Chapter 11: A Matter of One Punch

Mighty Dragon!

This was the first reaction of everyone at the martial arts hall, followed by a collective gasp.

This mighty dragon was shockingly young, appearing to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

And on top of that, exceedingly handsome!

With a face that could support him alone, why was his strength so heaven-defying?

Was there even room left to live?

However, this was Mengyang City's largest underground force, the martial hall—how could they allow an outsider to come in and show off?

More people gathered around; although they were merely primary-level martial disciples, their immense numbers fortified their courage.

Shi Hao flashed a smile, suddenly exerted force from his feet, and instantly charged forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Shi Hao charged rampantly, absolutely unstoppable, like a tiger diving into a flock of sheep.

What use was their number?

The people of the martial hall couldn't help but feel their morale plummet to rock bottom. Such a person was simply a monster, and how could mere humans possibly stop a monster?

"Hmph, who dares to run wild in our Mengyang Martial Hall?" Amidst a cold chuckle, a thin, tall man strode out from the rear court.

"Fourth Master!" Upon seeing this man, everyone inside the martial hall revealed a look of excitement.

Zhao Cheng, one of the four major kings of the martial hall, at the peak of the intermediate martial disciple level, with a strength of 5,900 jin.

"Who are you?" Zhao Cheng asked Shi Hao.

Shi Hao smiled, finally facing the key figure. He raised his voice, "Didn't you accept a commission to kill a student from Starwind Academy?" He paused, saw the look of realization on Zhao Cheng's face, and nodded, "That's right, I am that person."

He walked a few steps, picked up the moaning man with the three small braids from the ground.

"I will never show mercy to those who seek my life!"

Upon hearing this, the man with the three braids suddenly shuddered violently, no longer minding his moans, and hurriedly pleaded, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Boom!

Shi Hao threw a punch, striking the man with the three braids in the chest. Under the massive force of the impact, the man immediately flew up, tracing an arc in the sky and then harshly slamming down in front of Zhao Cheng.

He was dead.

"Those who owe me will pay me back!" Shi Hao said indifferently.

This statement was not only directed at the Mengyang Martial Hall but also served as Shi Hao's declaration.

Zhao Cheng's face immediately turned incredibly ugly, then showed a strong intent to kill.

"You're seeking your own death!" he said word by word.

Shi Hao didn't take it to heart, "Who is the client?"

"Just a dead man, no need to know so much!" Zhao Cheng coldly said as he took big steps towards Shi Hao.

Clang!

He hadn't taken two steps before he drew his sword and then tossed aside the scabbard.

In Mengyang Martial Hall, there were naturally no scruples about killing a man—it was very easy to dispose of the body.

"Kill!" he shouted and swung his sword at Shi Hao.

The great sword moved with a forceful wind.

"Fourth Master is going berserk!" the people of the martial hall got excited.

"This is the White Tiger Blade Technique!"

"A star-ranked primary-level martial technique!"

Although it was only star-ranked at the primary level, any martial technique was immensely precious, not to mention its incredible power.

"What do you think, how many moves can this kid withstand?"

"At most ten moves."

"He's so young, he definitely hasn't trained in any martial techniques, and his combat experience is lacking, I bet he won't last more than three moves."

"Hehe, I say just one move; our Fourth Master has slain primary-level martial disciples in a single strike before!"

Amidst the crowd's speculation, Zhao Cheng's sword strike arrived.

Shi Hao's gaze was sharp. Never mind the gap in strength between him and Zhao Cheng, even if it were identical, with his insight surpassing countless martial arts levels, couldn't he detect the flaw in Zhao Cheng's moves at a glance?

Even though Zhao Cheng was holding a knife, to Shi Hao, it seemed no different from a toy.

Shi Hao swung out a punch.

In Zhao Cheng's eyes, Shi Hao's punch was simple and straightforward, yet it directly targeted the flaw in his blade technique.

How could this be?

Before he could finish his thought, his face had already been struck hard by the punch. Under the terrifying force of the impact, his head swam, and he nearly passed out.

Even so, he could no longer hold onto the handle of the blade, which fell to the ground with a sharp clang.

Suddenly, the cheering from the crowd stopped.

Everyone wore expressions of disbelief, staring dumbfounded at Shi Hao.

Zhao Cheng was one of Wu Shibai's top generals, one of the four giants, a mid-level martial disciple at the peak with a strength nearing 6,000 kilograms!

Yet such an expert was beaten by a single punch from Shi Hao while using a Martial Technique?

This!

They were all going mad. How could something so outrageous happen?

Just how powerful was Shi Hao?

This was just a sixteen-year-old boy!

Shi Hao smiled slightly, "Now, can you tell me who hired you?"

Zhao Cheng, unwilling to give in, was in Starwind Academy; how could he bow down?

"Don't think about it, we have professional ethics!" he retorted stubbornly.

With a flick of his foot, Shi Hao kicked the blade off the ground and into his hand, positioning it swiftly against Zhao Cheng's throat.

"I think, you should reconsider."

The cold blade pressed against his neck, and Zhao Cheng's courage instantly evaporated.

"That person, that person's name is Li Mingjun," he said with a trembling voice.

Li Mingjun?

Shi Hao was surprised. He had not even exchanged a single word with this person, so why would he want to kill him?

"I've already told you, please don't kill me!" Zhao Cheng had lost all the majesty of being one of the "Four Masters" of Starwind Academy, pleading for his life.

Shi Hao shook his head, "I've said, those who owe me will repay me, how could you be the exception?"

"No!" Zhao Cheng struggled frantically.

Splat, a spray of blood flew, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness.

—If he were aware after his death, he would definitely regret taking up this business deal.

The academy was also silent. Who could believe that Shi Hao had not only stormed in alone but even dared to commence a killing spree?

They all felt aggrieved as the underground overlords of Mengyang City; when had they ever been subjected to such humiliation?

"Damn, you!" A roar erupted, and a towering figure appeared. He was seven feet tall and as imposing as a human bear.

"Iron King!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise, their faces showing delight.

This towering strong man was Zhong Kangyuan, the leader of the four giants, known as Iron King, with innate extraordinary physical strength and terrifying power.

Though he was also a mid-level martial disciple, he possessed a strength of 6,300 kilograms, which was above the upper limit of an average mid-level martial disciple.

"You actually killed Number Four, I'm going to butcher you!" Iron King bellowed, immediately sprinting towards Shi Hao.

Boom boom boom, his speed accelerated, and with his terrifying weight, each step he took made the ground resound thunderously.

The crowd was initially filled with concern, as Zhao Cheng was defeated by just one move from Shi Hao, and Iron King, who was not much stronger than Zhao Cheng, was unlikely to defeat Shi Hao either.

However, as Iron King charged, their confidence surged.

This was Iron King's signature move, self-named Iron Bull Charge, which once set a record by breaking seven ribs of a peak mid-level martial disciple.

"Iron King!"

"Crush him!"

"Let him know that Starwind Academy is not to be trifled with!"

The crowd howled, each of them a ruffian and hoodlum, lawless, with blood coursing with bellicose factors.

This was Starwind Academy's counterattack!

No one could bully Starwind Academy!