Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1177 - 592: Blind to True Talent

Before the voice had faded, John stomped hard on the ground. Using the recoil, he leaped into the air like an eagle swooping down, charging straight at Lin Beichen: "Die!"

Accompanied by a furious roar, John's right fist, as large as a cooking pot, cut through the air, accompanied by deafening sonic booms, smashing fiercely toward Lin Beichen's forehead.

Where the fist traveled, a gale whipped up, blowing the surrounding decorations into disarray. Not far away, a plaque hanging on the wall crashed to the ground under the force of the punch.

Powerful!

Incredibly powerful!

This punch landed with the force of a thousand thunderbolts. Was this truly a strength humans could achieve?

The remaining direct descendants of the Luo Family in the room were stunned. They raised their heads in shock, eyes wide and mouths agape, looking at John in disbelief, unable to trust their own eyes and ears.

After the shock, including Roger, they felt an unexpected joy.

"With such strength, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a god?"

"No wonder he could become the deputy captain of the Blood Wolf. This strength is simply outrageous."

"Haha, looks like there's no need for backup; this kid is already finished."

At this moment, everyone present, whether the Luo family father and son or other direct descendants, had mentally sentenced Lin Beichen to death.

Roger was already considering plans for an escape. However, just as Roger thought everything had settled, just as John believed victory was in the bag, just as everyone was convinced Lin Beichen was certainly doomed.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion suddenly blasted in everyone's ears.

"Crack."

Immediately followed by the sound of bones breaking.

Everyone heard the noise and instinctively looked up, then gasped and exclaimed in shock: "How is this possible?"

Yes, how is this possible?

Not only did everyone think so, but at this moment, even John, who was hit in the chest by a later, faster punch, thought the same.

He couldn't believe or imagine that this kid, this kid was actually faster than him.

"Boom."

The disbelief didn't last long before it was replaced by intense pain. At this moment, John felt a ringing in his ears as if a speeding heavy truck had slammed into his chest.

His entire body, including his flesh and internal organs, seemed to be forcibly compressed together by this collision.

Amidst the intense pain, John's two-hundred-pound body flew backward over ten meters, crashing hard into the wall over ten meters away.

With a loud bang, a large hole, several centimeters wide, appeared on the previously flat and white wall.

John's body hung there for several seconds before finally crashing down.

After the struggle, the previously arrogant John was now bloodied, his head and face contorted, sprawled on the ground with not a trace of arrogance left.

In contrast, Lin Beichen remained calm, as if he hadn't been the one who attacked just now.

Lin Beichen glanced at John and said softly, "Just a mad dog, yet you dare snarl at me, truly seeking your own doom."

"Ahhh..."

John, lying on the ground like a dying dog, let out a wretched howl, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief as he looked at Lin Beichen.

He struggled to lower his head, looking at his deeply sunken chest, then looked up at the calm Lin Beichen, simply unable to believe this kid before him was so powerful.

Powerful, incredibly powerful, unbelievably powerful, shockingly strong.

He once was a member of the Ugly Country Special Forces, even awarded multiple medals, his personal skills considered world-class.

Moreover, he had gained access to purified Sakura Grass through the organization, greatly boosting his strength, making him almost inhuman in a sense.

And yet, despite such formidable strength, despite striking first, he was countered?

He couldn't even make a move to dodge?

This speed, this strength, this age...

Could it be, could this kid have obtained even purer Sakura Grass?

"How, how, how is this possible?"

"John is the deputy captain of the Blood Wolf Guard, how could he lose? And lose so decisively?"

Roger and Luo Zisheng were stunned, their eyes wide, mouths agape, staring at Lin Beichen and then back at John, half-dead on the ground. They couldn't believe their eyes and ears, even doubting if they were dreaming.

After all, what happened before them was simply too unbelievable for them.

John was the deputy captain of the Blood Wolf Guard, arguably the toughest in the international mercenary organization, barring the captain.

His mastery of weapons and personal strength had reached an incredible level.

It was said he once had a feat of fighting his way out of a pride of lions alone.

Yet this guy, this guy they placed such high hopes on, couldn't last even a minute, felled in a single encounter?

This kid, is he even human?

"There's about half an hour left till mealtime." Lin Beichen glanced at the time, then said to the terrified Luo family father and son: "My time is limited. If you still have any trump cards, please bring them out quickly. I still need to hurry back to eat."