"Clang—!"
A deafening crash rang out.
Everyone thought that fist would be smashed into pulp.
Yet.
What broke was the wolf-toothed club forged from refined iron!
The giant froze.
The cheers from the stands also came to an abrupt stop.
Tang Shuo's fist continued forward and struck the giant in the chest.
"Pfft—"
The giant's mountain-like body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the arena wall before sliding down.
His chest had completely caved in, and blood sprayed wildly from his mouth. He was clearly beyond saving.
One punch.
Instant kill.
The entire arena fell into dead silence.
A moment later.
Cheers even more frenzied than before erupted.
"9527!"
"9527!"
Tang Shuo withdrew his fist and walked down from the arena expressionlessly.
To him, this was only the beginning.
In the days that followed.
Tang Shuo became a regular at the Hell Arena.
The second match, the third match, the tenth match...
His opponents ranged from Soul Ancestors to Soul Kings, then Soul Emperors.
No matter who stood against him, he used only one move.
One move to kill.
He never used soul skills, nor did he ever reveal his martial soul.
What he used was always the purest form of physical strength.
He was tempering his body through this most primal and bloodiest of methods.
Every punch, every block, every kill made his physical body stronger.
His body was adapting to the laws of slaughter here.
His blood craved even more blood.
Gradually.
He gained a new title in Slaughter City.
"One-Punch Asura."
Everyone knew that a monster codenamed 9527 had arrived at the Hell Arena.
Every one of his matches was packed to capacity.
Because everyone wanted to see exactly when this monster would finally use a second move.
Time passed day