The Candidates who had arrived in this batch had, apart from Yun Xiaomei, almost all been soldiers.
Their martial arts might not have measured up to Chen Jue's and Yun Xiaomei's, but when it came to firearms and other modern weapons, each knew more than the last.
They needed only a glance at the scorched black area Chen Jue had blasted out with one punch to recognize that something was unusual about it!
The traces left by ordinary shelling could never compare to the area before them. Only a fuel-air bomb could have done this.
A fuel-air bomb damaged its targets mainly through the overpressure and temperature field produced by detonation. Once it exploded, its high-temperature, high-pressure detonation products produced a scouring effect.
In modern warfare, fuel-air bombs were called subnuclear weapons, because the sight of one exploding really did bear some resemblance to an atomic explosion.
Chen Jue, however, had relied on the martial blood force generated by the [Pure Yang Skill] he had integrated into himself. His punch had unleashed not only the energy known as true qi within that force, but also blood burning at high temperatures, mixed with the imprint of the Pure Yang Fist, as radiant as the sun.
A single strike had been comparable to a low-yield fuel-air bomb hitting the ground, blasting a clearing straight out of the woods at the foot of the mountain.
Unfortunately, Chen Jue could hardly explain that he had punched this clearing into existence. Afraid of frightening these ordinary people, he laughed it off, chatting with Sun Wu and the others to change the subject while taking an entrenching shovel to help clear away the scorched earth.
The supply crates were opened one after another, and everyone worked together to take out the camouflage engineering tents for their