We agreed on mecha combat, so what the hell is this about your physical body exploding into a planet

Ye Yan on the screen moved.

He didn't run away.

They didn't dodge.

No normal person would react to facing 120 monsters.

He simply walked over.

What was originally an ordinary action was now extremely unusual.

Ye Yan walked step by step towards the black tide.

Their pace was slow, even leisurely.

can.

Click!

The ground cracked wherever Ye Yan stepped.

It wasn't an exaggerated shattering, but rather tiny, visible cracks spreading from his feet outwards like a spider web.

This is proof that one cannot fully control one's own power.

That's normal.

Having gained such immense power in an instant, it was naturally impossible to control it as freely as before.

but.

Is it really necessary to control power?

Ye Yan raised his eyes, looked at the approaching demon, and grinned.

"Come on! Let's test this power with you!"

Eighty meters.

Sixty meters.

The horde of monsters drew closer, their roars even penetrating the soundproofing of the secret realm and faintly reaching the hall.

Forty meters.

Twenty meters.

ten meters.

"roar!"

The three A-level elites at the front roared, opened their blood-red mouths full of fangs, and pounced on Ye Yan from three directions.

They are five times the size of ordinary monsters, each standing five meters tall, with purple energy patterns covering their exoskeletons.

Their claws are sharp enough to tear apart the outer armor of an S-class mech, and their fangs are strong enough to bite through the armor plating of a warship.

Three A-level elites attacking simultaneously would force even an A-level mech pilot to be on high alert.

Ye Yan simply extended his hand.

The movements were slow and casual.

but.

brush!

The moment his fingers sliced ​​through the air, they emitted a sharp whistling sound.

boom!

That was the sound of fingers breaking the sound barrier.

His right hand gripped the upper jaw of the monster in the middle.

He grabbed his chin with his left hand.

then.

tear.

The reason this word is used here is not because Ye Yan did anything complicated.

That's all he did.

Apply force in opposite directions with both hands.

The head of the A-rank elite monster was torn in half.

It's not about cutting it open or smashing it.

Instead, it was torn open.

Like tearing a piece of paper.

Black blood cascaded down like a waterfall, soaking Ye Yan completely.

The two halves of the monster's corpse flew off from his left and right sides, crashed to the ground, and slid for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

The attacks from the other two A-rank elites arrived simultaneously.

One claw slammed into Ye Yan's left shoulder, while the other's fangs bit into his right arm.

Someone screamed in the hall.

But Ye Yan did not back down.

His left shoulder was struck by a claw, leaving three white marks on his skin.

That's it.

There was no tearing, no bleeding, and not even bruising.

Even the three white streaks disappeared within a second, as if they had never existed.

His right arm was gripped by fangs, and the monster snapped its jaws shut with a force powerful enough to pierce through the armor of a warship.

Several shallow teeth marks were left on his arm.

Ye Yan looked down at the demon that was biting his right arm.

Then, he bent his arm.

The monster's jawbone made a cracking sound.

Broken.

Its mouth was pried open by Ye Yan's arm, and its lower jawbone was broken in the middle. The upper half was still hanging on the gums, while the lower half fell to the ground.

The monster let out a painful howl, opened its mouth, and staggered backward.

Ye Yan did not pursue.

He just stood there, looking down at the teeth marks on his right arm.

The teeth marks were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing without a trace in less than a second.

He flexed his fingers, and his knuckles made a cracking sound.

"this one?"

Ye Yan raised his head and looked at the remaining group of monsters.

All 117 monsters stopped in their tracks.

They no longer charge, no longer roar, and no longer advance.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on the man in the middle.

They are afraid.

Abyssal monsters.

Abyssal monsters that feed on fear.

At this moment, I am filled with fear.

No one spoke in the hall.

On their different faces, I saw the same expression: shock, horror, disbelief.

"How could this happen?"

Su Wanqing's hands were trembling, her eyes fixed on the blood-covered figure on the screen.

"How could he possess such power?"

That's Ye Yan.

She knew Ye Yan.

Ye Yan, the one who stayed up all night drawing blueprints in the lab, who would grimace when he burned his hand with coffee, and who didn't say a word when she dumped him.

Ye Yan, whom she was mocking just yesterday.

At this moment, he is tearing apart an A-rank elite monster with his bare hands.

Countless images flashed through Su Wanqing's mind.

Two years ago, Ye Yan confessed his feelings to her for the first time.

He stood downstairs at the girls' dormitory, holding a bunch of metal flowers welded together from scrap parts.

The flower was terribly ugly, crooked and twisted, with welding slag on its petals.

But each petal could move. When Ye Yan demonstrated it to her, her finger was cut by the sharp edge, and blood dripped onto the petals.

He said, "I don't have money to buy real flowers, but these won't wither."

She felt ashamed and threw the flowers into the trash can.

A year ago, she began to approach Chen Tianhao.

The eldest son of the Chen family is rich and powerful; a single mecha he owns could cost her more than she could earn in a lifetime.

She secretly copied Ye Yan's design drawings; three years of hard work, a single chip, and it was all transferred in five minutes.

She told herself it was for her future, for a better life, for...

For what?

For the sake of now, watching Ye Yan slaughter monsters in the secret realm,

And she was trembling?

On the screen, Ye Yan moved again.

He approached the A-rank elite monster with its jawbone shattered. The monster tried to back away, but its legs were trembling, and it couldn't stand up at all.

Ye Yan walked up to it, reached out, and grabbed its head.

The five fingers were embedded in the gaps of the exoskeleton, like embedding a piece of soft mud.

then.

-pinch.

Click, click, click.

The exoskeleton shattered layer by layer, and black blood gushed out in layers. The monster's wails grew weaker and weaker.

puff.

Like stepping on a bag full of water and bursting it.

The monster's head turned to dust in Ye Yan's hands, and broken bones and black blood slipped from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground with a sticky sound.

Ye Yan shook the blood off his hands, turned to look at the remaining hundred or so demons, and smiled.

Su Wanqing's stomach suddenly contracted, and a surge of acid rushed to her throat.

She covered her mouth, desperately trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

That wasn't human laughter.

It's the smile of an apex predator looking down on its prey.

"Impossible..." she murmured, her voice barely audible. "This can't be... He's just a poor student... He can't even afford a C-class mecha... He..."

She couldn't continue.

Because Ye Yan on the screen is doing something even more terrifying—

He is accelerating.

His speed increased so much that the screen's capture system began to show afterimages.

A blue-white light trailed a long tail behind him, like a falling meteor.

. . .