Chapter 2111: Violent Human
Translator:Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen’s fist punched the Dragon that was made of a draconic presence, and it made him into something that was like paste. Han Sen punched into the being, pulverizing all the fist came into contact with.
Pang!
When Han Sen’s fist collided with Dragon Thirty-Nine’s fist, Dragon Thirty-Nine’s face turned crooked.
His fist and arm was twisted, too. Dragon Thirty-Nine’s fist came against Han Sen’s fist like a ball hitting a sheet of steel. The finger bones cracked, making his facial expressions distort. The whole arm was made to twist, shattering the armor as it all occurred.
Han Sen’s fist was still advancing, as well. It was strong like a piston-driven pillar, driving itself straight into Dragon Thirty-Nine’s chest.
Dragon Thirty-Nine’s muscles were no match, and they immediately buckled to the force and started to cave in. His body was quick to look like a cooked shrimp. Dragon blood gushed as Han Sen’s foe went flying backwards.
Pang!
Dragon Thirty-Nine’s body came back down, digging a long trench through the earth. He eventually hit rocks. The velocity of skid was so strong, he broke through the rocks, and it was only then that he came to a stop.
Dragon Nineteen and Dragon Nine were both in shock. Their mouths were open wide in what best amounted to a fine helping of disbelief. All they could do was stare at the Dragon dust. They could not believe their eyes.
With Dragon’s bodies being what they were, it was hard to comprehend one could be defeated so easily by someone of the same tier. That punch almost killed Dragon Thirty-Nine with ease.
It wasn’t just the Dragon that were in shock, either. All the other Marquises that witnessed the fight were flabbergasted, too.
That was because it was a Dragon. The world’s bravest sorts were of the Dragon. One of them had been punched, soaring through the air like a ragdoll. It was quite scary.
"Human... dollar... What is that race... Have you heard of them before?"
"No... human... sounds so strange..."
"Scary... Even a Dragon’s body was punched that way..."
"The bodies of humans are scary."
Many creatures began to ravenously discuss the event. Dragon Thirty-Nine was soaked in his own blood, hopelessly trying to scramble out from the rubble of the rocks. His chest was still sunken and he could barely rise to his feet. Dragon blood kept pouring out of his facial orifices.
"Roar!" Dragon Thirty-Nine roared. His body expanded, and his Dragon wings possessed a frightening draconic aura. His body was suddenly overtaken by what looked like real dragon scales. His Dragon horns were shining more than ever. Overall, he was now looking like a bonafide dragon, albeit in a humanoid form.
Furthermore, the arm that had been broken by Han Sen was healed.
Dragon Thirty-Nine had become a xenogeneic. That was the form he had activated. And with him now firing on all cylinders, he approached his opponent. His body broke through space to teleport directly before Han Sen. His scaled fists came forward in a punch towards Han Sen’s chest.
The fist tore through the air and then exploded. To witness the pressure, force, and power of that soaring punch, you’d be swift to think that it could obliterate any mountain.
Another hand appeared then, though. It was one that was clad in a golden armor. It appeared directly before that newly-scaled fist. Those long, gold fingers grabbed Dragon Thirty-Nine’s incoming fist.
That scary punch was brought to a complete standstill. All of its power and desired impact vanished in less than a second. It felt as if his punch had all just been pretend, and it was all an illusion where no strength was actually used.
In everyone’s shocked eyes, the gold-armored hand moved. Dragon Thirty-Nine was then picked up by it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The strong xenogeneic body of Dragon Thirty-Nine was reduced into a mere punching bag. Han Sen grabbed it and kept swinging it up and down to create two giant craters in the ground.
Dragon Thirty-Nine’s mutant Dragon body as totally broken. After a few hits, the rigidity was lost and it became soft.
"Wa-la!" The noise of a paper being ripped sounded. Dragon Thirty-Nine’s almost-obliterated body disappeared into thin air.
"Too crazy. He can even kill a Dragon that brutally... how strong is that guy’s body..."
"He is not of the same level, surely. Dragon Thirty-Nine was quick to rip his paper, but I don’t blame him. A few more hits like that and he was bound to blow up."
"They were both Marquise, and that guy beat the Dragon. Why are the bodies of humans so scary."
"I wonder why I haven’t heard of this race before?"
...
Inside the Dragon, Dragon Nineteen was shocked. "Brother Nine, do you know what the humans are? We have never heard of the humans before; especially those that might be a higher race."
"I do not think he is a high race." Dragon Nine looked bad. Dragon Thirty-Nine was not the strongest, but it was rare to see him get tortured by a being of the same level.
The names of human and Dollar was swiftly everywhere after that fight. Marquise battles never usually received much attention, and the bronze scroll’s river area was usually too large. Not many creatures saw Han Sen’s actually commit the deed of torturing Dragon Thirty-Nine, so it wasn’t too effective.
But when Han Sen beat Dragon Thirty-Nine, the other Marquise decided to run away from him like the wind. No one dared bother him.
He was someone that could beat the Dragons. No one wanted to test if their bones were hard enough to resist a punch off him.
Han Sen wanted to find a few more guys to practice against, but there were no more Marquises in the area. Try as he might, Han Sen just couldn’t find another combatant.
Inside the Geno Being Scroll’s Viscount area, a five-or-six-year-old-looking boy with white armor was crossing a desert.
A crazy cow Viscount saw the little boy from afar. Its four-meter-tall body came towards him, as the cow’s eyes looked at the Baron’s paper.
"Sacred... Han Littleflower... Never heard of..." The crazy cow Viscount looked at the little boy and coldly said, "Shorty, no matter where you’re from, rip up that paper and get lost. If you don’t, I will kill you."
"Sacred. Han Littleflower. Pleased to meet you." Han Littleflower bowed to the crazy cow Viscount.
"Ha! You want to die!" The crazy cow Viscount shouted. Then, he threw a punch at Han Littleflower’s head. He was going to smack his head and body into pieces.
Han Littleflower was nervous. This was his first time to fight outside of Sacred. He used all he could to conduct this seriously.
"How could it be so slow... he must have used some kind of tricks... Auntie Wei did say people are evil... I need to be careful, careful, and more careful... I cannot fall for his tricks..." Littleflower thought to himself. He got up and dodged the crazy cow Viscount’s punch. He didn’t fight back, though. He wanted to see what conspiracy there was behind his enemy.
"You are good at running. Let me see where you’re going." Crazy cow Viscount roared, shook his fists, and then pursued Littleflower.