Chapter 53: The Orlomet Secret: Detroit Smash

PS: Regarding the appearance of Reincarnators, there's no need to worry about weakening the protagonist's guild's golden finger.

The Reincarnators in my setting are unaware of the plot of the mission world.

Moreover, the Reincarnator space in my book is extremely weak—so weak that Reincarnators entering the mission world basically just fire one shot and then move on!

And there are currently no Reincarnators of master level.

Zhao Linger and the others are the first batch of Reincarnators.

There's absolutely no need to worry about Reincarnators gaining great opportunities or stealing girls in the mission world!

Believe me, if Reincarnators truly weakened the guild's golden finger, I'd perform a handstand and pull… cough, you get the idea.

That's it, one more update today—hope everyone gives strong support with collections, thank you!

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As everyone stared in shock or disbelief toward the distance, a tall figure walked slowly toward this place.

The figure's face was unseen, shrouded in thick black smog that veiled his body; only his slender frame, powerful limbs, and straight posture could be discerned as he strode forward with an aura of unparalleled grandeur.

Su Han unleashed Conqueror's Haki, directly confronting the Shaluo Snake.

"Sss!"

The Shaluo Snake flicked its tongue, its narrow eyes darkening with gravity—it could sense the terrifying aura emanating from Su Han, and also perceive the elusive, unstable nature of his current energy.

It could not precisely gauge Su Han's strength, but anyone possessing such an aura could by no means be weak.

"I was just thinking that since I've recently achieved full mastery, where could I find a worthy opponent to test my current power? And yet, here you are, showing up at my door."

Su Han spoke softly; though his steps appeared slow, they were in truth instantaneous. In a few breaths, he passed Zhao Linger and the other three, slightly lifting his head to face the Shaluo Snake directly.

"This feeling is?"

Zhao Linger stared intently at Su Han's back, and for no clear reason, she suddenly felt his silhouette was familiar.

"... No! What are you thinking?"

The moment that thought surfaced in her mind, she shook her head violently to reject it—it was impossible. Though she'd noticed drastic changes in Su Han since returning from the Reincarnator space, how could he possibly have become such a powerhouse?

Yes! This figure, entirely veiled in black mist, radiated the aura of a true master from head to toe.

"Holy shit! That voice is deep, with a hint of rasp."

"Which master is this? Why cover his body in smog?"

"I'm a voice modulator! I bet fifty cents this voice is artificially lowered to hide his identity—but from the unintentional timbre of his vocal cords, I can tell he's young! Definitely under 30, no, under 25!"

"You idiot upstairs! Verified: you're telling me this incredible master is under 25? You clearly don't know that current Spirit Energy Masters are typically over 50."

"I live in Jianghai City! How can I become this legendary master's disciple? Begging all great masters for a guide!"

Wang Dali barely moved his body, glancing at the live stream's comments. His face twisted into a helpless grin, then he exhaled in relief, silently praying.

"Suddenly appearing master! Please, old sir, hold on strong and take down your opponent! Even if you can't defeat him, at least hold out for ten minutes until Master Han Li arrives."

A sharp crack rang out—the Shaluo Snake suddenly moved. Moments before, he had appeared solemn and cautious in his standoff with Su Han, but now his speed was terrifying, like a streak of lightning.

Before the live stream's comments could react to discussing Su Han's power, the Shaluo Snake was already right before Su Han's eyes.

"Good!"

Su Han's voice was hoarse and low. He clenched his fist, and black Armament Haki surged over his left arm.

Then, a terrifying punch exploded forward—the void trembled, the air itself torn apart by the force.

"Detroit Smash!"

This was the body technique secret passed down from All Might.

In My Hero Academia, All Might concentrated all his power into this punch—its upward air current alone was enough to alter the weather.

"Sssss!"

A piercing shriek, filled with terror and disbelief—the Shaluo Snake was struck dead center on the jaw by this terrifying punch.

His entire body shot straight upward like a rocket, cracking into countless fissures before exploding violently into a shower of blood and flesh, scattering in all directions.

The terrifying punch force radiated skyward—with a thunderous crack, the clouds above were shattered into nothing.

Jianghai City's weather had been overcast that day, but this punch instantly altered the heavens—all dark clouds vanished, replaced by a boundless, cloudless blue sky.

Li Xuezhu: "..."

Zhao Linger: "..."

Wang Dali: "..."

The surrounding masters: "..."

What the hell kind of power is this? Can a master even achieve this?

Li Xuezhu's legs went weak; she actually collapsed to her knees. Mom, Jianghai City is terrifyingly dangerous for such a remote little town.

Zhao Linger immediately discarded all her previous assumptions.

Could this possibly be her spirit-energy-insulated childhood friend? It was absurd! Even if someone told her this man was a peak master, she'd believe it.

Wang Dali stared blankly upward, recalling the image of the Shaluo Snake's body exploding into bloody fragments—no trace left. He rolled his eyes and fainted dead away.

After a brief pause, the comments exploded.

"Holy shit! Master! Real master! Jianghai City has a hidden master—and he's definitely one of the strongest!"

"That guy who said this master is under 25—come out and get beaten! You think a being of this caliber is under 25? Even if he's only 35, he's shattered the current world record for master age!"

"I'm convinced! Truly convinced. I've seen Master Ma from the Xuntengxie Society in action—he cut down a skyscraper with one slash. But could Master Ma's punch alter the weather? Impossible!"

The comments now completely covered the entire screen; without muting them, you couldn't even see the actual content.

The incident's popularity was spreading at an extreme speed.

The first appearance of a beast in the city center was already enough to draw attention—but now a legendary master had emerged as well.

Wang Dali's livestream viewership surged from a million straight to eight million, then slowly stabilized.

It was still rising, but no longer at the previous insane rate.