Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time

Everyone watching the fight winced as they heard the sharp, high-pitched grunt of Gao Ren.

THUD.

The boy didn’t even have the luxury of cursing before he collapsed to the ground, his limbs twitching like a fish out of water. His eyes welled up with tears, his mouth foamed like an over-shaken bottle of ale, and then—silence. A couple of seconds later, he simply passed out, unable to bear the ungodly pain that had been inflicted upon him.

And it wasn’t just Gao Ren who felt the agony; every man present—young, old, warrior, or scholar—grimaced, instinctively cupping their groins as if protecting themselves from a ghostly aftershock.

Even Elder Nie Jing, a battle-hardened master who had seen all manner of carnage, winced. Several male disciples paled, some falling to their knees as if they, too, had been struck by Han Yu’s legendary technique.

"Terrifying... Too terrifying!" the boys watching all muttered in horror.

Even Fan Lian and She Ming, mid-combat in the second ring, froze upon witnessing the sheer brutality of the strike.¹

"That kid is a menace!" whispered one of the senior disciples.

There was an unspoken agreement among all male participants: if Han Yu ever offered a friendly spar, they would politely decline... and then run in the opposite direction.