The Might of One Punch, Cowing All

Zang Xin finally could no longer sit still.

He suddenly flew out from behind Yun Ming and blocked the army's path.

His face was livid, his eyes filled with rage, and his voice was shrill and urgent.

"Chen Yu, you have no evidence and no right to search the Tang Sect!"

As the Tang Sect's Sect Master, he could not possibly stand by and watch the Federation army search the Tang Sect.

Once the army entered the Tang Sect...

Could those secrets still be kept?

Could those records still be hidden?

The secret base in Skysea City could no longer be protected.

If the Tang Sect headquarters in Shrek City was searched and seized as well, then the Tang Sect would truly be finished.

Chen Yu spoke calmly.

"Sect Master Zang need not worry. Once we finish searching the Tang Sect, won't the evidence be there?"

His tone was casual, as though he were discussing something utterly ordinary.

Zang Xin froze where he stood.

What kind of nonsense was that?

Who convicted someone first and searched for evidence afterward?

Wasn't that putting the cart before the horse?

Wasn't that twisting black into white?

Zang Xin opened his mouth, wanting to refute him, wanting to rebuke him, only to realize that he did not know what to say.

Chen Yu's logic was absurd, but before absolute strength, even the most absurd logic could become truth.

He wanted to intervene.

As the Tang Sect's Sect Master and the Affectionate Douluo, he had both the responsibility and obligation to protect the Tang Sect.

He could not stand by and watch the Federation army storm into the Tang Sect. He could not stand by and watch its twenty-thousand-year foundation be destroyed in an instant.

Even if he knew he was no match for Chen Yu...

He still had to try.

But in the next second, Chen Yu's figure flashed.

He was so fast that he did not even leave behind an afterimage.

A moment earlier, he had stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zang Xin.

The next moment...

He had already appeared in front of Zang Xin.

It was as though the scene had been edited, with no transition and no warning in between.

Another punch.

The exact same punch he had used against Chen Xinjie.

Plain and unadorned, without flashy moves or dazzling Soul Skills, containing only power in its purest extreme.

The instant that punch shot out, the air let out a piercing explosion, and space itself seemed to tear apart.

Zang Xin's pupils abruptly contracted. He wanted to dodge.

But it was already too late.

That fist seemed to have transcended the limits of time. At the exact moment he sensed the danger...

It had already slammed heavily into his chest.

"Bang—!"

A dull impact exploded through the night sky.

Zang Xin's body was sent flying backward as though he had been struck by a mountain.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, scattering a horrifying mist of crimson through the air.

After flying more than a hundred meters, his body fell straight down like a kite with its string cut.

He was severely injured and knocked unconscious on the spot.

The Tang Sect's Sect Master, the Affectionate Douluo, a super powerhouse who stood at the pinnacle of the continent...

Could not even withstand a single punch from Chen Yu.

His body crashed onto the tower of Shrek City's eastern gate, then rolled to the ground and lay motionless.

And throughout all this...

Not a single person dared to speak up and stop him.

Shrek's elders turned their faces away, not daring to look in Chen Yu's direction.

At this moment, their bodies were trembling faintly.

Some closed their eyes, some lowered their heads, and some pretended to look elsewhere.

No one dared to speak for Zang Xin.

Even less did anyone dare to stand up for the Tang Sect.

Those Title Douluo who normally stood above all others, arrogant and untouchable, now drooped like frostbitten eggplants.

Their pride, their confidence, their arrogance—all of it was like a castle on the beach before Chen Yu's absolute strength, smashed to pieces by a single wave.

Only Yun Ming flushed red with shame and fury, the redness spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

His fists were clenched tightly.

His breathing was heavy and rapid.

The flames of Humiliation burned in his eyes.

He was the Sky-Propping Douluo, the Pavilion Master of Shrek's Sea God Pavilion, one of the continent's strongest Peak Quasi-Gods.

Yet Chen Yu had, right before his eyes...

Seriously injured Zang Xin with one punch.

And he, from beginning to end...

Had not even dared to move.

It was not that he did not want to. He could not.

His instincts told him.

If he acted...

He would be the next one lying on the ground.

His reason told him the same thing.

Now was not the time to turn hostile...

Because Shrek still needed him.

So he could not die!

Thus, he could only watch and endure...

Bearing this unprecedented Humiliation.

And Chen Yu did not even spare Yun Ming a glance.

He withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back, his calm gaze sweeping across the skies above Shrek City.

Those elders who had turned away, those powerhouses who dared not make a sound, Yun Ming, who was ashamed and enraged yet dared not strike...

In his eyes, they were all the same.

At that moment, his voice echoed through the night sky.

"Enter the city."

Everyone was terrified.

They could only watch helplessly as the army entered Shrek City.

Those elders standing behind Yun Ming, those Title Douluo powerhouses from Shrek Academy, those great figures who normally commanded the winds and clouds across the continent and regarded everyone else with disdain...

Now stood frozen in midair like wooden statues.

Their gazes moved along with the advancing army.

But no one dared to stop them.

Because Chen Yu was still standing there.

He released no pressure, made no threatening gesture, and did not even glance at them.

But merely standing there...

He was like a towering mountain weighing upon everyone's hearts, crushing the breath from their lungs.

The tank formation entered Shrek City, steel tracks crushing over the bluestone streets with dull rumbles.

The sounds were especially clear beneath the silent night sky.

The soldiers marched in formation, the Soul Guidance Rifles in their hands reflecting a cold gleam beneath the moonlight. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, without a single unnecessary movement.

Shrek City's residents poked their heads out from their windows, watching this unfamiliar army pass through the streets, their eyes full of terror and confusion.

Some recognized them as Federation troops, and some guessed what had happened, but no one dared to make a sound.

They merely hid behind their windows, silently witnessing an unprecedented Humiliation for this holy city that had stood for ten thousand years.

Yu Guanzhi looked toward the adjutant beside him and gave a slight nod.

The adjutant understood. He strode forward and arrived at the spot where Zang Xin had fallen.

At that moment, Zang Xin lay amid broken stones and rubble, his eyes tightly shut and his face pale as paper.

Expressionless, the adjutant bent down and took out a silver-white restraining device from his waist. With a click, he fastened it around Zang Xin's wrist.

The instant the restraining device locked shut, it gave off a crisp metallic clang.

Zang Xin's body twitched faintly. It was an instinctive physical reaction to the device sealing his Soul Power.

But he still did not awaken.

Because he had already completely passed out.

Then, the adjutant straightened up and waved his hand. Two soldiers stepped forward, supporting Zang Xin from either side and dragging him toward the tanks.

Zang Xin's feet dragged two long trails across the ground. His clothes were torn by the rubble and covered in dust and blood.

This Tang Sect Sect Master, once a powerhouse who stood at the continent's peak...

Was now dragged away like a dead dog.

The Shrek elders present watched this scene.

Some closed their eyes, some turned away, and some gritted their teeth.

But still, no one spoke.