Chapter 1772: ?A New Type of Mission Reward?

A terrifying attractive force erupted abruptly from Su Han's palm; Keynes had no strength to resist at all, his whole body soaring up as he was flung toward Su Han's direction.

"... What?"

In that instant, Keynes's pupils contracted sharply, and he sensed a lethal threat.

This time he no longer cared, as he had the first time, about harming Erza; he drew a breath, a terrifying black radiance gathering in his mouth, going all out.

"Black Dragon's Roa—"

Keynes's words cut off abruptly; his neck was seized by Su Han.

Su Han stared at Keynes expressionlessly, his wrist like an iron clamp, gradually tightening.

Keynes struggled desperately, both hands clawing at Su Han's fingers, but he could not budge them in the slightest.

His face gradually turned a livid blue, the veins at his brow pulsing.

He felt his neck was about to be snapped clean off by Su Han.

"... How could this... be so strong?"

Hades's expression did not change, but cold sweat seeped out at his brow, and deep within his pupils lurked a trace of horror.

Although in their very first clash he had already sensed that Su Han was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, he truly had not expected Su Han's combat power to be terrifying to such a degree.

Keynes, who stood on the same tier as him, had been seized by Su Han in a single exchange, without the slightest power to resist.

This even made Hades think of that Black Dragon of legend... No! Even that Black Dragon did not possess this level of power, did it? "No good, I can't let this continue!"

Hades's hand clenched abruptly; a wondrous radiance erupted, sweeping forward. "Amaterasu Hundred Forms."

Hades had realized it.

If Su Han truly killed Keynes, then he would be next.

By every right and reason, he could not allow Su Han to keep going.

Su Han's other hand clenched tight, then suddenly hurled a punch forward.

Ripples stirred across the void, and then, like glass, dense cracks appeared.

Amaterasu Hundred Forms shattered along with the space, and at an utterly terrifying speed, enveloped Hades's body.

"... What?"

Hades did not even have time to resist before his body shattered along with the space.

Fresh blood splattered down, and a shrill scream rang out.

His vitality was swiftly snuffed out.

Su Han's punch looked utterly plain, but in fact it not only possessed a shattering effect similar to the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, but also contained Su Han's will, carrying a powerful lethality.

Even if one possessed an immortal body, as long as that immortal body had not reached the conceptual level and wielded the power of laws,

then it absolutely could not withstand it.

"... One move! And just like that, the second-generation Guild Master of Fairy Tail was taken out."

Makarov stared blankly at the scene, unsure whether he should laugh or cry, and muttered, "Even though I already knew long ago that the Guild Master was strong! This is far too strong."

"One down... then next—" Su Han's Rinnegan fixed on Keynes, causing Keynes to let out a whimper, fear gleaming in his eyes.

Keynes wanted to beg Su Han for mercy.

But before he could speak, Su Han had already heard it.

Yet Su Han showed not the slightest ripple of emotion.

He coldly uttered three words.

"Human Path!"

In the span of a breath, Keynes's soul was extracted and devoured by Su Han.

Su Han closed his eyes, quietly savored the memories for a moment, and finally opened his eyes, giving a slight shake of his head.

"Just the most ordinary kind of transmigrator... Nothing of value in the memories either... Though it's a bit disappointing! But that's only normal."

In Su Han's eyes, the troublesome degree of transmigrators was also graded.

The kind who had traversed several worlds and themselves possessed powerful system assistance—

were undoubtedly the more troublesome ones.

And those who had joined a transmigrator organization and could independently launch cross-world campaigns were, in terms of being hard to deal with, comparable to transmigrators who had crossed multiple worlds, if not more so.

As for the kind currently in Su Han's hands—no system, an ordinary transmigration—

they were the easiest enemies to deal with.

His hand loosened, and Keynes's body crashed to the ground.

"Makarov, study properly the many skills inside the Guild chatroom.

Or, save up more points, and in the future strengthen or optimize a few of your skills."

Su Han glanced at Makarov. "After watching the memory projection, you should now realize that your own strength is still not great enough, right?"

"... Understood."

Makarov did not argue further, silently nodding in acknowledgment.

Even setting aside Su Han's grace in saving him, what Su Han had just said was indeed absolutely correct—there was no refuting it.

Su Han walked unhurriedly to Makarov's side, crouched down, and gazed at Erza, who had grabbed the corner of Makarov's clothes and now looked rather uneasy.

Su Han smiled and reached out to pat her head.

Erza's body tensed; she did not dare resist.

"Don't be afraid!"

Su Han's voice was gentle. Although he had not deliberately employed any power of the mind, the flawless outward charm that came with the sublimation of his Infinite Dao was simply too great; with just a smile, Erza's tension eased.

"... You are—!"

Erza's lips moved twice.

"My name is Su Han! You can also call me President."

Su Han reached out and tapped Erza's forehead, "In your mind, there should be a special guild interface, right?"