A One-Punch Freak Is Terrifying Indeed

Bang!

The dull impact seemed to carry a demonic resonance, striking straight into the depths of everyone's souls.

A fist gleaming with black light smashed down with fierce force onto a large bald head.

The utterly unshakable sight truly made people wonder what material that bald head was made of.

Especially those dead fish eyes, which were the finishing touch.

They made the pirates present, brimming with murderous intent, feel as though Weevil was throwing a fake punch.

"Quick, get up there! He must be forcing himself to hold on! One punch might not kill him, but there's no way he can withstand attacks from a hundred people, or even a thousand!" Miss Bakkin's expression changed as well. With no time to think, she cried out urgently.

"Mommy's right! I'll hammer you to death!" Weevil bellowed nasally, sniffling his ever-present snot.

He swung his fist coated in Armament Haki and smashed it toward Qin Yu's back of the head again.

This time, however, Qin Yu suddenly raised his head.

His left hand lightly pressed down on the incoming fist.

Bang!

The dull collision rang out once more.

The evenly matched impact sent violent gusts sweeping outward.

Yet Qin Yu's much smaller arm did not bend in the slightest.

He raised his head slightly and said, "Your little pink fist is even pinker than a woman's."

"But I hate it when people interrupt me. You can disappear now."

As his words fell, Qin Yu suddenly clenched the fingers of his right hand.

The instant his fingers tightened, the air itself seemed to explode in his grasp.

As his knuckles crackled, an indescribable sense of danger swept across the battlefield like an invisible wave.

However, what made Zephyr and the others feel that something was wrong was the listless expression on that