The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 30

The spectators stood baffled, watching as his right arm bent out of shape at a strange angle. The fold of skin at which it was skewed was cut open, exposing a couple of broken white bones, the image gory and revolting.

"Ssss.."

The crowd sucked in their breaths at the sight.

One move! A single move by Austin had defeated Jesse, even breaking his arm in the process.

Austin's strange bodily movements and ruthless technique had the spectators astonished.

Matias narrowed his grim eyes at Austin, fury running through his veins.

"Evan, how many punches did he throw at you?"

Austin asked him in a spine-chilling voice that could freeze water. Jesse felt a shiver crawl across his body.

"Tin, he punched me more than ten times," Evan replied, his voice lilting with encouragement. Seeing what Austin just did, he grew more confident.

'Liar!' Jesse yelled out in his heart, aggrieved because as far as he remembered, he had punched Evan only four or five times. It couldn't have been as many as ten punches! He knew it would be useless to correct the number though, as Austin would never believe anything Jesse said.

"All right! Then I'll punch him the same number of times," Austin said abruptly.

He stomped and pulled his hand into a tight fist, ready to punch him. He was as fast and deadly as a cheetah chasing its prey.

Austin had just broken Jesse's right arm. He was already howling in pain and had no interest in continuing the fight.

As soon as he saw Austin's punch coming at him, he tried to flee wildly and desperately like a frightened mouse.

'You want to escape?

Where is your momentum? The arrogance you showed just now?' Austin smirked to himself.

Sneering at Jesse coldly, he used his Fish Swimming Pace, fused with the speed of the wind as he moved toward Jesse.

Within a moment, he was behind Jesse. He threw a hard punch at his back without hesitation.

Jesse felt as if he had been struck by lightning, the skin at his back bruising terribly. Bile flooded his throat, forcing his mouth to burst open indecorously. The crowd of disciples saw blood come out of his mouth as he was tossed away like he was an empty sack.

"The first punch," Austin snapped.

Pow!

Before Jesse could fall on the ground, Austin rushed to his side and threw a second furious punch at him.

Jesse's body altered its flying trajectory, now flying in the other direction.

The second!

Austin came at him for the third time.

The fourth punch!

... Austin punched him while he muttered the count. Anyone witnessed the scene before him couldn't believe his strength. Austin did not stop until he had thrown all ten punches.

"Sss, sss, sss..."

The disciples, who watched Austin beat Jesse incessantly, were petrified at the fierceness displayed.

"The tenth punch!" they heard him bellow finally.

The dull sound of a fist hitting Jesse's body followed, and they saw him being tossed away like a broken kite dismissively. Jesse was hurtled to the ground, raising a cloud of dust as he made the contact.

As the dust dispersed, Austin's thin figure revealed itself. A corner of his mouth lifted in a curl, the expression feral.

For a while, there was pin-drop silence of the field, save for Jesse's soft whines of pain. Austin breathed in deeply as numerous pairs of eyes fixed on him. The people saw him in a new light; he seemed to them a monster.

Jesse stilled on the ground, now making no more sounds. It was hard to tell if he was still alive.

"Evan, who else here has bullied you?" Austin asked.