The Martial God with Psychic Powers

Crack—

Boom—

Yeon Woo Jin threw a punch so fast it was barely visible to the naked eye.

The sound of the air bursting came only a moment later.

Which meant the sound couldn’t even keep up with his speed.

Each time the air exploded, the shockwaves spread out toward the nearby students.

And just from those shockwaves alone, the kids staggered backward.

He hadn’t even used martial arts—he was just punching.

Seon Woo Baek and Jang Un spoke quietly to each other.

“He’s not planning to hit us with that, right?”

“C’mon... he said he’s just warming up.”

“Who the hell warms up like that? It looks like that fist could come flying at me any second.”