Ihan that the Arhat Divine Fist wasn’t something he could sustain for long.
It was as though the power hadn’t yet been granted to him. The more he used it, the more his head felt like it was going to split apart.
Drip.
Blood trickled from Ihan’s nose, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to wipe it away. He kept throwing punches with the determination to give the monster no chance to act.
This wasn’t just the simple Hundred-Step Fist—it was imbued with the enlightenment of the Arhat Divine Fist. Ihan gritted his teeth, confident that this strike would take off the monster’s head.
[-Divine Punishment.]
BOOOOOOM!
The next moment, lightning poured down from the sky.
Not a single bolt, but a deluge of lightning, striking hundreds of times per second, indiscriminately sweeping through everything.
“T-The Tower Master...!!!”
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