Jiang Han vs. Brute Strength King, Complete Victory!

Jiang Han vs. Brute Strength King, Complete Victory!

"Look, what's that golden medicinal herb in Brute Strength King's mouth?" A disciple seemed to have noticed something and could not help calling out.

"It's Adamantine Bodhi!"

A disciple recognized the golden medicinal herb in the girl's mouth.

Just as he was about to say something else, there was a crack as the herb was crushed between the girl's teeth.

"She... she's really not human..."

Listening to the crisp chewing beside them and watching the girl's little mouth smack away as if she were eating snacks,

some of the disciples who recognized the Adamantine Bodhi subconsciously swallowed, horror appearing on their faces.

Though Adamantine Bodhi was not particularly high-grade, its body was as sturdy as black iron. Even ordinary flames could not refine it.

Yet now,

that girl in white had effortlessly chewed it apart with her teeth, as if she were eating candy.

Hearing the disciple beside him say she was not human, Jiang Han nodded in agreement.

Because the girl in white truly was not human—a Void Ancient Dragon that had eaten Transformation Grass!

"Are you two fighting? My fists happen to be itching. Count me in."

After finishing the Adamantine Bodhi, the girl in white known as Brute Strength King leaped onto the arena and bared her neat, pearly teeth at Wu Yang and You Peng.

Seeing the innocent smile on the girl in white's face, Wu Yang and You Peng shuddered at the same time.

"You two are not allowed to run. Whoever runs first, I'll chase down and beat up."

Watching the two keep backing away, the girl in white noticed their intentions.

She then waved her pale little fist, her lark-like voice carrying a heavy threat.

Hearing the girl in white's words, Wu Yang and You Peng's faces instantly turned liver-colored.

You Peng especially regretted accepting Wu Yang's challenge.

Around the arena, the disciples who had scattered gathered again from afar. Looking at the girl in white on the platform, they could not help shrinking their necks.

At the same time, each of them mourned for the two men on the arena.

As for Jiang Han, he watched the girl in white with a smile, openly sizing her up from head to toe.

"Come on! Attack together! Hit me!"

The girl in white recklessly beckoned at the two young men.

"Senior Sister Zi Yan, please go easy on us! If you get serious, one punch from you might turn this body of mine into meat paste on the spot."

Wu Yang and You Peng exchanged a glance. Their lives were truly miserable.

Both were Dou Ling Eight Stars. Though they ranked among the top ten of the Strong Ranking, compared to the monster before them, the gap was like heaven and earth.

"What are you afraid of? Senior Sister just wants to loosen your muscles."

Zi Yan looked at the two with a wicked grin and added, "If you still won't attack, then I'll make the first move."

Hearing Zi Yan's words, the two sighed helplessly.

The next moment.

Dou Qi surged rapidly within You Peng's body, and the skin over his body instantly turned rock-like, carrying a faint grayish-white hue.

He stepped forward, and with a thunderous boom, swung out two pitch-black iron hammers.

At the same time, Wu Yang half-crouched and bent at the waist, exerting force as the weapon in his hand shot toward Zi Yan like lightning from a tricky angle.

Facing the two fierce attacks, Zi Yan neither dodged nor evaded. She casually extended her two fair little hands.

Bang!

Accompanied by two dull thuds, Zi Yan accurately and effortlessly caught both of their weapons.

Under the gazes of the surrounding disciples, Zi Yan's fair little hands seemed to have become unbreakable steel clamps.

No matter how the two pulled, they could not reclaim control of their weapons from her hands.

Whoosh!

At that moment, accompanied by the sound of air tearing, Zi Yan's figure vanished strangely.

At this instant.

Wu Yang and You Peng's pupils suddenly contracted as fear rose in their hearts.

But before they could react, that vanished petite figure appeared before them.

Boom!

Under their horrified gazes, a seemingly delicate fist pressed against their chests.

Two miserable screams rang in everyone's ears.

On the arena, two figures shot backward like cannonballs, flying dozens of meters through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"My fists don't itch anymore."

Zi Yan patted her hands, looking utterly satisfied.

In the distance, Wu Yang and You Peng wailed in deep pits, not daring to get up.

Watching Zi Yan smugly stand on the platform like a little adult, the onlookers wanted to laugh but remained silent from beginning to end out of fear.

Only Jiang Han, seeing Zi Yan's playful nature, could not help shaking his head and laughing aloud.

"Are you laughing at me?!"

That unique laughter made Zi Yan notice Jiang Han grinning at her. Her delicate brows immediately furrowed.

"This guy is way too bold!"

"Who is he? I don't think I've seen him before."

"Let's see, there are still six months until this year's Outer Courtyard Competition."

"I bet he's one of last year's newcomers. He's just such a shut-in that we don't know him."

"That makes sense. If he went out more often, he wouldn't have failed to hear about Brute Strength King's brutality."

"But everyone has gotten to know him today."

The disciples' gazes followed Zi Yan and shifted to Jiang Han.

"Get up here! My fists are itching again!"

Seeing that Jiang Han did not respond, Zi Yan shouted angrily.

"Ah, what a pitiful fellow."

"He'll probably end up even worse than Wu Yang and You Peng."

As soon as Zi Yan spoke, the gathered spectators not far away looked at Jiang Han with sympathy.

At this point, Wu Yang and You Peng finally dared climb out of their pits and quietly blend into the crowd.

There was no schadenfreude in the way they looked at Jiang Han, only pity.

"You bastard! Can't you hear me talking?!"

Zi Yan planted her hands on her hips, her flat chest trembling with anger. "Since you won't come up, then I'll come down!"

With that, Zi Yan leaped off the arena.

"Little girl, I'm just passing through. There's no need to fight, is there?"

Jiang Han examined Zi Yan at close range and spoke kindly.

"Who told you to laugh at me? Passing through doesn't make a difference!"

Hearing Jiang Han's words, Zi Yan snorted coldly as a powerful aura spread out.

After saying that, Zi Yan strode toward Jiang Han.

With every step she took, the Bluestone Bricks beneath her feet cracked inch by inch, leaving behind deep footprints.

When she was roughly two meters away from Jiang Han, Zi Yan suddenly accelerated and threw a punch.

Zi Yan was incredibly fast, and her fist produced a shrill sonic boom as it rubbed against the air.

Facing Zi Yan's attack, Jiang Han's expression did not change in the slightest, and the smile remained on his lips.

As Zi Yan's fist entered within half a meter of him, Jiang Han extended his right hand. Light flowed across his palm as he lightly sent out a palm strike.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided!

There was no scene of Jiang Han being sent flying as everyone had expected.

Instead, there was only a sight that stunned them all.

"How is this possible?! That guy actually caught Brute Strength King's punch!"

"Are we seeing things?!"

"Brute Strength King must have held back at the last moment. She was afraid of beating that guy to death."

Seeing Jiang Han receive Brute Strength King's punch without moving an inch, the disciples all cried out.