Chapter 80: The Realm of Sonic Boom

At this moment, Tu Manjiang’s towering frame was like a massive, rampaging tank suddenly overturned, crashing heavily to the ground and raising clouds of dust.

“What?!” Everyone was stunned.

The Zhao father and son stared wide-eyed, utterly unable to believe what they were seeing.

Mighty Tu the Iron Giant—had he actually been defeated? And with just one punch! One punch to bring down Tu the Iron Giant?!

“How… how is this possible…” Wu Dong, too, was struck speechless with shock.

He couldn’t believe that even with his master’s cultivation, Tu Manjiang had ended up just like himself, sent flying by a single blow.

Looking again at Lin Le, he felt as if he were seeing a ghost.

From within the swirling dust, the prone Tu Manjiang suddenly let out a booming laugh.

“Hahaha…”

But Tu Manjiang’s deep laughter sent chills down everyone’s spines—as if some malevolent spirit had burst out laughing in the darkness of the wild.

The Zhao father and son exchanged bewildered glances.

Even Wu Dong froze, not understanding what his master’s laughter meant.

“Not bad… not bad at all…” Tu Manjiang slowly rose to his feet.

“You’ve finally awakened in me… the desire to kill once more…” He raised his head, and a strange, frenzied gleam appeared on his face.

When his eyes met Lin Le’s, even Lin Le felt a jolt of alarm.

So he hadn’t been mistaken—this was a man born for slaughter!

His vow to wound but never kill was merely a self-imposed rule to restrain his murderous urges.

But that beastly craving for bloodshed within him had always lurked, caged but restless.

Now, thanks to Lin Le, that wild beast had finally been unleashed!

The Zhao father and son were deeply shaken by the terrifying look in Tu the Iron Giant’s eyes—madness, violence, bloodlust, and the savage aura of a wild animal. Those were their most immediate impressions.

“He’s back! The Tu the Iron Giant who once wiped out an entire family in a fit of rage—he’s back!” Zhao Mingyi’s eyes burned with fervor.

Wu Dong, too, felt a shiver of awe as he looked at his master.

He could clearly sense the fierce, bloody aura now enveloping Tu Manjiang, as though his master were wreathed head to toe in the scent of slaughter.

Since Wu Dong had begun training in martial arts with Tu Manjiang, he had never seen such murderous intensity radiating from his master.

“I take back what I said before—your life ends tonight!” Tu Manjiang’s voice was cold as ice.

At these words, the Zhao father and son were overjoyed.

With Tu the Iron Giant’s declaration, even if Lin Le had nine lives, he would surely die here tonight!

“My master is going to kill!” Wu Dong’s heart leapt with excitement.

For years his master had abided by the rule of only wounding, never killing. But tonight, he was breaking that rule for this young man!

Wu Dong thought Lin Le should consider himself fortunate—to die at the hands of his master was a rare honor.

“If that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say. Let’s get on with it,” Lin Le said calmly, the last reserves of true energy in his body beginning to stir restlessly.

“Very well.”

“Die!” Tu the Iron Giant roared.

In the next instant, before Wu Dong and the others could clearly see, Tu the Iron Giant lunged at Lin Le with the speed of a hunting leopard.

He attacked with full force, unleashing a flurry of punches.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The air itself trembled with the force of each blow, as if his fists might rip it apart.

This time, Lin Le did not attempt to dodge; he met the assault head-on, relying on his physical body.

Even with his true energy nearly depleted and unable to shield himself with inner force, his body, tempered to a formidable degree, was no mere ornament.

As they exchanged blows, Lin Le could sense the formidable power of Tu Manjiang’s externally trained physique. Each punch felt like striking a slab of solid steel.

Tu Manjiang’s mastery of the hardening arts was no empty boast. The strength of his body had reached the absolute limit for an ordinary martial artist—hard as iron, virtually unbreakable.

Otherwise, how could Tu Manjiang have survived being shot over a dozen times in the past?

Such was the terror of a master in external cultivation.

The battle between Tu Manjiang and Lin Le quickly reached a fever pitch.

As if spurred to further madness by the strength of his opponent, Tu Manjiang became even more ferocious. His fists thundered with relentless force, raining down like a violent tempest.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Tu Manjiang’s mind roared with bloodlust.

It had been far too long since he’d faced an adversary who awakened such murderous intent within him!

Wasn’t it said that external martial arts were just tricks? Wasn’t he always lectured about the true way of martial arts?

Now he would take this man’s life and show him what murderous martial arts truly meant!

In an instant, Tu Manjiang’s powerful true energy surged and exploded within him.

“Die!” he shouted, striking with all his might.

With a thunderous blast, his massive fist punched through the air itself, sending out visible shockwaves in concentric circles.

“Sonic Boom Fist! He’s reached the Sonic Boom Realm!” Wu Dong cried out in awe.

The Sonic Boom Realm meant that one’s fists and kicks were so fast and powerful that they tore through the air, creating a shockwave like a supersonic jet breaking the sound barrier.

To unleash such a punch was something only top grandmasters could hope to achieve!

Though Tu Manjiang’s martial cultivation had not yet stepped into the Grandmaster Realm, he was already on par with those who had!

The Zhao father and son were so astonished they nearly dropped their eyes to the ground.

They didn’t understand the Sonic Boom Realm; they only knew that a living man could shatter the air itself, which seemed impossible.

A god of war! A true god of war!

Only a true god of war could do something so incredible!

As Tu Manjiang’s punch tore through the air toward him, Lin Le’s heart skipped a beat.

The Sonic Boom Realm! He hadn’t expected Tu Manjiang’s external arts to reach such heights!

That punch was blindingly fast, as if it truly broke the sound barrier, arriving before Lin Le could react.

Unable to dodge in time, Lin Le raised both arms to block.

With an earth-shaking crash, Lin Le was sent flying, tumbling more than ten meters away!

Blood spurted from his mouth.

“Haha! The kid’s finished!” Zhao Hu shouted gleefully.

“Kill him! Boss Tu, finish him!” Zhao Mingyi was equally excited.

“As expected, Master has won!” Wu Dong’s heart was full of anticipation. This upstart dared challenge a master of the hardening arts—he was courting death!

Tu Manjiang did not hesitate. He pressed his advantage.

“It’s over!”

Leaping high, Tu Manjiang descended like a mountain upon Lin Le.

Once again, the Sonic Boom Fist split the air in two, crashing down from above with the power of a falling meteor.

“He’s dead for sure!” The Zhao father and son were already celebrating in their hearts.

Wu Dong thought the same—few could withstand this blow, not even a grandmaster.

This man was certainly doomed!

Tu Manjiang’s murderous intent had reached its peak.

It was a pity that the exhilarating slaughter was about to end so soon…

At that moment, Tu Manjiang felt as if he were a judge in the underworld, crossing out a name from the Book of Life and Death—there was no pleasure left in it.

So easy—where was the fun in that?