Bai Luhao froze in place, his pupils contracting sharply.
His mouth hung open, but no sound came out.
He had seen countless powerful people.
S-Class Hunters at their peak, and Gōtō Ryūji, who was just one step away from National Power Level.
Even the legendary beings at National Power Level—the Seven-star Hunter Liu Zhikang of Country Z, Andre of the U.S...
But he had never seen anything like this.
A human.
Taking a monster that could kill even Gōtō Ryūji in an instant—
and slamming it into the ground over and over, as if it were an ant.
No technique.
No flashy moves.
Just sheer overwhelming strength!
Ma Dong-wook had even forgotten the agony of his severed arm. He stared at Xu Feng, eyes wide.
Bell had smashed his shield and right arm with a single blow.
And now, the monster that had left him gravely injured was being tossed around by Xu Feng like a toy.
"Is this son of a bitch even human?!"
Min Se-jun leaned against the rock wall, gasping for breath.
His invisibility had long since worn off, and cold sweat still clung to his pale face.
He looked toward Xu Feng, his expression impossibly complicated.
For a moment, he'd thought he was dead.
Bell's claws had been less than a millimeter from his heart.
Then this man had appeared.
With a single sentence, he'd drawn the Grim Reaper away from Min Se-jun.
Then, in front of everyone—
he'd beaten the Grim Reaper into a whimpering dog.
"He... got stronger."
Bai Luhao's low voice rang through the silent cave.
The S-Class Hunter was staring intently at Xu Feng.
"He..." Che Huiyi struggled to speak. "Do you know him?"
Bai Luhao didn't answer.
He simply watched Xu Feng, watching him swing Bell around, and murmured to himself: