Celestial Night Emperor

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Another Instakill

"Hold on!" The burly man ground his teeth, so choked with rage he almost spat blood.

He grabbed the game attendant. "Do you have one of those punching machines? The kind where you hit it and see your score!"

As a professional boxer and kickboxer, the punching machine was the one game the burly man felt most confident about.

The game attendant looked displeased. "He’s already won two rounds. You’re a professional fighter. Isn’t competing on that machine a bit like bullying him?"

The burly man grabbed him by the collar. "Are you asking for it? Do you want me to tear this whole dump down?"

Seeing his murderous look, the terrified game attendant stammered, "We have one. We... we have that kind of machine."

A punching machine was wheeled out.

It was a professional-looking machine with a target pad mounted on it. You hit it with all your might—the stronger the force, the higher the score!

The burly man scoffed, spat into his palm, and clenched his fist.

"Kid, try this! If I lose, I’ll give you ten thousand!"

The burly man’s eyes were bloodshot.

Ten thousand!

The crowd went dead silent, staring at him in shock.

To ordinary people just out for a day of fun, ten thousand was a huge sum of money.

Qin Tianxuan turned around casually. "You still want to play?"

The burly man roared, "If I lose, I’ll give you ten thousand! If you fucking dare to accept and you lose, you’ll get on your knees, kowtow, and call me ’Grandpa’ three times!"

’Some people just won’t give up until they’re staring disaster in the face.’

Qin Tianxuan shrugged indifferently. "Fine."

The crowd buzzed with excitement once more.

Many people had played on a punching machine before, so they were genuinely curious.

Could the handsome guy really pull off another win?

This was a bet for ten thousand and a kowtow, after all!

The punching machine’s lights began to flash.

Taking his rightful place, the burly man stepped up first.

Qin Tianxuan didn’t even bother to look. ’I really feel like I’m bullying this guy,’ he thought. ’Why does every challenge have to be something I’m best at? Competing with me in strength? Sigh. There’s no need to be in such a hurry to die.’

Meanwhile, the burly man was brimming with confidence.

He took a few deep breaths and started his warm-up.

He clenched his fist, threw a few practice swings at the machine, and then let out a massive roar, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets.

His ferocious punch whistled through the air before it BOOMED against the sensor!

The punching machine let out a loud CLANG.

The numbers on the screen flashed rapidly!

Everyone was stunned.

An average person would only score four or five hundred points.

This guy’s score... it looked like it was in the thousands!

Was it over a thousand points?

DING!

The punching machine let out a shrill beep as golden symbols danced across the screen.

The final score!

points!

"Holy shit! That’s like the force of three or four average people’s punches combined."

"In other words, that’s 180 kilograms of punching force!"

Even the attendant was floored. "Sir, you truly live up to your title as a professional kickboxer! That’s the highest score we’ve had since this machine was installed! You’re incredible!"

The burly man was panting heavily. That punch had clearly unleashed his full potential.

He’d never even hit that hard in training!

He proudly raised his head and roared at Qin Tianxuan again.

Behind him, the chubby guy’s palms were red from clapping. His elated wife blew a series of kisses. "Darling, you’re the best!"

Niannian, however, nervously clenched her little fists.

"Little Mama, what if Daddy loses?"

Han Biwei was full of confidence. "Don’t worry, sweetie. Your dad will definitely win!"

That might be what she said, but to the onlookers, this final game represented the ultimate measure of a man’s strength.

Qin Tianxuan had already surprised them twice. What about this time?

They waited in anticipation.

The burly man’s bravado had returned in full force. After his roar, he pointed a contemptuous pinky finger at Qin Tianxuan. "If you can beat my score, not only will I give you the ten thousand, I’ll get on my knees and call you ’Grandpa’ three times!"

Qin Tianxuan was speechless.

He walked directly up to the punching machine.

Without any warm-up, he didn’t even bother to roll up his sleeves.

He looked completely relaxed, utterly without pressure.

The crowd looked disappointed.

"Is he giving up, bro?"

"Don’t give up! We believe in you!"

"Give him something fierce!"

Qin Tianxuan was unfazed. ’This kind of competition is utterly pointless,’ he thought.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he stood very close to the machine and gently reached out a hand.

He didn’t even make a fist. He simply raised a single pinky finger.

Huh?!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What was this guy doing, just raising one finger?

Was he really going to test his strength with just his pinky?

That was ridiculous!

Qin Tianxuan truly did have his pinky raised, his expression unchanging.

Even the game attendant was at a loss for words. "Sir, this game requires explosive power. Don’t tell me you plan to beat a professional fighter with just one finger?"

Qin Tianxuan curled his pinky back, smiled faintly, and suddenly flicked it forward!

Silence.

Dead silence.

Then, a tremendous BANG!

A terrifyingly loud BANG!

A plume of black smoke suddenly erupted from the massive frame of the punching machine.

The target pad let out a shrill screech and, under the immense, unparalleled force, simply burst apart!

CRASH!

The entire punching machine toppled over.

It didn’t just fall—it was sent flying several meters!

The game attendant’s mouth hung open, his eyes bulged, and he stood completely petrified.

Everyone else in the crowd was petrified, too.

There was no need to check the score. This was, once again, an instant kill for Qin Tianxuan.

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