The entire scene was utterly quiet; one couldn’t even hear breathing!
No one dared believe their own eyes!
What had just happened was too terrifying, too bizarre, too strange!
A man about 1.8 meters tall had actually punched a two-meter-tall giant six or seven meters away, and that was after the railing of the ring had absorbed much of the impact!
How was that possible?!
"This... this is too exaggerated, right?! The blond was knocked out by one punch?!"
"Before, we couldn’t even break through his defense, but that punch from this guy... felt so satisfying!"
"Thrilling! Absolutely thrilling! We finally released all the pent-up frustration we had these past few days, hahaha!"
A group of soldiers stood there, unable to move their postures, but the thrill in their hearts was indescribable!
These past few days, these US soldiers really irritated them, and today they truly got their revenge!
Even the commander started smiling with satisfaction — it seemed Little Wang was genuinely skilled; his judgment was still sharp as ever! Yes, when they got back, he would definitely praise this kid and boost the pride of the Heavenly People’s Republic!
People were abuzz with discussions, and the remaining foreigners now looked at Wang Hao differently.
They thought he was just a fool stepping into the ring, but who could have imagined him being so formidable? Just one punch! The blond still couldn’t stand up!
Winning was too easy!
"My ’Siberian Husky,’ not bad, huh?" Wang Hao walked gleefully toward the blond, looking down at him lying on the ground like a dead dog, and smiled: "Don’t be too arrogant the next time you come to our Heavenly People’s Republic, stay humble! Our country isn’t a place where just anyone can stir trouble."
The blond lay on the ground, now unable even to get up, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, stuttering without daring to make a sound.
"Why did you hit him so hard?" At this moment, the man with braids couldn’t stand it anymore, walked up to Wang Hao, and glared: "Don’t you think that last hit was too harsh?"
"Oh? Really?" Wang Hao turned his head, looked at the man with braids, and said disdainfully: "He insulted the name of our country’s military, a lesson was deserved, wasn’t it? Moreover, as far as I know, your guys didn’t seem to hold back when you attacked before."
This retort sent the man with braids reeling.
Indeed, he was right, those few had really not held back against the soldiers from the Heavenly People’s Republic before, and several of them were still in hospital.
"If you have such strength, how about I challenge you?" At this moment, a man with a Phoenix tattoo on his arm finally stood up.
Hearing this, the man with braids immediately turned pale and rushed to stop him: "Maradon, no need for you to step in, I can handle him..."
"I’ll handle this." The man named Maradon, unquestionable in his tone, looked at Wang Hao and said: "Your punch just now was indeed stunning, both the speed and the strength are not something an ordinary person could achieve; you must be a trained fighter. This time, I’ll be your opponent."
The blond was still lying on the ground, but Maradon was quite confident in himself.
He had joined the US special forces at the age of seven and had undergone rigorous training for twenty years; in terms of physical fitness and combat experience, he was unmatched by others!
In terms of real strength, he could definitely rank in the top three in the entire United States!
"You want to fight me?" Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
Seeing him still standing after that punch, it seemed Maradon’s real strength wasn’t weak.
"What else did you think?" Seeing Maradon actually initiating the fight, the man with braids immediately became excited: "I haven’t seen Maradon fight with anyone for a full five years! Hahaha! Finally, I can witness it today, it’s not easy! Kid, do you know what happens to those who fought him? Let me tell you, several of them are still in wheelchairs, hahaha!"
Haven’t fought anyone in five years?
Those who had fought were still in wheelchairs?
Upon hearing this, everyone present felt their hearts rise!
Could Leng Feng handle facing such a fierce man?
"Be careful, kid," the commander also grew nervous. After all, Maradon had never made a move before, but seeing Yellow Beard and Little Braid willingly following his lead, one could imagine this guy was no simpleton!
Wang Hao and Maradon stepped onto the ring.
"You might as well take off your boxing gloves," remarked Maradon, eyeing Wang Hao, "I never liked having superfluous stuff in a battle."
"Oh," Wang Hao nodded, removed his gloves, and smiled, "Actually, I don’t like them either."
"Hmph," Maradon grunted angrily.
His pride was immense; there were very few in the entire US Army Special Forces that he esteemed, but now this diminutive man was clearly looking down on him, which instantly ignited his rage.
"Watch out!" Maradon clenched his fists and lunged forward with a whip kick.
His strength was far greater than Yellow Beard’s and Little Braid’s. Leveraging the momentum and rotational force from his waist, the kick, like a dragon wagging its tail, brought a fierce wind with it. Even before the foot reached him, one could feel a faint stinging sensation on their face.
If it had hit squarely, it wouldn’t just result in using a wheelchair, one would likely end up a bedridden vegetable for the rest of their life.
But others were others, and Wang Hao was Wang Hao, incomparable.
His physique had now been transformed by the Luck Dice to the pinnacle a human could achieve.
What is the pinnacle?
As long as it doesn’t cross species, it could completely dominate others of its kind—that’s the pinnacle!
Wang Hao smiled lightly, raised a hand, and easily blocked Maradon’s kick that carried the full force of his body.
"How is this possible?"
"Did... did I see that correctly?!"
Everyone present couldn’t believe their eyes! Had Wang Hao just so effortlessly neutralized such a powerful kick from the opponent?
Seeing his kick ineffective, Maradon swung his leg repeatedly, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" sending several kicks in succession.
But while his offensive seemed incredibly fast to others, in Wang Hao’s eyes...
"Still a bit slow," Wang Hao said, relaxed, perfectly dodging Maradon’s attacks and then, instead of retreating, he advanced closer to Maradon within a two-foot range.
"See how you handle this punch!" Wang Hao tightened his right hand into a fist and pressed it against Maradon’s chest.
Maradon looked down, his face full of surprise.
Time seemed to slow down.
In less than an inch of space, Wang Hao threw his punch.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound erupted, and Maradon was sent flying backward, soaring four to five meters through the air before crashing onto the ring floor.
A total silence enveloped the arena!
Everyone was stunned!
No one had expected that Wang Hao’s punch, which appeared so plain, could wield such tremendous power!
"Cough, cough," Maradon knelt on the ground, continuously coughing. The man, considered unbeatable in the military, was defeated by a single punch!
With disbelief written all over his face, he looked at Wang Hao, panting heavily, and asked, "What... what move was that just now?"
"This?" Wang Hao casually brushed off some dust from his clothing, his expression as calm as a mild breeze, and smiled, "It’s nothing much, just a Kung Fu style I created called Jeet Kune Do. What I just used was a very simple technique from it called the One-Inch Punch!"