Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 154

The two of them exchanged punches like two streaks of lightning. Even an expert like Murong Cang could not make out those punches. There was a loud bang, followed by a rumbling sound; it was as if there were thunderclaps right beside their ears. Tiles and bricks from the ring were ripped out by the ripples from their punches, and dust were swirling in the air.

“W-Who won?” The crowd waited eagerly for the outcome of this astonishing battle as they lifted their gaze to see who the winner of the match was.

There was a loud bang as two silhouettes parted away from each other. Master Wu walked out from the cloud of dust and let out a complacent laugh. “Hahaha, kid, why would I fear you when I have my super powers and I’m not even vulnerable to bullets? I’m afraid now your bones are completely shattered after taking that blow from me.”

Master Wu had a grin on his face but he was puzzled when he saw Ma Sanyuan and his men staring at him with an appalled look in their eyes.

Master Wu felt a pain in his chest so he looked down toward his chest. There was a bloody hole in his chest and blood was oozing out from it.

“H-How is this possible? H-How did you injure me and how did you discover my Gate of Vitality?” Master Wu was in great disbelief. “You managed to disrupt my super powers, who are you really?”

“Bullets can't kill you, but I can!” Chu Feng strode across with a proud gaze and was showing himself off. “You’re just a refugee which escaped from the temple. You’re a wicked demon yet you dare to claim that you have supernormal powers? I’ve even decapitated the King of Gu [1] of the seven kings in the Holy Temple. So, who are you to challenge me?”

Master Wu’s face turned pale and he was still in disbelief. It was as if he had just been struck by thunder. “Y-You are Ashura!” he exclaimed in terror.

As soon as Master Wu finished his sentence, he collapsed to the ground and died on the spot. His face was filled with horror and fear until the very moment he took his last breath. It was as if the name ‘Ashura’ had filled him with dread and left a deep scar in his soul.

He was the legend who demolished the Holy Temple single-handedly and wiped out every demon in the entire western underworld.

The crowd once again fell into a pin-drop silence.

Master Wu, who was an intermediate grandmaster, had just been defeated by Chu Feng with one punch; it was that simple and straightforward.

Everyone was stunned, as if they had just been struck by lightning.

They had witnessed Master Wu’s strength who could stop bullets with his body and he could even penetrate a tank with one punch.

Even Murong Cang, who proclaimed himself to be the ‘number one expert in Jiangling’, would not survive one bout of Master Wu’s attacks; he would probably get torn apart by his opponent.

However, this young man who was standing in front of him, Chu Feng, had just demolished Master Wu. Master Wu’s body which could stop bullets earlier was just like a sheet of paper when he took that single punch from Chu Feng.