Chapter 167: Too Astonishing

Chapter 167: Absolutely Astonishing

"Damn it, do you still think I was lying to you? What are you even thinking? I would never deceive you. You'll see for yourself in a moment—the Type 96 tanks are right over there," said the youth in the sportswear.

"Hmph, Type 96 tanks? Those aren't just your ordinary tanks. You must be seeing things. I'm pretty sure your eyes are playing tricks on you," remarked another young awakened individual.

"Tch, you don't believe me? The truth will be revealed in a second." The sportswear-clad youth wore a confident expression. He had seen the Type 96 tanks with his own eyes, which was why he had alerted his companion, intending to team up and dismantle the tanks to sell whatever valuable components they could salvage.

"Where on earth are these Type 96 tanks you were talking about? Why can't I see them?" asked another young awakened.

The sportswear youth shifted his gaze, only to find that where the Type 96 tanks used to be, there was now merely a pile of scrap metal. Moreover, a remarkably handsome young man was continuously striking the remains with his bare fists.

Could those two perfectly fine Type 96 tanks have both been destroyed by that single person using only his fists?

The Type 96 tanks, which he had always considered to have impenetrable defense, had now been reduced completely to a heap of scrap metal.

"No way? The Type 96 tanks were right there just a moment ago. How on earth did they turn into a pile of scrap metal?" the sportswear youth asked, disbelief written all over his face.

"Those are indeed the Type 96 tanks, but they've already been smashed to pieces by that guy over there, reduced to nothing more than scrap iron," one of the youths explained.

"You've got to be kidding me. That sounds way too absurd. Wrecking Type 96 tanks with just bare fists? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing. Do you even know how incredible the armor hardness of a Type 96 tank is? It's twice as tough as an ordinary tank and practically impossible to smash under normal circumstances. Even with heavy weaponry, leaving a mark on a Type 96 tank wouldn't be easy. And now you're telling me he destroyed them using nothing but his fists?"

The sportswear youth stared blankly at Shen An, forced to believe his own eyes because Shen An's fists were literally making the remnants of the Type 96 tanks vanish before them.

Gradually, the wreckage of the tanks was beaten into an unrecognizable pile of scrap iron, completely fading away from these people's field of vision.

"If we don't go over and stop him soon, I think that pile of scrap metal is going to be pulverized into dust. That guy is ridiculously strong. That's the armor plating of a Type 96 tank we're talking about, not just some ordinary object! How could anyone's fists possibly reach that kind of level?" a young man exclaimed in shock.

"Holy shit, he actually smashed the armor with his bare fists. That is seriously insane!"

"It's utterly terrifying! Just who on earth is this guy? And look at that glowing thing pinned to his chest—how dazzling! Could that be... could that be the badge of the King of Earls?" another young man cried out in awe.

"The badge of the King of Earls? What are you dreaming about? He's so young, how could he possibly have any connection to the King of Earls? As far as I know, even an ordinary Earl holds an immensely high position within the Grandmaster Council, let alone the King of Earls, whose status ranks far above that of an Earl," the sportswear youth argued.

"Then how do you explain the badge of the King of Earls on that man's chest?"

"That... maybe... perhaps it's..." The sportswear youth tried to come up with a logical explanation, but he quickly realized it was simply impossible.

The badge of the King of Earls could only ever be worn by the King of Earls himself. The fact that Shen An wore it now could only mean one thing: Shen An *was* the true King of Earls.

"I suddenly have a terrifying thought. I have a feeling that guy is far from ordinary. Could he possibly be... could he actually be the King of Earls?" the sportswear youth said, shaken to his core.

A young man roughly their own age had actually become the King of Earls? In their worldview, merely joining the Grandmaster Council was already an supreme honor, while the King of Earls was an existence too grand to even dare dream of.

"Even novels wouldn't dare write something like this! How could someone so young be the King of Earls? Am I hallucinating?" A young man rubbed his eyes, only to find that Shen An was still standing right there in the distance, completely unchanged.

"It's... it's really the King of Earls..."

At this moment, Shen An withdrew his fists. His expression remained exceedingly calm as he swept his gaze across the young people not far away and said indifferently, "Were you talking about me?"

Shen An happened to need someone to show him around and help him get familiar with the situation in Su City. He knew that with a local guide, finding a suitable training ground within Su City shouldn't be too difficult.

"The King of Earls is here! Everyone be careful, make sure not to anger him. That person has the entire Grandmaster Council backing him up; if we offend him, we won't have a good end," a young man warned.

The sportswear youth trembled slightly, feeling immense pressure as he watched Shen An walking toward them.

"The King of Earls... it's the King of Earls! I must stay calm, I must stay calm," muttered the sportswear youth.

Shen An arrived before the group of young awakened ones. His gaze fell upon one of them, and he asked, "I wish to head to Su City. Can someone show me the way?"

"Head to Su City? Ah, you... are you... are you the King of Earls?" The sportswear youth almost shrieked, the pressure bearing down on him growing heavier by the second.

Shen An sensed the heavy tension radiating from them; it was obvious they had been terrified by his King of Earls badge.

Shen An smiled and said in a gentle, amiable tone, "You don't need to be afraid. I harbor no ill intentions toward you. Are you frightened by this thing? I'll put it away so you won't feel so much pressure."

Shen An put away the badge of the King of Earls. He didn't care much for such trinkets anyway and had only worn it casually. He simply hadn't expected that the badge would impose such overwhelming psychological pressure on these people.

"There, I've put the badge away," Shen An said mildly.

The group finally let out a collective sigh of relief.

The sportswear youth looked at Shen An and asked, "You... you really are the King of Earls?"

"That's right. I am indeed the King of Earls of the Grandmaster Council," Shen An replied.

"Then... then did you really smash those Type 96 tanks to pieces? It's simply hard to believe that anyone could shatter the armor of a Type 96 tank with their bare fists. The hardness of a Type 96 tank's armor is beyond ordinary imagination. Word has it that even heavy artillery wouldn't easily pierce it. If all of this is true, it's just too astonishing!"

"The Type 96 tanks? I certainly smashed them. There's no need for you to be surprised; I used the Trembling Fist technique to barely break them apart. Naturally, ordinary attacks wouldn't have been able to destroy them," Shen An stated indifferently.