Chapter 148: Piercing Through a Tank

Chapter 148: Punching Through a Tank

Unleashing the Quake Fist, a terrifying burst of seismic force erupted, astonishingly formidable.

With a resounding crash, the massive boulder in front of him shattered instantly, breaking apart into countless fragments.

Amidst the echoing blast, Shen An took several steps backward. Indeed, if a blow of this magnitude were to land on an Awakened being of the same rank, very few would be able to withstand it.

"Hmph, there are no longer any Awakened individuals available for me to practice on. Shattering this boulder is not enough to demonstrate the full might of the Quake Fist, yet I simply cannot find a better target," Shen An muttered to himself, feeling somewhat troubled.

Just at that moment, however, Shen An spotted an abandoned tank not far away, its presence coming as a pleasant surprise.

Tanks were known as the armored fortresses of the land, boasting an astonishing level of defense that even bullets struggled to pierce.

A smile curved the corners of Shen An's lips as an idea formed in his mind. He could test his fist directly against the tank; perhaps this would reveal the true power of his strike.

"This is a wonderful opportunity. I shall use this tank to test the power of my punch," Shen An said.

Had other Awakened ones known of such a mad idea, they would undoubtedly have been utterly shocked.

After all, this was a genuine powerhouse contemplating punching a tank.

Walking up to the tank, he channeled his energy into his fist. At that moment, the primordial essence within his fist erupted with terrifying intensity, reaching an astonishing level.

"Tank, prepare to withstand this punch of mine!" Shen An shouted explosively, then slammed his fist fiercely into the vehicle. The tank emitted a deep, rumbling noise, as if struck by a catastrophic blow.

Yet moments later, the armor plating on the tank fell away to the ground. The lingering force of the Quake Fist had not dissipated in the slightest; instead, it surged straight forward, punching a massive, gaping hole right through the tank's body.

Shen An raised an eyebrow slightly. His single punch had pierced straight through the tank—a feat that, if known to others, would undoubtedly cause a profound sensation.

Just then, a few Awakened practitioners who were training nearby arrived at the scene, having been drawn by the earlier thunderous noise.

Their gazes shifted toward Shen An, their eyes filled with utter astonishment. What in the world had just happened?

Why was there a massive fist-shaped hole in the tank? Could it be that Shen An had punched straight through it just now?

"Simply astonishing! I can hardly believe it. Why is his punch so overwhelmingly powerful?" a young man stared at the wreckage.

"He looks to be about our age, yet how can he unleash such terrifying power? This level of strength is far too frightening," another young man said.

"Terrifying. If that hole in the tank was truly created by a single punch from him, then it is simply... simply unimaginable."

"Punching through a tank? Am I watching a myth unfold?"

Ignoring the onlookers, Shen An quickly executed the Quake Fist once more, slamming another fierce blow into the already crumbling tank. This terrifying strike caused the entire vehicle to violently shudder and quake.

The horror of this punch was something ordinary people could never endure, given that even a tank failed to withstand it.

"He really did smash the tank! Holy crap... is this guy for real? Punching a tank to pieces—even if it wasn't in pristine condition, it's not something an ordinary attack could shatter!"

"Could the power of his punch already rival a cannon shell? It's simply too astonishing, utterly terrifying."

"Holy shit, invincible. This guy is an absolute monster; I have never witnessed a powerhouse of such caliber."

"And that was just hitting a tank. If that struck an Awakened human body, wouldn't they be pierced straight through?"

...

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, feeling that the Shen An before them was nothing short of a monster—an existence on an entirely monstrous level.

Shen An smiled faintly, sweeping his gaze over the battered and shattered tank. This was his masterpiece; in his eyes, the tank had proven completely fragile.

"Not bad. It seems the Quake Fist is indeed overwhelmingly powerful. With a strike like this, very few will be able to hold their ground. An Awakened practitioner in the late third tier might barely be able to block it," Shen An murmured calmly.

Regaining their senses, the group of Awakened hurried over to Shen An's side.

"Mighty warrior, please teach me! Your strength is truly extraordinary, and I have the utmost admiration for you," one young Awakened practically knelt before Shen An. He idolized him completely, his eyes burning with fervent awe.

"A powerhouse like him is truly unbelievable," another young man added.

"I wonder which martial arts dojo he belongs to. I doubt even the Limit Dojo produces geniuses of this caliber."

"Did you guys see that golden badge on his chest? It looks so precious. Could that be a Count's badge from the Grandmaster Council? Is someone so young already a Count?" a young man gasped in shock.

A Count of the Grandmaster Council—what an exalted status! This was definitely not someone they could afford to offend.

"What? Did you say he is a Count of the Grandmaster Council? How is that possible?"

"Look at that shining golden badge. Could that possibly be fake?" another young man whispered.

A smile touched the corners of Shen An's lips as he looked at the young practitioners nearby. He understood the hardships of the path of cultivation, and he also knew that these people desperately yearned to become as strong as he was.

"If you cultivate diligently, there will come a day when you, too, can reach my level," Shen An said.

He believed these individuals all possessed potential, and reaching his current level was by no means an insurmountable task.

A young man stared at Shen An, shock written all over his face. Reach Shen An's level?

"Lord Count, are you speaking the truth? Is it truly possible for us to attain your level of strength? You are someone who can smash a tank to pieces with a single punch!" the young man asked.

In this young man's eyes, Shen An's image was one of overwhelming power yet easygoing nature. He did not feel like an aloof, exalted Count at all, but rather like an approachable elder brother standing right beside him.

Such a benevolent and kind powerhouse only commanded even greater respect from the surrounding practitioners.

"Are you joking? Can we really reach that level too?"

"Would a Count lie to us?"