Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1188 - 597: You Are Free to Be a Dog_2

In front of him, not just these rabble, even those mercenaries withdrawn from the South African battlefield, fully armed, might not be his match.

As a man with a system, he is just this strong, this confident.

"Bastard, I gave you a chance to live, and you didn't cherish it, fine. But daring to insult me? You must be tired of living." Luo Maoran widened his eyes upon hearing this, snarling at Lin Beichen with a ferocious face: "Since you so desperately want to die, I shall grant your wish."

With that, he stomped his right leg on the ground, and the hard marble floor was imprinted with a deep footprint. Using this force, Luo Maoran spread his arms and rushed towards Lin Beichen like a soaring wild goose.

When he swooped over Lin Beichen, he swung his fist without hesitation, aiming fiercely at Lin Beichen's forehead.

This punch, accompanied by a thunderous sonic boom, was a testament to its astonishing power. Even more shocking, as the sound burst resounded, a gale whipped up inside the room, making everyone's skin tingle and bodies tremble.

Strong!

Truly too strong!

Not only did the punch carry a sonic boom, but it could stir the clouds and winds. Such strength, such power, is simply beyond normal imagination. Is this guy even human?

Everyone, in their shock, cast a few pitying glances at Lin Beichen. In most people's eyes, the tall and thin Lin Beichen was absolutely incapable of withstanding such a ferocious punch.

They had no doubt that if this punch indeed landed on Lin Beichen's forehead, his head would likely explode like a watermelon right then and there.

Su Lingshan was deeply worried and even scared. After all, the strength that Luo Maoran showcased was far too powerful, powerful to the point where he didn't even seem human.

A single stomp can leave a seal on marble. How much strength does that require? A punch that triggers a sonic boom needs how much speed? When both speed and strength reach such terrifying levels, can anyone truly withstand such an inhuman punch?

"Wretched creature, I'll let you know right now who's the real dog." Luo Maoran's face twisted as he raged at Lin Beichen like a mad dog: "When I was chopping people in South Africa, you weren't even born yet. In front of me, you're just garbage, and you dare insult me? I'll kill you."

"Boom."

Accompanied by the crack of joints, Luo Maoran's speed unexpectedly rose another notch. His fist appeared before Lin Beichen in the blink of an eye, and it looked like that enormous fist, as big as a pot, would mercilessly smash into Lin Beichen's forehead.

Seeing this, Ye Shengfeng, who had been closely monitoring the situation from the side, couldn't help but show a satisfied smile. In his mind, he involuntarily imagined Lin Beichen's head exploding like a watermelon, convinced the outcome was set, and Lin Beichen would be defeated without any doubt.

This thought wasn't Ye Shengfeng's alone; most people present thought the same, including Luo Maoran himself.

After throwing this punch, Luo Maoran had already begun thinking of how to wrap things up perfectly. His confidence in this punch was complete. With his current punching strength, he could kill even a cow, let alone such a reckless youngster?

Luo Maoran had ample reason to believe this kid would explode under his punch. Imagining the scene of the brain splattering, he couldn't help but lick his lips, revealing a grim smile.

"Bang."

However, at that moment, a loud crash shattered his fantasy. Luo Maoran's smile froze instantly. He raised his head and stared at Lin Beichen with eyes full of astonishment and disbelief: "How is this possible?"

To everyone's surprise, facing Luo Maoran's fierce punch, Lin Beichen not only didn't dodge but raised a foot and kicked out fiercely: "Humans cherish wisdom, but pity you don't have it. No wonder, after all, you're a dog that's been kneeling for too long to stand, an ill-tempered hound daring to bare your teeth at people... Such a hound should end up in a hotpot."

"Bang."

With a deafening crash, Lin Beichen's right foot had already kicked hard on Luo Maoran's chest. At this moment, the grinning Luo Maoran was frightened out of his wits. Years of instinctive fighting constantly warned him of the danger, the life-threatening danger urging him to flee, flee as far away as possible.

He also wanted to follow his instincts and escape, but it was too late. When Lin Beichen's kick hit his chest, and the intense pain from his chest, the sound of bones fracturing clearly registered in his mind, Luo Maoran knew he couldn't escape.

This guy, this guy is simply a monster.

"Boom."

As the terrifying thoughts dissipated with the gale, Luo Maoran only felt as if a speeding semi-truck had slammed into him head-on. All the flesh, even the organs, appeared to be forcefully compressed together.

Pain, such intense pain, was all that occupied Luo Maoran's mind. As the agonizing pain surged, he couldn't help but cry out miserably: "Ah ah ah..."

Accompanied by this piercing scream, Luo Maoran was tossed out like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away. He traced a perfect arc in the air and then crashed heavily onto a wooden chair over ten meters away.

How could such a simple wooden chair withstand the impact of two hundred pounds? It almost immediately shattered into several pieces.

Yet, that wasn't the end. After smashing the wooden chair, the force had not completely dissipated.

Propelled by the residual force, he rolled more than a meter away once more.

With a "splash," he landed in the swimming pool, and only then did he come to a stop.

As Luo Maoran struggled to climb out of the swimming pool, Lin Beichen appeared relaxed and at ease. His face retained a subtle smile as if he hadn't just defeated a formidable opponent but casually kicked away a road-blocking rabid dog.

Indeed, to Lin Beichen, Luo Maoran was no different from an ill-tempered, obstructive dog.

Even more absurd, not only did this mad dog block the road, but it also lunged at people on sight, attempting to harm them.

Its pitiful figure didn't match its ferocity at all. What else could this be but seeking its own demise? Since it so eagerly desired "release," Lin Beichen naturally obliged with a swift kick.

Lin Beichen cast a glance at Luo Maoran, the corner of his mouth curling into a slight smile: "Technically speaking, a mad dog like you should've been cooked into a hotpot long ago. But I, a merciful person, always believe in equality for all beings. Even if you're a dog, I won't look down on you. Even if you're an ill-tempered hound, I am still willing to give you a chance at redemption."

With that, Lin Beichen stepped towards Luo Maoran, looking down at him: "Few people are willing to give rabid dogs a chance. You should thank me."

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Just as Luo Maoran crawled up from the ground, hearing this, he let out a wretched scream, pointing at Lin Beichen, roaring like a mad dog. Then his body convulsed violently, as if in a fit of epilepsy, and ultimately fell to the ground with a "bang," fainting from overwhelming rage.

Is that all?

Only this?

Witnessing this scene, Ye Shengfeng stood dumbstruck, eyes wide as saucers, mouth agape, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Luo Maoran was introduced to him by his father as a "talent"!

His father had picked him as a reliable assistant for the initial transition!

A fierce figure who once roamed and gained a notorious reputation in South Africa!

How could he be defeated by this youngster in a single strike?

Was Luo Maoran merely a name without substance, or is this youngster truly that formidable?

Ye Shengfeng was bewildered, terrified, and afraid.