The figure merely stood there and simply swung a punch, like a whirlwind sweeping through, as if bombarded by artillery shells.
The scar-faced strong man's head exploded just like that, turning him into a headless corpse, falling stiffly to the ground.
The bloody and brutal scene instantly dropped the atmosphere on site to freezing point.
Everyone stood still, their facial expressions frozen at the moment of the punch.
There was astonishment, there was fear, but more was bewilderment in the face of this sudden, overwhelming power.
The treasure hunters, who were shouting and about to charge forward just now, seemed like they were under an Immobilization Spell, all speechless, unable to utter a single word.
A few who were closer and ready to swarm halted abruptly, their hands holding weapons quietly retreating backward.
They seemed to want to show they meant no harm, fearing that they too might become the next target of attack and end up like the scar-faced strong man.
