561: Chapter 561 I'll Fight Your Soul Out!

"A devil!"

"He's a devil!"

The soldiers of Delrosia City had never seen such a frenzied man before. Every one of them turned pale with fright, their hearts trembling with terror.

The soldiers at the front wanted to retreat, but as anyone who has been to a concert knows, when a crowd surges forward, even if you want to step back, the tide of people behind you will simply sweep you along.

This was exactly the situation facing the soldiers confronting Xiang Yu.

Their hearts were filled with fear and they desperately wanted to retreat, but the people behind them wouldn't budge. They could only be pushed forward by the crowd, involuntarily drawing closer to Xiang Yu like moths to a flame—knowing the danger but unable to break free.

*Gulp!*

Looking at Xiang Yu, whose body was as strong as a bull and whose arms were thicker than his own thighs, Bharata Singh watched as those red-lit double pupils glared at him viciously. He couldn't help but swallow hard, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible giant hand.

As he stared directly into Xiang Yu's double pupils, he felt for a moment as if he had returned to his childhood, facing a massive Bengal tiger. That bone-deep fear surged into his heart once more. Xiang Yu's distorted black demonic shadow loomed over him like a dark cloud, rapidly enveloping him.

At this moment, Bharata Singh's mind went completely blank, his thoughts seemingly coming to a standstill.

A person's mind only goes blank when they are under extreme tension, and that was exactly what was happening to Bharata Singh right now.

Fortunately, he had a shield in his hand. Out of sheer terror, he instinctively held the shield across his chest as if it were his final lifeline.

A thunderous *bang* rang out, sounding like a cannonball exploding. Xiang Yu's fist, larger than a clay pot and carrying the force of an overwhelming mountain range, slammed directly into the shield in his hand.

The shield was meticulously crafted from hard wood and wrapped in a thick layer of leather on the outermost side, designed to effectively stop the slashes of enemy swords and axes.

However, under Xiang Yu's heavy, powerful punch, this seemingly sturdy shield was like paper. It shattered instantly, sending wood chips and leather fragments flying in all directions.

The momentum of Xiang Yu's fist did not diminish as it landed directly on Bharata Singh's chest.

Although most of the force had been absorbed by the shield, the remaining impact still felt like a lightning strike to Bharata Singh. He was sent flying backward like a puppet with its strings cut.

After hitting the ground, his body continued to roll uncontrollably, kicking up a cloud of dust.

It was as if that punch had knocked the very soul out of Bharata Singh. In truth, his physical injuries were not that severe, but his courage had been completely pulverized by Xiang Yu.

He watched helplessly as the large shield in his hand was blown apart by the opponent's fist. The visual impact of this scene was too great, filling his heart with despair and dread.

Faced with such a terrifying enemy, he no longer had the courage to fight and simply lay on the ground, playing dead. He truly lacked the bravery to continue fighting such a horrifying devil.

"Kill him for me!"

"Kill him!"

Rajesh Singh Delrosia also saw the cowardice of his soldiers. He was anxious and roared loudly.

Pressed by the tyrannical authority Rajesh Singh Delrosia had accumulated over many years, the soldiers could only bite the bullet and charge forward.

Xiang Yu's gaze locked onto one of the soldiers, and he threw a vicious punch.