Ten thousand punches in just thirty seconds.
Not everyone present could see it clearly. Now, hearing someone count it out, everyone was horrified.
This had long surpassed human limits. Even in the extraordinary world, this was absolutely something that would shock people.
After all, in only thirty seconds, he had thrown ten thousand punches. Was this even more ferocious than a Gatling gun?
But what truly made people feel afraid was Luo Chen.
Because for every punch the East Asian Fist God threw, Luo Chen caught every single one.
Not one punch more, not one punch less.
The East Asian Fist God now pulled back to a distance, his chest heaving. Throwing out over ten thousand punches in just thirty seconds was an enormous consumption even for him.
But now he was terrified, because Luo Chen had caught all of his punches.
“This is impossible. I just threw a total of thirteen thousand four hundred and eighty-eight punches from different angles, at different speeds, and even with feint punches. How could you possibly catch them all?”
Clearly, the person counting just now had not counted the truly accurate number. The East Asian Fist God had thrown more than ten thousand punches.
“Nothing is impossible.” Luo Chen spoke slowly, as if he had just done something trivial, as relaxed and casual as simply reaching out to catch a piece of clothing thrown over.
“No, I do not believe it. This is absolutely impossible. My fist technique…”
“What you are doing is not called fist technique, really.” Luo Chen interrupted the East Asian Fist God.
“Hahaha!”
“What I am doing is not called fist technique?” The East Asian Fist God’s face twisted.
“Arrogance taken to the extreme!” The East Asian Fist God gritted his teeth and spoke.
“Do you know what Muay Thai is?”
“Do you understand combat, the essence of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?”
“Do you understand the angles of human punching force?” The East Asian Fist God questioned.
“No!” Luo Chen answered very frankly.
“You do not understand, yet you dare say what I am doing is not called fist technique?” The East Asian Fist God mocked.
“You think that because you caught my punches, you can be this arrogant?”
“Your experience is too shallow.” Luo Chen shook his head.
“Let me show you what real fist technique is!” As soon as Luo Chen’s words fell, he leaped up directly, then threw a punch towards the East Asian Fist God.
This punch was simple and unadorned, seemingly ordinary and unremarkable. But the East Asian Fist God suddenly contracted his pupils, because based on his years of fist training experience, he could feel that this punch actually carried a hint of danger.
But immediately after, he revealed a mocking smile.
“Too slow!”
Luo Chen’s punch was indeed very slow, so slow that even the ordinary people present could see the trajectory of Luo Chen’s swinging fist.
“This kind of punch is called fist technique?” The East Asian Fist God gave a mocking, cold smile, slightly tilting his head to the side, intending to dodge this punch.
Such a slow punch, even an ordinary person could dodge it, let alone him?
But just when this punch had clearly already been dodged.
The East Asian Fist God’s expression suddenly changed, his pupils involuntarily contracting violently.
“Thud!”
The East Asian Fist God was directly sent flying.
He directly crashed into the opposite wall. Fortunately, the wall was thick enough, so he was not smashed through.
“How is this possible?” The East Asian Fist God struggled out from the wall.
“Impossible. I clearly already dodged it!”
And that big shot surnamed Zhang also revealed a look of horror.
“This, what is going on here?”
Just now they had seen clearly, or rather everyone had seen clearly, that the East Asian Fist God had clearly already dodged that punch, but he was still hit.
“No, this is absolutely impossible!” The East Asian Fist God’s eyes were full of disbelief and incredulity.
“I told you, speaking of fist technique, you are not even as good as a three-legged cat!” Luo Chen said calmly on one side, while slowly walking towards the East Asian Fist God.
Then another punch was thrown. This punch was still ordinary and unremarkable, looking like an ordinary person had swung out a punch, with no speed or power whatsoever.
This time the East Asian Fist God still intended to dodge this punch.
But!
“Thud!”
The East Asian Fist God was sent flying again. This time he again smashed through a huge marble pillar, then rolled several times on the ground.
Only after a long time did he climb up, looking exceptionally dishevelled.
“This is the Fist God?” Luo Chen gave a mocking smile.
The entire venue fell directly silent. The dignified East Asian Fist God, the one called the Fist God, could not even dodge Luo Chen’s two simple punches?
Just now he had been confidently mocking and even looking down on Luo Chen, but now he was beaten rolling all over the ground.
And Luo Chen had used his fists to beat him. This scene was undoubtedly too ironic.
The East Asian Fist God had just stood up.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
Every punch Luo Chen threw looked ordinary and unremarkable, but every punch the East Asian Fist God could not dodge, nor could he catch them. Every punch could hit his face.
“Argh!” The East Asian Fist God was furious.
He, the dignified Fist God, had fought a hundred battles, but he had never been this dishevelled.
Being beaten by a person with fists so that he did not even have a chance to get up. This was naked humiliation.
Just as he had roared, a huge fist smashed into his face.
“Thud!” The East Asian Fist God was knocked down again.
“In front of me, you also have the qualifications to speak of fist technique?” Luo Chen coldly looked at the East Asian Fist God lying on the ground.
“You also have the qualifications to be called the Fist God?”
What Luo Chen used was a fist technique from the immortal world called the Suppressing Dragon Fist. This fist technique was not considered top-tier in the immortal world, but let alone a mortal like the East Asian Fist God, even true immortals might not necessarily be able to dodge it.
“Hmph, so what?” The East Asian Fist God slowly climbed up.
“I admit your fist technique has reached perfection, even beyond imagination.”
“In terms of fist technique attainment, I am indeed inferior to you!”
Indeed, this fist technique was too strange and extraordinary.
No matter how he dodged, he could not dodge it.
“But so what?” The East Asian Fist God patted the dust off his body, his face showing disdain. Looking at him now, his entire body had already turned to steel.
His whole body looked as if it had been cast from steel, hard and powerful.
“It does not matter if I cannot dodge.”
“Because my entire body can turn to steel. Can you harm me in the slightest?” The East Asian Fist God spoke contemptuously.
Indeed, Luo Chen had already thrown out over a dozen punches just now, and they had all hit.
But apart from sending the East Asian Fist God flying, they did not seem to cause any substantial damage.
“Sigh.” The big shot surnamed Zhang sighed.
“Although his fist technique attainment may really be extremely high, even rare, after all even the East Asian Fist God could not catch his punches, it has no substantial killing power. This kind of thing is ultimately flashy but useless.” The big shot surnamed Zhang commented.
“A fist that cannot harm people is ultimately useless.”
“Come on, I can exhaust you to death!” The East Asian Fist God had now turned into a steel man.
He was extremely confident in his defence, because he was once someone who had survived a missile explosion. If that kind of missile explosion could not harm him, how could Luo Chen’s fists?
“I think you have misunderstood one thing.” A mocking smile crossed the corner of Luo Chen’s mouth.