164: One punch. Just one punch.

Shadow Kingdom, Deep Sea Royal Court

A massive water curtain hung in mid-air, clearly reflecting the absurd scene on the Reef Wasteland—before an army of thirty thousand iron-blooded troops, a four or five-year-old child stood alone, facing Warlord Baho, who loomed like a mountain of blood.

The Shadow Scale Clan nobles standing around could not suppress their sneers, whispering to each other, full of mockery.

However, on the throne, the face of King Salazar was frozen, devoid of any smile.

His abyss-like vertical pupils were locked onto the small figure in the water curtain, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on the dragon bone armrest.

"Moros," Salazar's voice was low, breaking the frivolous atmosphere within the Royal Court. "How do you view this 'child'?"

Minister of Internal Affairs Moros stepped forward. His slimy tentacles twitched uneasily, and his murky eyes were filled with confusion and gravity:

"Your Majesty... this old servant... cannot see through him. In terms of Realm, he has indeed not reached Awakening, like a newly born egg. However..."

He took a deep breath of the cold seawater, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling:

"However, within the depths of the powerful Bloodline of those thirty thousand troops, a mixture of humans and giant bears, there is a trace of Aura originating from this child! This is no coincidence! Your Majesty, this child... is extremely dangerous! This old servant suggests, no need to probe, immediately let Galakron take action and use absolute power to thoroughly obliterate him, so as to avoid..."

"Granted!" Salazar suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Moros, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Order Baho and Selina to stop playing around, let Galakron..."

Before his order could be fully spoken, the scene within the water curtain changed abruptly!

... Reef Wasteland

"Heh, is it very funny?"

Just at the moment when the boisterous laughter of the one hundred thousand Blood Scale Guards and Selina's vicious teasing reached its peak, the little boy, whom everyone regarded as a joke, raised his eyes.

No warning, no afterimage.

"Boom!!!" A dull sonic boom exploded on the spot! The ground beneath Su Chen's feet instantly cracked and sank!

The next moment, his small body, like a meteorite shot from an invisible giant bow, appeared out of thin air in front of the wildly laughing Blood Scale Warlord, Baho!

The speed was extreme! The violent gale wind it stirred up, like a physical shockwave, slammed fiercely against Baho's heavy crimson scale armor, emitting a "thud" sound, causing the scales to rub violently and sparks to fly everywhere!

The ferocious and arrogant smile on Baho's face instantly froze and stiffened!

A sense of unprecedented, deadly crisis stemming from life's instinct pierced into his heart like an ice pick, making the blood in his entire body almost instantly congeal!

In his huge pupils, that slowly raised, fair, and small fist was reflected.

"Little brat! Playing tricks!! Die for me!!!"

Baho was, after all, a battle-hardened Warlord; the shock lasted only for an instant before being replaced by rage.

He let out a beast-like roar, the muscles in his arms bulging like coiled dragons. Boom! The terrifying power of the 160th Realm, reaching as high as 130,000 points, erupted without reservation!

He gripped the door-sized bloody giant axe tightly with both hands, his arms driving his waist and abdomen, twisting his entire body's strength into one force, carving out a crimson arc that tore through the air, carrying the Aura to crush mountains, and struck down fiercely towards the small fist in front of him!

He wanted to split this posturing brat and his ridiculous fist into two halves!

Fist and axe were about to collide. Under the gaze of countless eyes—some mocking, some astonished, some grave—that fair, seemingly fragile little fist gently and precisely landed on the sharpest point of the violently descending giant axe's blade.

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment. Crack!!! A sound of shattering, crisp to the extreme yet resounding through the Soul, exploded like a thunderclap!

In the reflection of Baho's pupils, which had suddenly shrunk to pinpoints and were filled with disbelief, his bloody giant axe—which had tasted countless blood, was forged by the kingdom's top craftsmen, and was imbued with solid runes—the moment it made contact with that little fist—the blade, like glass crushed by the force of billions of tons, shattered instantly!

It exploded into countless metal fragments flashing with blood light, shooting backward! The trend of shattering did not pause in the slightest, spreading like lightning along the sturdy axe handle!

Crack! Crack! Crack!!! The axe handle, crafted from a mixture of refined steel and abyss cold iron, broke and disintegrated inch by inch like a fragile dry branch!

That small fist, wrapped in a terrifying force field visible to the naked eye that distorted space, shattered the axe blade, crushed the axe handle, and followed a straight, destructive trajectory, ignoring all obstacles, instantly piercing through Baho's chest, which was covered in heavy crimson scale armor and blocked by his crossed arms!

Puchi!!! A dull and crisp sound of flesh being forcibly pierced.

The fist emerged through his body, punching out from Baho's broad back, bringing with it a spray of boiling hot blood mixed with visceral fragments.

Baho's massive body stiffened suddenly, his violent Aura instantly dissipating like a punctured balloon.

He looked down, looking with disbelief at the huge, hole in his chest that went through from front to back, and at the small, bloodless hand that had pierced out from his body.

"Im... pos... sible..." A wheezing sound of leaking air came from his throat, and the luster in his eyes dimmed rapidly.

Su Chen was expressionless, slowly withdrawing his small hand.

Baho's tower-like body swayed, then, like a golden mountain collapsing and jade pillars toppling, crashed onto the dark red land of the wasteland, splashing up a cloud of dust. Blood Scale Warlord, Baho, dead!

On the wasteland, the boisterous laughter of the one hundred thousand Blood Scale Guards came to an abrupt halt. Dead silence spread instantly like a plague.

The smiles on the faces of all the Shadow Scale Clan warriors froze, turning into complete bewilderment, and then into indescribable horror.

The playfulness and cruelty on Princess Selina's face disappeared completely, replaced by a deathly pallor. She covered her red lips, her beautiful eyes wide open, filled with absurdity and fear.

One punch. Just one punch. Crushing the giant axe, piercing the scale armor, and killing the 160th Realm Blood Scale Warlord!

That "nursing baby" they had wantonly mocked... what kind of monster was he exactly?!

... Divine Summer, Dragon Abyss Pavilion Command Center

On the huge circular main screen, real-time footage from the distant Shadow Kingdom frontline was being displayed in split screens.

"Pfft—hahahaha!!!" Marshal Lei Zhen slapped the console hard, causing the tea cups on it to clatter. He laughed so hard he leaned back and forth, his rough laughter almost blowing the roof off the command center.

"Hahaha! Satisfying! Truly damn satisfying! This bunch of blind fish bastards actually took our His Highness Kraken for an ordinary child?! They dared to get close for hand-to-hand combat?! With their pitiful brain capacity, they probably couldn't even dream of what kind of existence they were facing!"