The Island Lord Who Exploded the Sea with One Punch!

The Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman put down his phone. He had originally planned to transfer two 'Immortal Chef' from his manor to let the island's residents taste the delicacies of Immortal Delicacy and slightly extend their lifespan.

But now—try an egg!

Just wait and see how I scare you to death tonight.

That evening.

The inhabitants of the Indigenous Island gathered together.

Then, a tall native stood up; he was the leader of this rebellion plan.

He raised his arms and shouted, "Today, on this very day, we must fiercely resist that demon!"

Immediately, a native's eyes lit up, and he responded, "Yes, we must rebel against him! Then, we must make sure he cuts his daily workload in half—no, it must be reduced by more than two-thirds!"

"And another thing, I absolutely cannot go hungry for two meals at once, at most one, otherwise I won't be able to handle it!"

"Yes, and you also get a slap on the palm, but only on one hand at most. If you slap both hands, you won't be able to do your homework at all."

The indigenous people, gathered together, began to loudly proclaim their wishes—what simple and pure wishes they had! At most, they would go hungry for one meal; at most, they would get a red hand from a beating, and even then, they wouldn't forget to do their homework.

At this moment, the tall native said in a deep voice, "Useless!"

"You're all so spineless! This time, we're going to rebel against that demon and defeat him! A third less homework? How is that enough? We don't want homework!" the tall native said in a deep voice.

The natives below were taken aback. "Right, why do we need to do homework?"

"No homework! No homework!" all the natives shouted.

The tall native continued, "Similarly, we don't want to go hungry, we don't want to have our hands slapped, we don't want to be hung up and beaten!"

"Don't go hungry, don't get your hands slapped, don't get hung up and beaten!" all the natives shouted.

If there were no homework, no spanking, no being beaten, and no starving people—that would be paradise!

"Therefore, we must rebel against him! We must overthrow his rule!" shouted the tall native. "Down with the tyrannical island lord! Down with the tyrannical island lord!"

All the natives felt their blood boil. "Down with the tyrannical island lord! Down with the tyrannical island lord!"

The tall native clenched his fist and assumed the starting stance for the song "The Times Are Calling": "So, before we rebel against the cruel island lord, let's warm up. Let's get ourselves into top shape!"

Hmm... the main reason is that the island lord is so scary. Before taking action, the tall natives prepared to practice their divine skills and boost their courage.

So, the natives who had learned "The Times Are Calling" lined up in neat rows, each with hope in their eyes.

"One, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight..."

Several hundred natives who knew the song "The Times Are Calling" danced wildly, their movements powerful and unrestrained.

Is this what they call "mobilizing morale"? That's roughly the idea.

The tall native was satisfied, but also a little regretful—"What a pity, we haven't trained long enough to reach the level Master Joseph described, where 'a single punch can shatter the air.' Otherwise, we could have easily defeated the island lord in no time if we rebelled against him."

Unfortunately, there's no time to wait any longer. The island lord is too cruel; they've been pushed to their limits. They must rebel today, or their fighting spirit will be worn down—even if they fail, they must let the island lord know that they have blood in their veins and that they also have ideals.

He doesn't want to do his homework!

Heaven knows how painful it was for this once-powerful shark-hunting warrior of his tribe to hold a pen and write again, his hands calloused from years of work. While others could write three words, he could barely manage to write one.

Writing with a regular pen is fine, but whenever he has to learn calligraphy, he feels his strong arms trembling, and the strokes he writes are all wavy lines.

Homework, it's all awful!

With this in mind, the tall native's will to resist the island's leader became even stronger.

What would these natives think if they knew that the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman had originally planned to bid them farewell that very evening and host a farewell banquet for them?

After completing a set of "The Times Are Calling," all the natives felt their bodies were filled with power.

We can do it! We are no longer who we were before. We have mastered divine skills and will surely overthrow the tyrannical island lord's rule.

"Let's go, to the island lord's house!" the tall native shouted, waving his arm.

Thus, under his leadership, a large group of natives surrounded the house of the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman.

However, intimidated by the former majesty of the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman, the natives did not dare to rush into the house immediately.

"What do we do next? Charge in?"

"That's not a good idea, what if there's a trap?"

"If we just rush in, the space is too small, and we won't be able to take advantage of our numbers."

At this moment, the tall native calmly thought for a moment and suggested, "Then let's force the island lord out! Come on, let's practice our skills around the island lord's house. Those who don't know any special skills, shout loudly, and see how long he can hide in the house!"

The locals all agreed that this made sense.

So the natives who knew the song "The Times Are Calling" formed four squares and surrounded the island owner's house.

"One, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight..."

They started doing gymnastics with a loud banging sound.

First, stand upright, then raise your left arm to the side and look at your left hand.

Next, step your right foot forward into a lunge position, while simultaneously swinging your left arm inward and then forward and downward, looking at your right hand.

Then, return your right leg to a standing position, while simultaneously raising both arms to the sides (palms facing outwards) and slightly lifting your head.

With each breath, a powerful momentum was generated.

Behind them, the natives who hadn't learned "The Times Are Calling" shouted loudly, boosting their side's morale.

Soon, half of the <The Times Are Calling> was finished, but there was still no movement from the island owner's room.

The natives began to feel uneasy.

At this moment, the tall native pondered for a moment, and suddenly he had an idea. "The tyrannical island lord must be afraid of us! Keep practicing your divine skills! Shout even louder, and he'll be afraid of us, hiding in his house and too scared to come out! We'll make him continue to be afraid and force him to come out."

Inspired by the tall native, the other natives beamed with happiness. Their gymnastics became even more powerful.

Clap clap clap, all in perfect unison.

The tyrannical island lord was terrified!

As expected, even the island lord was afraid of them, who had already mastered divine skills.

After playing it once, they excitedly started playing it a second time.

Everyone was lost in their own fantasy world—a wonderful world without homework or corporal punishment.

A bright future awaits us!

"Come on, let's do it again! This time, we'll advance layer by layer, using our divine powers as we go! Let's crash into the island lord's house!" the tall native shouted.

He had only sung "The Times Are Calling" three times, but he was so excited that he was now sweating profusely.

So all the natives began to the Times Are Calling for the fourth time, advancing step by step.

It looked like the natives in the front row were about to crash into the Manor Lord Seven Lives Talisman's house.

Just then... a deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the distance.

Rumble rumble rumble~~

The sound was like thunder, its echoes rolling on.

Then came the sound of waves, the sound of churning water.

The natives who were performing their divine powers suddenly stopped, and the shouts from the natives behind them were also abruptly cut off.

"What happened?" the tall native asked in a deep voice—thunder? No way, the Bright Moon is bright and the stars are few, there's no sign of thunder or rain.

"It's the beach! Suddenly a column of water shot up more than ten meters high!" a sharp-eyed native exclaimed.

"Who will go and see what happened?" the tall native shouted.

Just then, a young native boy came running from the beach. "Oh no! We've found the island owner! The island owner is on the beach!"

The island owner is on the sea, not in the house?

All the natives who had just been reciting "The Times Are Calling" and thought the island lord was scared were suddenly very embarrassed.

[The island owner is by the sea; is the thunder related to him?]

The tall native gritted his teeth. "Then let's go to the beach to find him. Let's maintain our momentum. We can do it! Think about the heavy workload, think about the food, think about not being beaten up. Let's show our spirit!"

"That's right, that imposing aura just now!" all the natives immediately affirmed.

So the natives marched toward the beach in a mighty force, determined to rebel against the island's ruler!

Soon, a large group of natives arrived at the beach in a menacing manner.

Then they froze.

In their sight, the island owner was standing on the beach... The island owner, who always wore a black trench coat and had a cool expression, was now dressed in a clean white training uniform and cloth shoes.

Then, the island lord appeared to be practicing his martial arts.

The island owner suddenly leaped high into the air, a jump of over fifteen meters! Is that even a human being can jump that high? Are you kidding me?

Immediately afterwards, the island lord's right leg straightened out in mid-air, and then his leg was seen to strike repeatedly.

A series of kicks?!

The next moment, something terrible happened.

The island lord's toes kicked out visible streaks of pure white energy.

The energy blasts, after flying out, transformed into the shapes of dragons and tigers in mid-air before crashing into the water.

This scene is simply surreal; it's not human at all.

This is something only a deity could accomplish, right?

Boom boom boom boom~~

Rumble rumble rumble~~

When the dragon-shaped energy slammed into the sea, a series of explosions created a whirlpool on the surface. The whirlpool lingered for five or six breaths, and the sea surface remained submerged for a long time.

When the tiger-shaped energy strikes the sea surface, it will create a water column that is more than 20 meters high, and the water column will remain solid and not disperse.

The roar of dragons and the howl of tigers—it's both cool and stylish.

A large group of originally aggressive natives were terrified.

If the island owner had kicked them, they would have been turned into mincemeat, right?

Looking back, when the island lord conquered this small island, he did so with his bare hands, taking away the weapons of the island's warriors one by one, and then knocking them unconscious with his fists.

I never imagined he was this terrifying.

Mom, my knees are so weak.