Han Sen's fist struck the roaring dragon that was the Dragon's breath. The dragon was like a piece of paper, and Han Sen's fist punched through the dragon's head. The whole Dragon's breath broke as Han Sen's fist went forward.
Pang!
Han Sen's fist and Dragon Thirty-Nine's fist collided, and Dragon Thirty-Nine's face twisted.
Dragon Thirty-Nine's fist hit Han Sen's fist, and it was like a rubber ball hitting a steel plate. His knuckles cracked, and his fist was deformed. His entire arm was twisted, and the armor he wore was broken.
But Han Sen's fists did not stop there. They were like pillars of strength, and they were pummeling Dragon Thirty-Nine's chest.
Dragon Thirty-Nine's chest and sternum collapsed. Dragon Thirty-Nine's body was bent like a cooked shrimp. Dragon blood gushed out of his orifices, and he was sent flying.
Pang!
Dragon Thirty-Nine's body created a thousand-meter-long trench in the grassland. He hit a pile of rocks and sent them flying everywhere. Only then did he come to a stop.
Dragon Nineteen and Dragon Nine, who were watching the fight, opened their eyes wide. They looked at the dragon-like dust in disbelief. They could not believe their eyes.
Dragons had strong bodies, but they had been beaten by someone of the same level. One punch had almost killed Dragon Thirty-Nine. It was hard to believe.
It wasn't just the Dragons that were shocked. All the Marquises around the grassy plains were shocked.
Those were Dragons. They were the bravest Dragons, but they had been sent flying by someone of the same level. They were like dolls. It was too scary.
"Human … Dollar … What race is that? Have you heard of it?"
"No … Human … That's a strange race."
"Too terrifying … Even a dragon's physique was beaten to such a state by a single punch …"
"The power of the human body is scary."
Many creatures were talking about what had just happened. Dragon Thirty-Nine, who was covered in blood, struggled to get up from the rubble. Half of his chest had caved in, and it was difficult for him to stand. Dragon blood oozed from his orifices.
"Roar!"
Dragon Thirty-Nine roared, and his body expanded. The Dragon wings on his back released a Dragon air, and his body was quickly covered by Dragon scales. His Dragon horns shone, and he looked like a humanoid flying dragon.
The arm that Han Sen had broken began to heal itself. It was as good as new in an instant.
Dragon Thirty-Nine, in xenogeneic form, rushed forward again. His body broke through space, and he was in front of Han Sen. His scaled fist was going to strike Han Sen's chest.
The fist tore through the air, and it made a sound like an explosion. It was like a thunderclap. It was like that punch could break a mountain.
A hand covered in gold armor suddenly appeared in front of the fist. The long fingers grabbed Dragon Thirty-Nine's scary fist.
That incredibly scary punch suddenly stopped. All of the power and impact disappeared in that one hand. It was like Dragon Thirty-Nine's punch was just for show. He hadn't used any strength.
In front of everyone's shocked eyes, the hand covered in gold armor moved. Dragon Thirty-Nine's whole body was thrown into the air. Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom! Dragon Thirty-Nine's xenogeneic body was like a broken sandbag. Han Sen threw him left and right, and he created two big craters in the ground.
Dragon Thirty-Nine's xenogeneic Dragons were broken, too. After a few hits, he was going to become soft.
Slash!
A piece of white paper was torn. Dragon Thirty-Nine's body, which was going to explode, disappeared in a twist of space.
"Too violent … Even the dragon race was brutally crushed … Just how strong is that guy's body …"
"They're not even on the same level. If Dragon Thirty-Nine hadn't been quick enough to tear up his name paper, he would've definitely been smashed apart."
"They are both Marquise, and he is beating the Dragons. Are all humans that strong?"
"Why haven't I heard of this race before?"
…
Inside the Dragons, Dragon Nineteen was shocked. "Brother Nine, do you know what race humans are?
I don't think I've heard of them before. "
"I don't think they are one of the higher races."
Dragon Nine looked glum. Although Dragon Thirty-Nine was not the strongest Marquise Dragon, it was rare for him to be beaten like this by a creature of the same level.
Suddenly, the names of humans and Dollar began to spread. Because Marquise fights did not attract much attention, and the bronze scroll was too big, not many people saw Han Sen beat up Dragon Thirty-Nine. So, it didn't make much of an impact.
But after Han Sen beat up Dragon Thirty-Nine, the Marquises all ran away like the wind. No one dared come after Han Sen.
A guy who could beat up Dragons with brute force, no one wanted to use their bones to prove how strong his fists were.
Han Sen wanted to find a few more people to practice with, but the Marquises had all run away. Han Sen could not find anyone to fight.
In the Geno Being Scroll's Viscount area, a five- or six-year-old boy was walking through the desert. He was wearing white armor.
A Viscount of the Mad Bull Tribe saw the little boy from afar. His four meter tall majestic body quickly rushed over. His pair of bull eyes stared at the name paper next to the little baron.
"Sacred … Han Littleflower … I have never heard of you." Mad Cow Viscount stared at the little boy and coldly said, "Little Thing, I don't care where you come from. Tear up your paper and get the hell out of here. If you don't, I'm going to punch you."
"Sacred, Han Littleflower. Nice to meet you." Han Littleflower bowed to Mad Cow Viscount.
"Huh! You want to die?"
Mad Cow Viscount shouted. He threw a punch at Han Littleflower's head. He was going to smash Han Littleflower's head into his stomach and turn him into a meat patty.
Han Littleflower was nervous. This was the first time he had fought a creature that wasn't Sacred. He was going all out, and his face behind his mask looked very serious.
"Why is he so slow? Something must have happened. Auntie Mei said people are dangerous. I have to be careful. I can't fall for his tricks," Littleflower thought to himself. He quickly got up and dodged Mad Cow Viscount's punch. He didn't fight back, though. He wanted to see what he was up to.
"You are good at running, kid. Let's see where you can run to!" Mad Cow Viscount roared. He threw a punch at Littleflower.