C32 Are You Even Human?

"Bang!"

With a single hand, Yang Ming absorbed the impact, his body shuddering as he was forced to stagger back three steps!

"Indeed, he's got some real talent—this guy is a genius!"

Yang Ming marveled internally. Katsura Atsuhiro lived up to his reputation as the top fighter in the class; his strength was nothing short of remarkable.

That one kick said it all.

"Go Katsura Atsuhiro! Show this arrogant kid a lesson!"

As the crowd witnessed Yang Ming being kicked back time and again, they erupted in encouragement.

"Gekka Ming, I thought you'd be much stronger, but you're proving to be quite average."

Katsura Atsuhiro spoke with a cool detachment, launching another kick. Yang Ming raised his hand to block, but continued to be pushed back.

In that moment, Katsura Atsuhiro's confidence soared, and his offensive became even more aggressive.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After a series of relentless kicks and punches, Yang Ming was still retreating.

Finally standing still, Katsura Atsuhiro was gasping for air, clearly drained from the exertion.

Even though he was at least twice as strong as Oka Seita, the barrage of attacks left him breathless.

In contrast, Yang Ming seemed unfazed, his expression unchanged, his breathing even and steady—as if the exchange had cost him no energy at all.

"What!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded by the sight.

"Look at his feet and hands!"

Suddenly, someone pointed at Yang Ming's feet and exclaimed.

The crowd gasped in shock.

Beneath Yang Ming's feet lay a small, flat stone slab. Standing on it, he had concealed it perfectly from view.

During his exchange with Katsura Atsuhiro, Yang Ming had stood on the slab, effortlessly parrying the blows.

The stone slab remained intact, merely pushed back seven or eight meters.

"Such incredible control!"

The crowd couldn't contain their amazement. Hino Le's eyes sparkled with recognition, and she let out an impressed sigh.

Even she might not have managed such a feat!

Only someone with the utmost mastery over their Chakra could achieve what they had just witnessed.

"Could he actually be telling the truth?"

The thought struck Hino Le as absurd, and she shook her head, her expression one of complete disbelief.

But regardless of her skepticism, Yang Ming was indifferent. It was his time to strike.

"You've had your turn to attack, now it's mine!"

With those words, Yang Ming stepped down from the stone slab, his right hand forming a fist as he gathered his Chakra.

"This is bad!"

Katsura Atsuhiro sensed imminent danger and, without a second thought, quickly brought his hands together to form a seal.

"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"

A wall of earth shot up in front of him, shielding his body.

But then, Yang Ming's fist came crashing down.

"Boom!"

The earth heaved, and from Yang Ming at the epicenter, a web of terrifying cracks spread outwards for ten meters.

The ground burst apart, sending a shower of stones skyward in a dramatic display.

Katsura Atsuhiro's earth wall was obliterated in an instant, and he was hurled through the air, landing hard and coughing up blood.

He lay there, staring at Yang Ming, his face etched with astonishment.

Meanwhile, the onlookers scrambled to avoid the debris, and once they had found safety, they inhaled sharply at the sight before them.

"Hiss!"

A hush fell over the crowd. No one, not even Hino Le, could utter a word.

The scene around Yang Ming, within a ten-meter radius, looked as if it had been blasted by dozens of explosive tags, pockmarked and uneven.

Who would believe that all this destruction was the result of a single punch from Yang Ming if they hadn't witnessed it themselves?

"Is this guy even human?"

As they gazed at Yang Ming's slight frame, everyone shared the same incredulous thought.