Chapter 157: A Single Punch

"What breathtaking arrogance and shameless boasting. Is this the extent of your abilities?"

"Senior, kill him quickly! This brat is too arrogant, looking down even on Earth-tier powerhouses. He doesn't deserve to be a martial artist at all!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The crowd waved their fists, hoping the Dragon Slayer would strike immediately and execute Mo Han.

Such an ignorant madman deserved to die!

Mo Han swept his gaze across the crowd.

His chilling eyes made everyone's hearts tremble violently, as if they had suddenly been cast into a freezing winter of minus tens of degrees.

No one dared to utter another word.

They knew very well that since Mo Han had dared to accept the challenge, he was certainly no pushover.

If they wanted to vent their spleen, they should wait until Mo Han was turned into a corpse.

"Cut the crap. The time has come, let's begin!" The Dragon Slayer let out a cold snort. "I will finish you in three moves."

"Three moves is too many. I will finish you in one," Mo Han replied, shaking his head.

Hearing Mo Han's words, everyone wore expressions of utter contempt.

End an Earth-tier powerhouse in a single move?

Had this brat lost his mind?

Did he have any idea what an Earth-tier existence truly was?

A flash of anger crossed the Dragon Slayer's eyes.

Mo Han clearly did not take him, an Earth-tier powerhouse, seriously at all.

Was he truly ignorant of the terror of the Earth tier?

Or was he deliberately humiliating him?

"Madman, words are useless! Make your move!" the Dragon Slayer coldly snorted.

"Watch closely."

Mo Han raised his eyebrows, and then he moved.

Boom!

The ground abruptly caved in as dust and sand billowed into the air.

The terrifying force made the very earth seem to shudder a few times.

Not far away, Overlord Saber, Fifth Master, and the others kept their eyes glued to Mo Han, not daring to blink.

This decisive battle between Mo Han and an Earth-tier powerhouse was the perfect opportunity for them to learn and comprehend.

Every single inch of force-application technique could be the crucial turning point for their own breakthroughs.

The moment Mo Han moved, the Dragon Slayer's expression instantly changed.

Such terrifying power made his eyes widen involuntarily.

Especially the punch Mo Han suddenly threw—though still two meters away, the ferocious force of the gale already made his face sting with pain.

The skin on his face distorted and deformed.

The Dragon Slayer wanted to dodge.

However, in front of so many of his peers, he was unwilling to lose face.

He had just boasted that he would finish Mo Han in three moves.

If Mo Han made the first move and he didn't even dare to receive it, wouldn't he look like an utter coward?

"So strong!"

The Dragon Slayer shouted inwardly, his pupils violently contracting.

The realization had barely formed in his mind when Mo Han's fist was already right before his face.

Throwing pride to the wind, he hastily tried to evade this world-splitting punch.

"Crack, snap, pop!"

A succession of explosive sounds caused everyone's eardrums to ring.

Everything happened too fast, entirely in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Mo Han's punch was simply too fast to defend against.

Amidst the swirling dust and sand, a figure was sent flying backward violently.

He crashed heavily onto the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a fit of violent coughing.

His chest had caved in deeply, and countless ribs were undoubtedly shattered.

The wild wind raged, quickly scattering the dust and sand.

When they saw that the person lying on the ground, with an ashen face and eyes filled with terror, was none other than the Dragon Slayer, everyone fell silent.

No one dared to utter a single sound.

An Earth-tier powerhouse, eliminated with a single punch!

Was this Mo Han a human or a ghost?

How could he be so monstrously powerful!

That was an Earth-tier powerhouse.

Yet he had just been obliterated by Mo Han in one punch!

Strong!

Simply too strong!

"You... how can you be this strong?" The Dragon Slayer looked at Mo Han with great difficulty.

His eyes were filled with utter disbelief.

More than a decade ago, when Mo Han was cast out of the Jiang family, he was clearly nothing more than good-for-nothing trash.

Even if he had obtained some fortuitous encounter over the past three years, it was impossible for him to become this powerful overnight.

Mid Earth-tier!

Who could possibly advance from an ordinary person to the Earth tier in just three years?

He had never even heard of such a legend!

The Mo family was doomed!

A bitter, strained smile appeared on the Dragon Slayer's face.

The Mo family had actually provoked such a terrifying existence; no one could save them now.

Unless, by the time Mo Han marched upon the Mo family, the hidden aristocratic families had already emerged from seclusion.

"I said you Earth-tier powerhouses are too weak, yet you still wanted me to strike first."

"No one dares to ask me to strike first, and you are even less worthy."

Standing high above, Mo Han looked down indifferently at the Dragon Slayer.

Regret flooded the Dragon Slayer's soul.

Had he known Mo Han was such a monster, let alone letting Mo Han strike first,

he would never have come to Qiancheng in the first place!

In a place like Qiancheng, with Mo Han around, who would dare to cause trouble?

The Dragon Slayer's heart was filled with extreme remorse.

However, his internal organs had already been shattered by Mo Han's single punch; he could not survive.

"To die at your hands... I accept my defeat. But I want to know... how much of your strength did you use for that punch?" The Dragon Slayer looked weakly at Mo Han, his breath failing him at any moment.

Mo Han raised a single finger.

"Ten percent?"

The Dragon Slayer's eyes widened, his entire body convulsing, his gaze filled with lingering resentment and regret.

And with that, he drew his last breath!

One punch.

The Earth-tier powerhouse, the Dragon Slayer, was dead.

Silence reigned across the entire venue!

Not a single chirp was heard!

This duel, from beginning to end, had lasted less than half a minute.

Was this really a duel between grandmasters?

It was entirely akin to an adult swatting a three-year-old child away with a single punch.

Mo Han was simply too strong!

A single punch!

He had obliterated an Earth-tier powerhouse with a single punch!

Overlord Saber and Fifth Master looked at Mo Han with eyes brimming with fanaticism!

They had known Mo Han's strength was definitely not inferior to the Dragon Slayer's.

Never had they expected Mo Han to far surpass even their highest estimations.

Li Qilang and Xu Jing only truly understood at this moment just how terrifying Mo Han's power was.

A single punch to kill an Earth-tier. With such a feat, looking across the entire martial arts world, how many could compare to Mo Han?

Mo Han swept his gaze around, and the crowd lowered their heads one after another.

Especially the members of the Mo family, who didn't even dare to breathe heavily, let alone meet Mo Han's eyes.

The terrifying scene of Mo Han's punch had long since shattered their courage, deeply branding itself into the recesses of their minds.

"Listen well, people of the Mo family. Go back and tell your family head to wash his neck and wait for me. When I have some leisure, I will personally go to the Mo family to claim his dog's life!"

With those words, Mo Han turned and walked toward the small boat waiting at the shore.

The crowd's eyes followed his every movement, and they even proactively cleared a path for him.

The onlookers on both sides practically looked as though they were respectfully seeing him off.

Reaching the shore, Mo Han suddenly turned back and looked at everyone assembled: "After today, if any martial artist from the Northern Provinces dares to set foot in Qiancheng by even half a step, I will break both their legs!"

His gaze was cold and piercing, and no one doubted his resolve.

This was a man who had killed an Earth-tier powerhouse with a single punch.

"Rest assured, Senior! After today, none of us will ever dare to set foot in Qiancheng again!"

The crowd nodded hastily, none of them daring to defy Mo Han's words.

Mo Han leapt onto the small boat with a single step, slowly drifting away.

Just as the northern martial artists were preparing to leave, Overlord Saber once again blocked the exit, the long blade resting on his shoulder gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"If you want to leave, it's one million in boat fare per person!"

Overlord Saber looked at the crowd, his eyes filled with mockery and dominance.