Facing Pang De's incoming palm, Fenric remained indifferent.
He could clearly tell that Pang De was holding back—his strike was restrained and didn't target any vital points.
After all, this was just an internal military exercise, not a battlefield where life and death were at stake.
"Smack!"
Fenric made no attempt to dodge, allowing Pang De's palm to land squarely on his shoulder.
Suddenly—
Pang De's expression changed dramatically.
It felt like he had grabbed a block of granite, not a human shoulder!
And that wasn't an exaggeration.
Fenric had not only undergone the Super Soldier Serum transformation—his physique stat had reached a monstrous 310 points.
To put that into perspective: if a normal person's physique is rated at 10, Fenric's body was 31 times stronger.
What did that mean in real terms?
Here's the simplest example: even without using Armament Haki, a pistol's 5.9mm bullet wouldn't penetrate his body.
His muscle density was simply too absurd.
That's why Fenric didn't bother dodging Pang De's attack.
Although generals in this world were strengthened by the Samsara System and boasted extraordinary power, Pang De's strength alone was nowhere near enough to hurt Fenric.
Finger strikes weren't the same as fists—and couldn't be compared.
In the next moment—
Fenric's shoulder twitched slightly, shaking off Pang De's hand with ease.
"Good!"
Pang De suddenly shouted, his expression turning serious. His eyes burned with fighting spirit.
Without hesitation, he clenched his fists and launched a powerful strike straight at Fenric.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The sound of the punch tearing through the air was sharp and heavy.
Its power was on par with that of the Iron Ox Palm—one of Pang De's signature techniques.
Fenric could've dodged with ease.
But—
He didn't move.
This was the perfect moment to earn prestige (and show off a little).
Fenric took a deep breath. His muscles tensed, and his dantian tightened with internal force.
He intended to take the full brunt of Pang De's punch—head-on.
"BOOM—!!"
The punch landed.
Fenric's body trembled slightly… but then quickly stabilized.
Up in the viewing stands, the gathered generals gasped collectively, their faces filled with disbelief.
After receiving Pang De's punch directly, the young man didn't even flinch!
Even more shockingly—he hadn't taken a single step back.
Pang De was a first-class general. Though not known solely for brute strength, his full-force punch still held immense destructive power.
None of the onlooking generals would dare take it barehanded.
But this young man? He took it like it was nothing.
Was he even human?!
That was the shared thought running through everyone's minds.
Even Old Cao—Cao Cao himself—stood among them, eyes flashing with surprise.
He had trained in martial arts during his youth and knew Pang De's strength better than anyone.
This young man had just taken Pang De's full-force blow… without changing his expression?
Cao Cao's gaze grew thoughtful, staring intently at Fenric.
"Damn! Shura boss is insane!"
"What kind of monster body does he have?!"
"He's not human—that's a beast!"
"As expected of Shura! This fight's already over."
"Yeah! With Shura boss here, we've got this team battle in the bag!"
The Samsara players watching from below couldn't stop chattering in excitement.
The soldiers were equally stunned.
Pang De was a renowned general in the entire Cao camp.
Now? His punch couldn't even phase an unknown newcomer?
Was this a rigged match?!
On the ring.
"You... you're incredibly strong!" Pang De said, retracting his fist and staring at Fenric in shock.
Fenric gave a calm smile. "General flatters me."
Though he looked composed on the outside, Fenric was far from unfazed.
Pang De's punch had stirred his blood and qi violently.
He had barely held it together...
Yes.
He was forcing himself to act cool!
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Hearing the system notification, Fenric was very satisfied.
Reputation wasn't just about being known—it was about commanding awe and respect.
This little performance had earned him over 3,000 points. He was more than pleased.
"Kid, I won't hold back anymore," Pang De said seriously. "You'd better be ready."
In truth, Pang De already knew he probably wasn't a match for Fenric.
But giving up without a proper fight just wasn't in his nature.
"Please go all out, General," Fenric replied calmly.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Pang De charged again.
Same punch—this time aimed directly at Fenric's heart.
The heart was a deadly weak point. A precise strike could disrupt blood flow or even stop the heart entirely.
Naturally, Fenric didn't dare tank this one.
Finally, he moved.
Like lightning, Fenric struck back.
His hand shot out and—faster than the eye could follow—grabbed Pang De's wrist, twisting and redirecting the attack with ease.
Slide! Slide! Slide!
Pang De stumbled back from the sheer force, nearly flying out of the ring.
Before, it was Pang De who had knocked the Iron Ox backward again and again.
Now, the tables had turned.
Pang De's face flushed. He stomped hard on the ground to stabilize himself, barely managing to stay upright.
His eyes locked onto Fenric, mixed with frustration—and rising fear.
Fenric's strength... was terrifying.
Pang De suddenly doubted whether the person standing in front of him was even human.
More like a Tyrannosaurus!
How could a person possess such overwhelming strength? Such a powerful body? And such blinding speed?
Even more mind-boggling—Fenric didn't even look bulky. Tall, yes—but not overly muscular.
How could a frame like that contain such monstrous power?
There's a saying:
"One force breaks ten thousand techniques."
When strength reaches a certain threshold, no amount of technique can stand against it.
Fenric had reached that point.
Unless one had power on the same level, no combat experience or flashy skills could help.
In front of him, everything could be settled in a single punch.