One Punch to Split Mountains, Shatter Earth, Sever Rivers, and Destroy the Heavens!

"Boom!!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar rang out.

A stream of white Qi pierced the entire sky, forcibly scattering even the sea of clouds, which remained unable to come together again for a long time.

On a small hill in Holy Soul Village, on the Douluo Continent.

A short, dark-skinned boy stared blankly into the distance at a towering mountain with a hole punched through it.

He swallowed and was just about to speak.

"I..."

Beside him, a youth eight feet tall and as sturdy as an ox lowered the fist he had just thrown. He rested one hand on the young Tang San's shoulder.

"The Master once said, 'When a man is about to die, his words are kind!'"

"Little Sanzi, do you think that makes sense?"

Tang San turned his head stiffly. Looking at this monstrous boy his own age, he had long since begun to question his life.

Were all the natives of the Douluo Continent this terrifying?

No, that wasn't right...

He had lived in Holy Soul Village for six years, and he had never seen a child as tall and mighty as this guy!

More precisely!

Did this guy even count as a six-year-old child?

"Hm? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Yu Fan's grip on Tang San's shoulder tightened a little.

"Hiss..."

Tang San grimaced in pain.

He had begun to wonder whether his Hidden Weapons could even hurt this humanoid tyrannosaurus in front of him.

"It... it does make some sense!"

"Right? Even you think so!"

Yu Fan grinned and extended his other arm.

His biceps bulged slightly, and his iron-like skin gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

"Once I beat him half to death, what he says will sound a lot nicer!"

"So..."

"I'll give you another chance to choose your words."

Tang San's eyes slowly widened.

Wait!

As he remembered it, the Analects the great scholars spoke of in his previous life were nothing like what Yu Fan was talking about.

What did he mean, once he'd nearly beaten someone to death, their words would naturally sound nicer?

Are those really the Analects?

He couldn't just stand by and watch this child, who looked like an adult, stray down the wrong path!

"Wait!"

Tang San held out a hand to stop Yu Fan.

"Is that what the Analects mean? How come I heard it meant that a dying man would never speak ill?"

"Oh? Who told you that?"

"Of course it was..."

Before Tang San could finish, he felt every hair on his body stand on end.

It was an almost tangible killing intent, so strong that even the space around them warped under its influence.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead. Looking at Yu Fan, whose face was full of kindness, he saw a red glow in his eyes, like those of a beast.

Tang San even had a premonition...

If he really said who had told him, Yu Fan would probably go straight over and kill them.

"Go on, tell me. What's the meaning of keeping quiet?"

Yu Fan pressed his fists together, the exaggerated muscles all over his body bulging once more, inspiring a sense of terror.

He wasn't merely big. His muscle density had been compressed to the extreme, so that even a casual punch could deliver hundreds of thousands of jin of force.

And just how powerful must a body capable of delivering hundreds of thousands of jin of force be?

Even without Yu Fan saying anything, Tang San had a rough guess.

"I happened to hear it before. I don't know who said it, but I think what he said..."

"Don't tell me you think he made sense?"

Before Tang San could finish, he saw Yu Fan move a few inches closer, as if he might crush his head in the next instant.

Even Tang San, who had lived two lives, had to admit he was truly panicking when faced with such an unreasonable madman.

Tang San could accept being beaten to death, but he couldn't accept being beaten to death by a madman flying into a frenzy for no reason.

"No! What he said made no sense at all!"

"Really?"

Seeing Yu Fan's skeptical look,

Tang San nodded with a serious expression.

"That's wight! As everyone knows, I, Tang San, have always had an excellent reputation in Holy Soul Village!"

"How could I possibly lie to you?"

Seeing Tang San accept his Swingalects put Yu Fan in an excellent mood.

He came from Big Ox Village next door.

Ever since learning that this was the Douluo Continent, he had felt deeply conflicted.

Because he hadn't awakened any Martial Soul at all.

It was the pain of his life!

But then again...

He had Innate Full Soul Power!

As a result, he had obtained a spot as a work-study student. He had intended to hitch a ride on Tang San's ox cart to Nuoding City and, while he was at it, help this double-standard God King, whose children would be born without buttholes, avoid some detours.

But unfortunately!

Just now!

Tang San had actually refused him?

So he could only give him a little demonstration of his strength!

"Hahahaha!"

Yu Fan threw back his head and laughed.

"Just as I thought! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

With that, he patted Tang San heavily on the shoulder and, adopting the manner of an adult, spoke earnestly.

"Little Sanzi, as long as you don't go down that same old double-standard God King road again, your Brother Fan can definitely keep you safe for life."

Listening to Yu Fan promise him the moon,

Tang San's eye twitched.

What double-standard God King?

He had never even heard of one...

Yu Fan couldn't be saying he was a double-standard God King, could he?

Meanwhile, Yu Fan paid no attention to Tang San's thoughts. He opened the system interface to claim his attribute point.

[Ding! The host has successfully gotten Tang San to accept your Swingalects!]

[Reward: attribute point +1!]

[Automatically allocated to physique!]

Seeing the system take matters into its own hands yet again, Yu Fan felt a little inexplicable anger rise in his heart.

Damn it!

It was all this stupid bird system's fault. It had put every last attribute point into physique without allocating a single one to his looks!

He was practically bursting with anger.

"Fuck your mother! You could at least give me some intelligence!"

"Then at least I could wave a fan and reduce my enemies to ashes with a snap of my fingers!"

"Why the hell have you made me look like a reincarnated Soul Beast?"

"What's the point of me being human anymore?"

"I could fucking go to the Star Dou Great Forest and fight the sleeping Di Tian in an octagon!"

Yu Fan opened his status panel.

[Host: Yu Fan]

[Intelligence: 78]

[Looks: 78]

[Charm: 78]

[Physique: a sideways eight]

[Soul Power Level: 11]

[Soul Ring age: none]

[Martial Soul: none]

[...]

System, get over here and explain yourself!

What the hell did it mean, his physique was a sideways eight?

Physique meant an all-around increase in defense, attack, speed, and spiritual power!

Although Yu Fan hadn't tested his strength yet, he reckoned he was at least a Titled Douluo!

After all, he couldn't find a suitable test subject!

It never hurt to play it safe. What if his current strength hadn't reached the Demigod level yet?

Wouldn't he be finished if he ran into a real Demigod?

"Oh, right. So can you take me to that Nuoding City place now? I really don't know the way."

Yu Fan looked at Tang San with a half-smile.

Tang San didn't dare say it was up to him. After all, getting to Nuoding City still depended on Village Chief Old Jack's ox cart.

Just as he was hesitating,

Yu Fan had already struck a devil-horns pose, flexing his steel-bar-like muscles over and over in front of Tang San.

This was outright psychological intimidation.

"Yes! Of course I can!"

Tang San looked ready to cry. He truly regretted it.

Why had he come out to cultivate the Purple Demon Eye today? Couldn't he have been lazy for just one day?

And he just had to run into a monster like this, neither quite human nor inhuman!

[P.S.: Let me put on some armor first. Right now, his strength is at the limit for his age, but not the limit of the system's point allocation.]

[Also, the protagonist can freely control his strength. It's not as if everything he squeezes turns into a pile of mush.]

[Writing it that way wouldn't make for a vivid picture.]