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Chapter 890 Only Can be Admired, Impossible to Surpass
Franco's punch was brutal.
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It froze the attention of every elite trainee in the arena their expressions filled with shock and awe.
The shockwave from the strike sent ripples through the air, its power and intensity palpable even from several yards away.
Bill, who was so close, froze in place in that instant.
The sheer force of the punch left him paralyzed with shock.
In that split second between life and death, he had no chance to resist or dodge.
All he could do was watch in helpless horror as the punch sped toward his face with unstoppable force.
At that moment, his mind was filled with nothing but the overwhelming sense of impending doom.
The deafening roar of the fist cutting through the air was enough to shatter anyone's resolve, its power enough to break a person in an instant.
The shockwave from the punch slammed into Bill's already wavering body, leaving him no way to escape.
If that punch landed on his face, the outcome was unimaginable.
All the elite trainees watching from the stands held their breath, their eyes fixed on the scene.
The Franco standing in the arena was no longer the frail, elderly man he once was.
He now appeared like a fierce, descending tiger pouncing on its prey!
In the blink of an eye, a powerful punch was thrown.
In an instant, the overwhelming force of the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul was unmistakably unleashed.
A deafening crash followed, and the arena was instantly consumed by a cloud of dust and flying rubble.
Bill trembled violently, collapsing heavily to the ground.
At that moment, he could no longer tell if his senses of sight and sound were real or just an illusion.
It was only when he looked up at Franco standing before him that he snapped back to reality.
General Whalen's powerful punch never landed on his face.
At the last split second, it veered slightly and smashed into the ground behind him.
Yet, the sheer force of the punch's shockwave still sent a sharp pain through his cheek.
Turning around, he saw that the pillar near the corner of the arena had been shattered into a heap of debris and dust.
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shattered by Franco's punch.
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What's more, it was a punch that had lost its power because he'd had to abruptly change its direction.
One could only imagine the terrifying force of impact had the punch struck the target directly.
As the debris and dust exploded into the air, the blazing midday sun reflected off the chaos, sending sparks flying in all directions. "Time's up!"
The referee's voice echoed through the arena, and Bill collapsed onto the platform, lying there like a broken ragdoll.
Looking back, it was clear that during the previous nine minutes, Franco had only used about 40% to 50% of his strength.
It was only with that final, violent blow that he revealed even a fraction of his true power.
This was the strength of the legendary Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, once feared around the world!
If only time could be turned back 20 years
To return to the peak of Dragon Soul's glory.
One could only imagine the sheer force of their strength.
Looking up, through the haze of dust and light, Franco's tall, lean figure seemed like a towering mountain reaching into the clouds.
Bill couldn't help but silently marvel.
A legend of the era, only can be admired, impossible to surpass!
After a brief moment of disorientation, Bill scrambled to his feet excitedly.
Exhausted from the intense strain, Bill's powerful frame swayed unsteadily.
Summoning every last ounce of strength, he straightened up into a perfect stance and saluted Franco with a formal military salute.
It was his highest expression of respect for the Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, and a deep reverence for this battle-hardened Draconian warrior. Franco patted Bill's shoulder coldly. "Return to your unit."
With that, he turned and effortlessly leaped off the platform, leaving behind a back so imposing it could shake the very earth.
A mountain breeze swept through, dispersing the swirling dust and debris under the harsh midday sun.
The fighting ring returned to its proud and lonely state
Bill along with Gavin Talia and George all weary and battered made their way to Robin.
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After ten minutes of intense combat, none of the four had a single piece of intact clothing left.
All their protective gear had been shattered.
If it weren't for the faint traces of their military ranks and numbers still visible, it would be impossible to tell who they were.
They looked just like four refugees.
Despite their efforts to stand tall, their bodies swayed and shook uncontrollably. In their current state, even the lightest breeze could send them toppling.
In that state, a single gust of wind could knock them to the ground.
Looking at their sorry state, Robin asked, "What did you learn from this match?" "Report to Commander-in-chief. Exhausted and in pain!" Bill called out loudly.
Robin snorted. "Who was it earlier that insisted on not wearing protective gear?
"Now, think about it. If you hadn't worn any, would you even still be standing here?
"You couldn't even defend yourselves against the 'old, weak, and frail, and that was four against one.
"What makes you believe you still have the right to represent Draconia in this year's international military martial tournament?"noveldrama
Bill quickly responded, "Report to Commander-in-chief Ramsey, I was wrong."
"Where did you do wrong?" Robin asked in a low voice.
"I was too arrogant and reckless. I lacked respect and wasn't prepared enough," Bill replied, his voice filled with regret.
"Even though I ranked first in the overall assessment of this training session, I'm still far from the legendary warriors of the past."
Robin smiled coldly. "General Whalen only used about 80% to 40% of his strength today, and look at what happened to you. "If he had given his all, none of you would still be here.
"Yes, Commander-in-chief!" the four responded in unison.
Robin turned her gaze to Talia. "I seem to recall someone saying that if they couldn't defeat General Whalen, they'd cut ties with their father."
"Report, Commander-in-chief Ramsey, it was me!" Talia replied, shaking out her messy hair.
"Do you regret it?" Robin asked coldly.
Talia lifted her head and answered loudly, "No regrets!"
"From today on, I don't know anyone named Simon Cross. I only know the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul! I'll train under the generals and make sure I earn a spot in this year's international martial
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tournament!"
The senior officers at the front all laughed.
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Jack leaned in, speaking quietly to Franco, "It looks like that old guy Simon is about to come after you."
"There's nothing we can do about that," Franco said with a chuckle. He glanced at the young faces of the elites in the arena, his eyes sparkling with anticipation
Robin ordered Bill and the others to return to their units, then scanned the arena, eyeing all the trainees. "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge the generals on stage?"
"No!" Every trainee in the arena responded in unison.
"Great! I'm announcing the rules for the remaining five days of intensive training.
"All trainees will be divided into 12 groups, each led by one of the generals for your training.
"All training programs will be organized by the 12 Dragon Soul generals themselves!
"Five days from now, there will be a final evaluation to select the top ten elites who will compete alongside me!"
For the next five days, all the special forces elites in training would undergo the most grueling, devilish intensive training of their lives.
At 3 p.m., Jethro and Anton, along with their team, arrived at the Wolfsbane Summit training base.
Robin joined them as they boarded a private jet to Qacalisle Island, where they would attend the Qacalisle Summit Meeting the next morning.
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