At this moment, Anqi Chen had her eyes shut tight, not daring to look.
All around, Andrew Wang, Kevin Wang, and a crowd of Jiangnorth magnates were shouting excitedly, as if this punch was about to blow Ryan Ling's head wide open.
Bang! The sound of bone and flesh colliding rang in everyone's ears, sharp and urgent—judging by the noise, it sounded like the bones were completely shattered.
Before anyone could process what happened, a scream rang out—not from Ryan Ling, but from Hank Huang.
Everyone was stunned. For a moment, nobody could react; some even felt the world spinning above their heads, as if the sky over Jiangnorth was about to collapse.
“H-how is this possible?” After a solid ten seconds of silence, Andrew Wang finally blurted out, dumbfounded.
The so-called big shot in everyone's eyes—the Jiangnorth Water-Route Chief—had his entire right fist crushed to bloody pulp. Even the green-realm grandmaster aura that should have surrounded him was being stomped underfoot.
If they hadn't witnessed it themselves, who would believe that a teenager barely in his teens could be this strong—that Hank Huang couldn't even last a single move against him.
Terrifying.
Right now, that was the only word to describe everyone's feelings.