78: Chapter 78 Overestimating One's Abilities

"Buzz——!"

As the unfathomable mixed attributes within Su Chen's body erupted like a vast ocean,

and as Long Chen's massive dragon claw was less than ten centimeters away from the top of Su Chen's head in an absolute blind spot,

Su Chen's figure unexpectedly vanished into thin air without any warning, right before everyone's eyes!

There were no flashy spatial displacement skills, nor any fancy special effects of psychic light and shadow.

It was a pure, absolute, and terrifying physical speed that had completely surpassed the capturing limit of a carbon-based organism's retina!

"What?!"

Long Chen's dark red vertical pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinheads. His violent, certain-kill strike had only crushed a slowly dissipating afterimage.

An unprecedented sense of fatal crisis, like a cold poisonous snake, instantly shot up from his tailbone to the crown of his head.

Before his massive half-dragon body could even lunge forward due to inertia,

a cold whisper, like it came from the Nine Hells, suddenly and abruptly exploded in his ear.

"Loach, your speed is too slow."

At some point, Su Chen's tall and slender figure had appeared like a ghost beside Long Chen's defenseless and massive flank.

Su Chen slightly twisted his somewhat stiff neck, and the sound of his bones popping was a crisp, scalp-numbing series of explosions.

Then.

His right fist, which bore no weapon and lacked even a hint of mecha protection, pulled a piercing sonic boom cloud through the air due to its extreme speed.

There were no flashy moves, only the ultimate violence that perfectly integrated countless terrifying attributes into one, enough to shatter all illusions!

"Boom——!!!"

Su Chen's seemingly ordinary punch, with an incomparable posture of absolute crushing dominance, landed solidly and fiercely on Long Chen's broad chest, which was covered in the thickest dark red dragon scales!

In an instant.

Time across the entire wasteland plain seemed to fall into an incredibly eerie standstill at this moment.

"Crack... Crack, crack!"

A series of hair-raising, dense cracking sounds, like precious porcelain being ruthlessly smashed by a hammer, echoed clearly across the deathly silent plain.

Long Chen's pride and joy, the silver grade-peak [Mad Dragon Scales] that he claimed even armor-piercing rounds couldn't penetrate,

shattered into a large-scale collapse the moment they touched Su Chen's fist, just like a layer of fragile, laughable potato chips!

The terrifying physical kinetic energy, violent as a tsunami, penetrated Long Chen's sternum without resistance, crazily destroying every inch of his internal organs and meridians.

"Pfft—!"

Long Chen's vertical pupils bulged out instantly, and his hideous half-dragon face contorted completely. He opened his blood-filled maw, which was full of fangs, and uncontrollably sprayed out a mist of blood several meters long.

Immediately following that.

Under the ghost-struck, dull gazes of the thousands of Northern Military District soldiers in the rear,

Long Chen's massive three-meter-tall body, weighing several tons, was sent flying backward toward his own army formation like a baseball struck by a giant bat, his feet leaving the ground as he turned into a dark red afterimage!

"Rumble——!"

This human-shaped cannonball made of Long Chen's flesh flew for a full hundred meters through the air before crashing with unstoppable, terrifying power into the main armor of his own heavy armored train in the rear!

Accompanied by a deafening roar of twisting steel,

the high-strength train explosion-proof steel plate, over ten centimeters thick, was actually smashed by Long Chen's flying body into a huge and wretched human-shaped crater half a meter deep, showing exaggerated radial cracks!

Long Chen's massive half-dragon body was embedded in that cold steel crater like an abstract painting nailed to a wall, with shocking blood constantly seeping out from all over his body.

In his eyes, which were once filled with arrogance and self-importance, there was now only the vacancy of impending death and a deep, incomprehensible despair.

Insta-kill!

A complete, unilateral physical dimensional strike without any suspense!

On the entire Northern Military District's position, it was so quiet that even a needle dropping on the ground could be heard clearly.

The military elites who were shouting crazily just a moment ago now all had weak legs, and their weapons fell to the ground with a "clatter."

The invincible god in their hearts, that arrogant Young Marshal Long Chen who had awakened an S-grade talent,

had... had actually been blasted away by a single punch of pure physical strength from that human youth who wasn't even holding a weapon?!

And at this moment, on the roof of the train, the pale and beautiful face of the Blood Clan Duchess Serena was completely filled with a deep awe and fear that reached into her soul.

Her slender, jade-like hands holding the red parasol were currently trembling uncontrollably.

"This... this is simply not a power a human should possess!"

Serena screamed frantically in her heart.

...

Dust and gravel from the sky slowly drifted down onto this originally deathly silent wasteland plain.

On the main armor of the flagship train, which symbolized the highest military majesty of the Northern Military District and was as massive as a mobile steel fortress,

a terrifying human-shaped crater, half a meter deep with exaggerated radial cracks, was glaringly exposed to everyone's sight.

In the center of that cold, twisted steel crater, the once-arrogant Young Marshal Long Chen, who claimed to be the child of destiny, was now slumped powerlessly like a dead dog.

The layer of silver grade-peak dark red dragon scales on his body, which originally emitted a heavy metallic luster and was said to be impenetrable even by armor-piercing rounds,

was now receding rapidly like a tide at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

Those indestructible scales fell apart with a tooth-aching "crack-crack" sound, once again revealing his pale human skin.

However, his once well-maintained skin was now covered in shocking bruises and torn, bloody gashes.

Large amounts of hot blood, mixed with fragments of broken internal organs, poured frantically from his mouth and nose like free-flowing tap water.

"This... this is impossible..."

Long Chen's dark red dragon pupils, which had become vertical due to [Mad Dragon Transformation], had now dilated back into human pupils.

In the depths of those eyes filled with scarlet bloodshot lines, there was now only extreme despair from a completely collapsed worldview and a thick, inseparable fear.

He couldn't understand why his terrifying physical body, as high as silver grade-peak, would be as fragile as low-quality tofu before this human youth, whose psychic light hadn't even flickered once.

"I am the child of destiny..."

"I am the supreme commander of the Northern Military District, I awakened an S-grade talent, I am the king destined to rule this wasteland!"

Long Chen let out a hysterical, frantic wail in his heart, like a beaten dog.

He gritted his blood-stained teeth and used the last ounce of strength in his body to try and pull his mud-like frame out of the steel crater.

His hands, covered in dirt and blood, gripped the sharp, upturned steel plates beside him. The nails on his ten fingers were completely flipped and broken from the excessive force.

But before his swaying body could fully stand straight,

a tall, slender black shadow, like a mountain blocking the sky, quietly enveloped the top of his head with a terrifying pressure that made his very soul tremble.

Su Chen had strolled over to the front of this military flagship at some unknown time.

His deep, cold eyes, which were as bottomless as an abyss, were looking down at the struggling Long Chen from above.

There was not a hint of pity in those eyes, nor any joy after defeating a strong enemy. There was only an absolute indifference, as if he were looking at a bug on the side of the road that could be crushed at will.

"Rule the wasteland?"

"A piece of trash like you, who can't even take a single punch from someone else, is worthy of such an unrealistic daydream?"

The corners of Su Chen's mouth curled into a cruel and mocking, demonic arc.

He slowly raised his right foot, clad in a high-grade black tactical military boot, and without any hesitation, stepped heavily onto Long Chen's already severely sunken chest.

"Crack——!"

A bone-chilling sound of fracturing bone, like precious porcelain being ruthlessly smashed by a hammer, sounded exceptionally piercing on the silent plain.

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

Long Chen let out a shrill scream that didn't sound human. His sternum, which had just barely begun to heal, was completely crushed into countless sharp bone fragments under Su Chen's casual step.

Those sharp bone fragments even pierced his lungs, making even breathing an extreme torture, as if ten thousand arrows were piercing his heart.

His eyes suddenly rolled back, and his meridians were completely ruined at this moment, leaving him without even a shred of resistance.

"Listen well, loach."

Su Chen's cold voice, like a death sentence, exploded in Long Chen's ear and in the ears of all the Northern Military District soldiers present.

"Before my [abyss roarer], there is no such thing as a 'regular army,' and there is no high and mighty 'Young Marshal.'"

"Here, there are only dead people and living people who must kneel and submit."

This declaration, arrogant to the extreme yet carrying an unparalleled overbearing confidence, terrified the thousands of fully armed military soldiers so much that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They held sophisticated assault rifles left over from the old era, and the train was equipped with large-caliber heavy artillery.

But before this man, who had beaten the invincible god in their hearts into a dead dog with his bare hands,

this steel legion, which usually flaunted its power and treated other players like pigs and dogs, didn't have a single person who dared to raise their gun and point it at Su Chen.