Evan Lin stood there, his gaze calm and indifferent.
The moment he spoke, the whole crowd erupted in shock.
The female medics’ expressions all shifted; they were startled by Evan Lin’s sudden words.
Hawkeye Harry Shen’s face froze; he frowned deeply. "You?"
"With someone like you, if I hit you with a single punch, you might die! My advice? Go back to wherever you came from and stop looking for trouble here!"
To Hawkeye, Evan Lin was just a matter of one punch. He sized Evan up and down but couldn’t see anything unusual about this kid.
No aura, no internal strength, no physique, no killing intent—just a totally ordinary high schooler!
"Does he really have a chance against Hawkeye?" Dull Axe Zack Zhang watched Evan step forward, recalling the strength Evan showed in the training camp, and looked expectantly at Frank Xu.
"Yeah, this new instructor can’t just be all show, right? That slap he gave me earlier really hurt." Long Staff Sky Xiao couldn’t help rubbing his face, still a bit shaken.
Frank Xu pondered for a moment but didn’t give a definite answer. He couldn’t quite figure out the new young instructor’s real strength either.
Hawkeye’s face was cold and sharp. Seeing Evan Lin standing there, he couldn’t help but feel contempt inside.
Blade stood off to the side, silent.
Evan Lin shook his head slightly and walked forward. Seeing Evan’s movement, Hawkeye’s expression grew even colder. "You’re asking for death!"
As soon as Hawkeye finished speaking, he stepped forward and swung a punch straight at Evan Lin’s face.
The punch was crisp and direct, no flashy moves—just pure aggression.
Evan Lin raised his right hand, palm up. To everyone’s shock, he caught Hawkeye’s fist firmly with just one hand!
"Huh?"
Hawkeye’s expression shifted.
He’d held back a bit, worried that a full punch might kill the kid outright. But even so, the force was nothing to scoff at—yet somehow, Evan had caught it and it couldn’t budge an inch!
"He caught it!"
The female medics all stared in amazement, completely caught off guard.
"That’s all you’ve got?" Evan Lin raised an eyebrow. "On a real battlefield, you’d already be dead."
Evan snorted coldly and powered his palm. Hawkeye instantly felt a huge force surge from Evan’s grip, forcing him to stagger back three steps!
That force came so suddenly and fiercely, there was no time to react at all.
"I’ll give you one more chance. You’d better use all your strength. Or are you, Hawkeye of Flying Eagle Company, just a decorative pillow?" Evan sneered, looking at Hawkeye with cool disdain.
That contemptuous look made Hawkeye furious, his eyes turning icy. "I was going to spare your life! Now you’re asking for it!"
He roared and stomped on the ground, his aura surging higher and higher. Internal strength boiled through his body, muscles on his right arm bulging with power.
The female medics nearby turned pale, all frightened by Hawkeye’s sudden burst of power.
Blade’s eyelid twitched at the sight. Hawkeye’s face was twisted with rage, channeling all his internal strength into his right fist.
A late-stage internal strength punch—comparable to being rammed by a compact car going over a hundred kilometers per hour!
"You asked for this!"
Hawkeye’s face twisted with rage—he’d never been humiliated like this before.
Evan Lin’s expression stayed calm, never showing a hint of fear.
"Ah!"
With a furious roar, Hawkeye threw another punch—this one even fiercer than before, like a comet slamming into the earth, unstoppable.
Frank Xu and the others all turned pale.
In an instant, Hawkeye’s fist was already in front of Evan Lin.
Just as the seemingly unstoppable fist was about to land, everyone saw Evan casually raise his hand again, his palm perfectly intercepting Hawkeye’s punch.
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed across the field.
It was like punching a bag full of sand—soft and absorbing.
"He... caught it again..."
Watching this scene, Frank Xu’s eyes flickered, while Sky Xiao’s face changed, stunned.
Hawkeye’s powerful punch was once again caught by Evan Lin’s steady grip. What shocked him even more was that all his unstoppable force vanished the moment his fist landed in Evan’s palm, like a flood suddenly cut off!
"What did you just do?!"
Hawkeye shouted, eyes wide in disbelief, unable to make sense of it.
No one knew better than he did how much power was in that punch. Even a trained special forces soldier would either be sent flying and knocked out cold, or killed on the spot!
But now, this kid looked completely unfazed!
Evan didn’t reply. He glanced at a stone bench nearby, walked over, and lightly pressed his left palm down on it.
Boom!