Chapter 952 – One Punch (2/2)

Xuanyuan Po's fist was distressingly normal in comparison, lacking any momentum to speak of.

The two fists approached, and as they were about to meet, the contrast grew all the starker.

The Xiang clan descendant's colossal fist made Xuanyuan Po's fist look quite pitiful.

Some spectators could not bear to witness the ensuing tragedy and turned around.

Xuanyuan Po did not turn his head; his eyes didn't even blink. He seemed incredibly composed, or even dull-witted.

Had he been frightened silly by his opponent's fist, or he was such a fool that he hadn't even reacted yet?

Some of the spectators pondered these questions.

The minor official stood up from behind his table and stared at the fighting platform with malicious anticipation.

The official from the Demi-human Court had been paying attention to the match the entire time. He was confident that Xuanyuan Po had not been scared silly, nor had he failed to react in time. This was because Xuanyuan Po's breathing had not been affected.

Thus, he found it impossible to understand why Xuanyuan Po did nothing but continue to punch in the face of his clearly stronger opponent.

If it wasn't out of absolute confidence, then was it out of pride and honor?

With this in mind, the official suddenly found himself admiring Xuanyuan Po's courage.

In these malicious, or cruel, or reluctant, or pitying gazes…

Xuanyuan Po's fist finally clashed with the Xiang clan descendant's fist.

On a superficial level, the difference between these two fists was enormous.

When their fists collided, it was like a pebble running up against a boulder.

If one considered the discrepancy in power, it was like a chicken egg crashing into a boulder.

There was a soft sound.

It was a crack, like an egg really had shattered.

To the astonishment of the crowd, Xuanyuan Po's fist had not shattered, nor had it been sent flying like a pebble being struck by a boulder.

His fist and the Xiang clan descendant's fist were firmly pushing against each other.

His fist seemed so small, but just as steady.

There was a dense profusion of sounds that gradually more distinct, then deafening.

Clackclack!

Like that cliff that had split open yesterday.

Boom!

Like the cliff falling into the Red River and jolting up countless massive waves.

Waves of Qi exploded from the platform, transforming into fierce gales that howled and stirred up a cloud of dust.

A smear of boundless terror appeared in the Xiang clan descendant's eyes as he howled in pain and despair.

The winds dissipated with plaintive howls, the last remnants winding around the platform, ruffling Xuanyuan Po's somewhat vacant sleeve and ultimately falling on the Xiang clan descendant's body.

The mountainous body seemed to gradually shorten under this gentle wind, and then collapsed.

The Xiang clan descendant sat paralyzed on the platform, his right arm hanging strengthlessly at his side, blood trickling out of the sleeve.

The light crack and the ensuing cracks had all been the sounds of breaking.

When his fist met with Xuanyuan Po's, the first things to touch were his fingers.

And so his fingers broke.

And then his wrist bone broke.

Then his arm bones broke.

Finally, even his shoulder bone broke.

His face was abnormally pale, his eyes brimming with fear. His body was drenched, though it was hard to tell whether it was with sweat, blood, or something else.

Xuanyuan Po drew back his fist, not issuing another attack.

Seeing this, the Xiang clan descendant knew that he would survive. His eyes went from fear to confusion and then gradually lost focus.

In the strength that he was most proud of, he had unexpectedly thoroughly lost.

He couldn't even think about revenge. Xuanyuan Po had simply been too strong, so strong that it was inconceivable.

This unimaginable discrepancy had crushed all will to fight in his body, overwhelmed his mind to the point of collapse.

He began to vomit, throwing up the entirety of his breakfast onto the platform, and a terrible odor gradually spread over the area.

But both the judge of the Carp tribe on the platform and the two supervising officials seemed unable to smell it.

The ordinary officials around the platform as well as the spectating crowd were dumbstruck.

Just who was this bear youth?

Why did that seemingly ordinary and unremarkable fist contain such terrifying strength?