Chapter 8: A 3-year-old baby drinking milk kills a Title Douluo with a single punch?
Zhao Wuji's laughter stopped abruptly.
He looked down at the tiny creature, who was barely up to his knees.
A cruel smile spread across his lips.
His voice was filled with confidence as it surged with power.
"Is there any of that thing left?"
The little one bit her lip and didn't say anything.
"never mind."
Zhao Wuji waved his hand.
"Come with me, take me to your village."
"Have those adults prepare more of this milk for me, and other treasures as well."
"If you serve me well, I might be in a good mood and spare your lives."
He didn't take the child seriously at all.
What threat could a little kid from a primitive tribe pose?
He's now a Title Douluo!
An existence that can roam freely in the Douluo Continent!
In this seemingly backward and barbaric world, can't we still do whatever we want?
Zhao Wuji extended his hand.
A giant hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, reached out to grab the little one's shoulder.
He wanted to capture the child, take him hostage, and extort money from him in the village.
But just as his hand was about to touch the little one's shoulder—
The little one moved.
That's not about speed, but something more fundamental.
It was as if time had been stretched out at that moment.
Under the gaze of millions of viewers, and with Zhao Wuji's disdainful look, that small figure slowly raised her right hand.
make a fist.
Then, she threw a punch.
There were no fancy techniques, no fluctuations in soul power.
It's the purest, most primal punch.
But the moment that punch was thrown, the air seemed to groan in agony as it was overwhelmed!
The space in front of the fist visibly distorted!
The violent fist wind transformed into a tangible shockwave, striking Zhao Wuji's face first!
Sizzle—
A bloody gash appeared on Zhao Wuji's face, cut by the force of the punch.
The contempt on his face instantly turned into astonishment.
Then came terror.
Because he saw that tiny fist growing larger and larger in his eyes.
Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed and torn apart, creating a brief vacuum!
You can't take this punch head-on!
He wanted to hide, to defend himself, and to activate his soul skill.
But it was too late.
The speed of that punch transcended thought.
Bang--
It wasn't a loud roar, but rather a dull sound, like a ripe watermelon being smashed.
The moment the fist struck Zhao Wuji's chest, time seemed to stand still for a second.
Then.
Pfft!!
Zhao Wuji's body, which had just evolved into a unicorn martial soul and was strengthened by beast milk, was like a block of tofu that had been hit by an iron hammer.
Starting from the chest, it shattered inch by inch!
Flesh, bones, and internal organs were completely crushed, disintegrated, and exploded under the terrifying force!
No complete parts were left.
Only a cloud of blood mist, mixed with bone fragments and flesh, exploded on the spot, splattering within a radius of several meters.
Zhao Wuji couldn't even let out a scream.
His consciousness vanished the instant the fist touched his body, shattering it completely.
Where it stood, only a pool of scarlet blood and flesh remained.
Little Shi Hao remained in her punching stance, staring blankly at the scene before her.
Her little fist was still suspended in mid-air, with a few drops of blood on its surface.
Her little face went from angry red to deathly pale in an instant.
I...I...
She opened her mouth, and a dry sound came from her throat.
She only wanted to teach this scoundrel who stole her animal milk a lesson.
She only used the strength she usually had during her training.
But she forgot that after being baptized by the Suanni's precious body, her little arms already had the strength of eight thousand catties.
That was a terrifying power capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart and shattering boulders with its fists.
She was only three and a half years old.
vomit--
A wave of nausea washed over the little one, who suddenly bent over and began to gag violently.
Even though the other party attacked first, and even though the other party was a bad person, beating someone to a pulp is too much of a visual shock for a three-year-old child.
She staggered back a few steps, then turned and ran.
She stumbled and ran towards Shicun.
...
The Douluo Continent is deathly silent.
The entire continent fell into an unprecedented silence.
The laughter in the streets, the noise in the taverns, the discussions among the nobles, and the exclamations of the Soul Masters all disappeared.
Everyone, whether emperor or beggar, titled Douluo or commoner, gaped, eyes wide, staring blankly at the bloody scene on the sky.
The footage has been slowed down.
They could clearly see how Zhao Wuji's body shattered inch by inch.
You can see that terrified, distorted expression, frozen in time before it shatters.
You can see the bursting blood mist, dyed a poignant golden-red by the setting sun.
Then, cold, golden characters appeared in the sky.
[Explorer Zhao Wuji, dead.]
[Cause of death: He was punched to death and turned into mincemeat while trying to steal milk from a three-year-old infant.]
Survival time: 1 minute 47 seconds.
The moment the words appeared—
"No...it's impossible..."
Yu Xiaogang slumped to the ground, his lips trembling.
"A titled Douluo... was punched by a three-year-old child..."
"Old Zhao!!!"
Flanders let out a shrill scream, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.
The Shrek Seven Devils were all frozen in place.
Dai Mubai's face was as pale as paper.
Ma Hongjun's fat was trembling.
Oscar's legs were so weak he could barely stand.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth.
Zhu Zhuqing's knuckles turned white from her tightly clenched fists.
Tang San's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He had just mentally simulated countless times what he would do if he were the one chosen.
Activate the Purple Demon Eye?
Use Ghostly Shadow?
Launching a hidden weapon?
The answer is: It's useless.
That punch was so fast that he couldn't react at all.
The power of that punch was so great that any technique was a joke in its presence.
Tang San felt that his worldview had completely collapsed under this punch.
...
Wuhun City, the square in front of the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong's knuckles turned white from gripping the scepter too tightly.
Her purple eyes were fixed on the sky, and the blood mist seemed to be reflected deep within her pupils.
"Perfect World..."
She murmured to herself, her voice becoming serious for the first time.
"A three-year-old child can kill a Title Douluo with a single punch..."
The ghostly figure behind her had a hoarse voice.
"Your Holiness, although Zhao Wuji has just advanced, he is still a Title Douluo, and he also has a 100,000-year soul ring..."
"Even for me, it would take some effort to kill him."
"But that child..."
"That's not a child."
Bibi Dong interrupted coldly.
"That's a monster."
She turned her head and looked at Qian Daoliu, who also had a grim expression.
Their eyes met, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
They originally thought it was an uncivilized, barbaric world waiting to be taught and conquered.
In retrospect, it was a hellish place that harbored terrifying beings!
"Moon Pass..."
Qian Daoliu clenched his fist and looked at the sky from another perspective.
[end of the chapter]