Chapter 19: The Whole Arena Is Stunned!

As soon as Tan Taijun finished speaking, the two experts from the Tan family drew their broadswords and charged at Mo Han.

Mo Han shook his head slightly, dismissively remarking, "You are far too weak."

With those words, he tilted his head, easily dodging their swinging blades. He raised his hand and struck out with a punch!

Bang!

The leading brute was sent flying by a single blow, his body arching in midair like a bow. The ribs in his chest snapped one after another, and when he hit the ground, he spewed blood in great mouthfuls. He died almost instantly.

The other brute, shaken to the core, turned to flee. Mo Han's fist lashed out again, crashing into his face with a bang, obliterating half his cheek.

Amid a mess of blood and flesh, the man let out a miserable howl before collapsing limply to the ground. It was unclear whether he had merely lost consciousness or died outright.

A cold gasp swept through the Tan family. Some, already timid, felt fear grip their hearts.

Too powerful!

Too ruthless!

"Kill him! Kill him now!" Tan Taijun roared furiously.

With a clamor, the Tan family's assembled experts surged toward Mo Han like a tide.

These were all martial artists of the Yellow rank, nurtured with great expense by the Tan family. Now was the time for them to prove their worth.

"In the face of absolute strength, numbers are meaningless—you are no different from ants," Mo Han sneered coldly. Planting his left foot, he launched himself forward like a cannonball.

The stage behind him could not withstand the force of his kick; with a crash, it collapsed.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The martial artists rushing at him had barely raised their blades when the leading dozen were swept aside by a single kick.

"Die!" Just then, Tan Fuhua suddenly lunged at Mo Han's back, slashing down from above at his head.

But before his blade could even touch Mo Han, a huge foot exploded into his face.

Thump!

Tan Fuhua's face caved in completely, his fate uncertain.

"You beast!" The two Tan family elders, hidden among the crowd, launched a sneak attack on Mo Han. They wielded no weapons, but their iron fists were more deadly than blades.

Seeing their favored grandson beaten senseless, they erupted in fury and struck at Mo Han together.

"Well done!" Mo Han cried, his fists shooting out to meet theirs.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled crashes followed by the sound of bones shattering.

The right hands of both elders burst apart, the destruction traveling up to their shoulders.

A collective gasp swept through Tan Taijun and his men.

Mo Han's strength was beyond anything they had imagined!

The battle lasted barely two minutes.

Now, surveying the scene, only Mo Han stood in the center; none others remained on their feet.

Of the dozens of martial artists, only about ten lay on the ground groaning. The rest were either dead or unconscious.

Click!

Mo Han took out a cigarette, lit it, drew in a deep breath, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Who else?" His gaze swept over the faces of the Tan family. All he saw was terror.

Indeed, at that moment, every single member of the Tan family was shaken to the core.

Some even felt a tinge of regret.

Too strong!

Mo Han's power defied everything they knew.

But the Tan family would never admit defeat so easily.

For they still had Ding Si, the God of Slaughter, holding the fort!

"Sir, this madman is too strong. Please, protect the Tan family!" Tan Taijun pleaded with Ding Si.

At last, Ding Si opened his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on Mo Han.

"I had no intention of getting involved in your petty affairs," Ding Si said, "but since you injured my guards, I suppose I have no choice but to teach you a lesson."

With that, Ding Si slowly rose to his feet, an unprecedented and overwhelming aura exploding from his body. Tan Taijun and the others were instantly thrown to the ground by this unseen force.

So this was the might of a War King!

Incredible!

No wonder he was known as the God of Slaughter!

The Tan family were both terrified and overjoyed.

With Ding Si taking the field, Mo Han was as good as dead!

"Sir, kill him! You must kill him!" Tan Xiaorong, having managed to sit up in his coffin, shouted hoarsely when he saw Ding Si about to act.

Ding Si's icy gaze fell upon Tan Xiaorong, piercing through him like a bolt of lightning.

Tan Xiaorong trembled, his face turning deathly pale, too frightened to utter another word.

"Boy, kneel and accept your death. I'll let you die with your body intact," Ding Si declared haughtily, his eyes on Mo Han.

"You’ll let me keep my corpse intact? With just that mouth of yours?" Mo Han exhaled another puff of smoke, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes through the swirling haze.

"Do you know who I am?" Ding Si asked, unruffled, calmly walking toward Mo Han step by step.

"And who might you be?" Mo Han retorted, mocking him.

"Listen well. I am Ding Si of the Western War Domain, known as the God of Slaughter. You may call me the War King. To die at my hands today—that is fortune earned by your ancestors, an honor for you."

As he spoke of his titles, pride flickered in Ding Si's eyes.

These were honors he had won through years of brutal battle, paid for with his own blood and life.

He relished being called the War King.

He also enjoyed watching fear and awe arise in others when they heard his name.

But soon, Ding Si's eyes narrowed.

For in Mo Han's eyes, there was no fear—only mockery!

This infuriated him.

Mo Han's skills were impressive, but Ding Si dismissed him utterly.

Yet now, this nobody dared to mock him. Unforgivable!

"Boy, you have truly angered me. Now, I've changed my mind. I will not kill you swiftly. I will make you beg for death, but you shall not find it!"

A savage glint flashed in Ding Si's eyes as he quickened his pace toward Mo Han.

"I'm really curious—did you win your War King title with words alone? You certainly talk enough," Mo Han replied scornfully.

"You’re courting death!" Ding Si bellowed, launching himself at Mo Han with a powerful leap.

He could no longer hold back—the fury in his heart demanded Mo Han's immediate death.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Ding Si was in front of Mo Han, his fist smashing toward Mo Han’s face.

This punch carried overwhelming force; the Tan family had no doubt it would kill Mo Han on the spot.

His head would surely be blown apart!

Ding Si thought the same—his only wish in that moment was to smash Mo Han’s skull with a single punch. Only then would the world witness the unrivaled might of a true War King.

“So this is the so-called War King? Rather feeble, isn’t it?” Mo Han remained unmoved. Even as Ding Si's fist was about to strike, he found time to mock him again.

Yet, as he spoke, his right hand shot up at a speed surpassing Ding Si’s.

He slapped out.

Bang!

To the utter shock of all present, Ding Si’s fist never reached Mo Han—instead, he was sent flying by Mo Han’s slap.

A collective gasp of horror ran through the Tan family.

The entire hall was left in stunned silence.