A Brat Who Didn't Know His Limits, One-Punch KO

The Hidden Weapon has arrived!

"Ding ding ding ding--!!!"

The sounds of metal clashing were continuous and dense, like a downpour hitting a tin roof.

The poisoned Hidden Weapon struck the Lightning Barrier, instantly being deflected, knocked away, or burned red-hot.

Some were directly melted into molten iron by the electric current, dripping onto the ground and making a hissing sound.

Toxic smoke rose up, but it was dissipated by electricity before it could spread.

Three seconds.

In just three seconds, all the Hidden Weapon fell to the ground and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

"!!!"

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

His most powerful Hidden Weapon weapon technique, his trump card, was just... so easily neutralized?

"How is this possible?!"

His mind went blank.

When she looked up again, she found that Lin Qingmo was no longer there.

Where are they?

"Just Sparring."

A cold voice came from the side.

Tang San's hair stood on end, and he abruptly turned his head!

Lin Qingmo had already appeared beside him at some point, less than half a meter away.

That face, which was always expressionless, was now as still as a lake in winter.

"You couldn't resist using lethal force?"

That was a very light question.

But Tang San sensed the anger in his voice.

He opened his mouth to explain, to say it was just a subconscious reaction, to say he didn't really intend to kill anyone.

But Lin Qingmo didn't give him a chance.

One punch!

He punched Tang San in the stomach.

Tang San felt as if his internal organs had been turned inside out, and a sharp pain exploded within him. His vision went black, and he almost fainted.

His body arched like a shrimp, and a fishy, sweet taste filled his mouth.

That's not all.

An electric current traveled up his fist and into his body.

The numbness started in my abdomen and spread like countless tiny needles piercing every muscle and nerve.

He began to convulse uncontrollably, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and onto the ground.

Then he flew away.

"Whoosh!"

It crashed heavily onto the grass dozens of meters away, rolling several times before finally stopping.

He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him; his hands and feet were shaking.

My vision grew increasingly blurry until finally everything went completely black.

Before he lost consciousness, the last sounds he heard were Lin Qingmo's footsteps as she turned around, and a very soft voice.

"What a shameless little beast."

Tang San stopped moving completely.

Lin Qingmo turned around and looked at the edge of the field, where two people were still standing.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong.

The two of them seemed frozen in place, completely still.

Oscar was still holding the freshly conjured Sausage in his hand; the Sausage was steaming hot.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floated in her palm, its light flickering like her heartbeat at that moment.

Only one thought crossed my mind—it's all over, everything's finished!

Lin Qingmo gestured with his chin toward them.

"It's just the two of you."

The sound wasn't loud, but in the deathly silent space, it was eerily clear.

Oscar was jolted awake.

He looked down at the Sausage in his hand, then at Lin Qingmo, and then did something shameful but wise—he threw the Sausage away.

It was thrown far away, like a hot potato.

"I surrender!"

He raised his hands, his voice slightly trembling.

"Big brother, I was wrong! I'm not fighting anymore! I admit defeat!"

Ning Rongrong also came to her senses.

She quickly put the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda back, her movements as swift as if she were afraid of it being stolen.

"I give up too!"

Lin Qingmo looked at them for two seconds, then nodded.

"OK."

The lightning surrounding him slowly subsided, and his Spirit Ring dimmed.

The oppressive atmosphere that had been suffocating on the field dissipated.

The wind picked up again.

The wind blew across the scorched grass, across the scattered Hidden Weapon, and across the unconscious people.

He also blew the whistle on two middle-aged men on the sidelines who were completely dumbfounded.

Yu Xiaogang stood there, like a stone sculpture.

The thick Theoretical Notes in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point.

He spread out a few pages, which rustled in the wind, but he didn't pick them up.

He didn't even notice.

All my attention, all my thoughts, all my cognition were completely shattered by that three-minute battle.

Grind it into powder, scatter it in the wind, and not a single drop remains.

My mind went completely blank.

Then countless chaotic thoughts surged in, crowding together and giving him a headache.

What's going on?

What just happened?

Dai Mubai was blasted away with a single punch, Ma Hongjun was thrown out with his mouth pinched, Zhu Zhuqing was easily deflected, Xiao Wu was gently subdued, and Tang San was knocked down with a single punch.

Seven Soul Master, absolutely geniuses among their peers, were all gone in three minutes, just three minutes!

Yu Xiaogang's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

My throat feels like it's blocked by something; it's dry and painful.

He swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Then he heard his own voice, very soft and trembling.

"... This is impossible."

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Even a Soul Ancestor with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring couldn't possibly be this strong.

This is not scientific, no, this is not the study of Soul Master.

The Soul Power Level was there—yet Lin Qingmo managed to achieve it.

In the simplest and most brutal way, crush all his theories, calculations, and deductions underfoot.

Yu Xiaogang's body began to tremble.

It's not fear.

It's because of excitement.

An almost pathological excitement!

He stared at the boy in the center of the field.

Only one thought was screaming wildly in my mind—the secret!

He must be hiding something!

How do you get Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Why is Blue Silver Grass getting lightning again?

How come lightning is so powerful?

Each question felt like a hook, pricking at his heart and making him itch unbearably.

He must know, he must understand!

Such talent, such strength, such a secret...

If he can thoroughly study it, if he can grasp the underlying principles, if he can incorporate it into his theory,

Then his theory would no longer be just empty talk!

Then he can truly prove himself, prove it to all those who look down on him.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, almost frighteningly so.

It was a mixture of shock, greed, resentment, and longing, like a pot of boiling soup, bubbling and gurgling.

Flender, standing nearby, wasn't in much better shape either.

He wasn't trembling, but his mouth remained open for a long time, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"My goodness..."

He muttered to himself, his voice as ethereal as if he were sleepwalking.

"What did this kid eat to grow up like this?"

He has lived for so many years and has seen many geniuses.

But someone like Lin Qingmo... there isn't one, not a single one!

I've seen Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring before, but I've never even heard of someone being able to absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring at the fourth level.

To absorb it and then use it so skillfully is pure fantasy.

The power of that lightning was simply incredible.

He had tried Dai Mubai's White Tiger Body Shield; it was very tough.

Even Soul Ancestor would have to put in some effort to break through.

Where is Lin Qingmo?

It was crushed with a slap, like crushing an egg.

And that speed.

He knew how fast Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Stab was, having personally observed it.

But Lin Qingmo's kick as he turned around was so fast that it was just a blur.

If this were a life-or-death battle, Zhu Zhuqing would have died ten times over.

The most terrifying thing is control.

The punch that hit Dai Mubai was clearly delivered with restraint; otherwise, Dai Mubai wouldn't have just been unconscious, but would have had his internal organs ruptured.

The way he grabbed Xiao Wu's ankle was incredibly gentle.

When blocking Tang San's Hidden Weapon, he still remembered to protect Xiao Wu behind him.

Every step, every move, was as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler.

What terrifying combat instincts must that be?