"This is the level where one can leave a mark by stomping on a rock, and press hand prints into solid metal!"
"This Wu He-Rong is already so skilled?"
"No wonder he managed to kill all the fighters from the Niu family."
As they looked at the cavernous fist print, almost everyone in the room had a terrible expression on his face.
Li Er was shivering all over his body. Right there and then, he made up his mind. When he returned to Yunzhou, he would place more bodyguards around his home and rebuild the basement with steel plates.
Chen Nan, who was standing by the door, went pale at the sight of the cavernous fist print.
This was the first time she had seen such a feat. To think that a mere body of flesh and bone could leave such a deep print on a rock.
In the past, Chen Nan had always thought that such feats could only be seen in movies or novels. But now, she realized that people who could perform such superhuman feats existed in real life.
And she finally understood why her father had been on tenterhooks these days. With such a powerful enemy on the prowl, who would not be worried?
"Mr. Huo, what do you think?"
"What do you think are your chances of winning, if you have to face him in combat?" Chen Ao had a sombre expression on his face, as he directed the question to Huo Dun.
Huo Dun said nothing. He walked over to the huge hunk of rock and examined the fist print. After a long while, he shook his head and smiled disdainfully.
"Mm?”
"Mr. Huo, what is it?"
The leaders of Jiangdong were all looking curiously at the Boxing King.
But Huo Dun remained silent. Instead, he took a few steps back, planted his feet firmly on the floor and lowered his center of gravity.
Immediately afterward, Huo Dun exhaled heavily and directed his qi to his dantian. Suddenly, with a cold glint in his eyes, he exploded into action and drove his punch right into the huge hunk of rock.
Bang-
The sound of the impact rang out heavily like muffled thunder.
The rock shattered at once, sending fragments flying everywhere.
The few-hundred-pound rock was broken apart in an instant, and tiny pieces of rock were scattered all over the floor.
"What~" "What-What
Everyone who saw the performance was shocked.
Both Li Er and Chen Ao had their eyes wide opened. And Chen Nan's face was flushed as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Huo Dun's feat had shook them to their core!
After a long moment of silence, a thunderous applause broke out in the restaurant.
Chen Ao and the other leaders kept on clapping, and their hearty laughter reverberated in the air.
"Hahaha-"
"Mr. Huo Dun, you truly live up to your title as the Tiger of South East Asia."
"It truly shook us to our core to see such a powerful punch. It broadened our horizons.”
"That Wu He-Rong had only managed to leave a shallow print on the rock, but Mr. Huo could shatter the whole thing with just
one punch."
"That was truly a feat worthy of the Boxing King!"
Chen Ao was overwhelmed with joy.
Li Er and the other leaders were clapping their hands and laughing heartily.
"Hahaha-"
"With the Boxing King on our side, we have nothing to fear from Wu He-Rong.”
The leaders of Jiangdong were full of respect for Huo Dun. And, all at once, they started flattering the Boxing King.
After witnessing Huo Dun's feat of strength, all the tension that had been surrounding the Jiangdong leaders started to ease away.
And, while everybody was celebrating, nobody paid any attention to Ye Fan, who had been sitting quietly at the round table. He smiled to himself and shook his head.
The others could not see the truth, but he could.
The rock that had been smashed earlier was probably something similar to marble.
Rocks like that were brittle.
It would be easy to smash a rock like that. But it would be a hundred times harder to just leave a print on it, without breaking the whole thing to bits. To perform such a feat, a person would need to be able to exert exceptional control over his strength.
This Wu He-Rong is able to control his strength to such an exceptional degree. Right now, he's probably a very formidable opponent.
It was a very precise strike. There was no wasted energy at all.
A person like him would be considered one of the elites among the mercenaries in the West.
A ring fighter like Huo Dun would lose in an instant against an experienced killer like
Wu He-Rong.
Ye Fan chuckled to himself. But rather than saying anything, he simply lifted his cup and sipped his tea quietly.
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