: Lü Bu, the Reviveer of the Han Dynasty

The answer to Hua Xiong was Qinglong Xia's second punch.

This time, Hua Xiong made no attempt to defend himself, letting the punch land on his face.

boom.

A very faint sound.

Hua Xiong touched his face.

"No," he said. "This is not right."

The Azure Dragon Knight did not stop.

He threw his third, fourth, and fifth punches in quick succession.

Every punch landed.

Hua Xiong did not retaliate; he stood there, letting Qinglongxia's fists fall on him.

The expression on his face slowly changed from confusion to realization, and then to mockery.

"Is this the Azure Dragon Hero?"

Hua Xiong finally laughed out loud, "That Azure Dragon Hero who can punch through a building?"

Qinglongxia did not answer.

He continued his attack.

But his punches had already slowed down.

His breathing began to become heavy, and his movements began to become distorted.

Hua Xiong grabbed his wrist and lifted him up.

"Are you fucking fake?"

Qinglongxia struggled, still swinging his fists.

Hua Xiong had no choice but to hide.

He looked at the Azure Dragon Knight and suddenly felt it was all very boring.

Hua Xiong threw Qinglong Xia away.

Qinglongxia crashed to the ground, rolled twice, and before he could get up, Hua Xiong had already rushed in front of him.

One punch.

Qinglongxia flew out and crashed into a police car, denting the door.

With just the power of one punch, Qinglong Xia was completely unable to stand up.

His blue battle armor was torn, revealing ordinary clothes underneath.

The mask was askew, revealing half of my face.

The face was ordinary, around thirty years old, and he was constantly vomiting blood.

Hua Xiong walked up to him and looked down at him.

"You are not the Azure Dragon Warrior."

He said, "I don't know why you impersonated him, but you lied to me and ruined my fun."

He raised his fist.

"So you have to die!"

Hua Xiong no longer held back and unleashed his full power.

The fist, powerful enough to pierce through anything, struck out with a whistling sound.

Qinglongxia fell to the ground, powerless to dodge, the fist in his pupils growing larger and larger.

And at that very moment—

"Firmly establish the Great Dharma Seal!"

Suddenly, a figure stood between him and Hua Xiong.

A transparent barrier, like an eggshell, enveloped the Azure Dragon Warrior.

Not only that, a black phantom wearing a jersey with the number 24 appeared.

The iron elbow struck, clashing with Hua Xiong's fist.

boom--

The enormous impact erupted in an instant.

The Azure Dragon Knight, along with the police car behind him, was completely overturned.

After a long while, the noise and commotion gradually subsided.

Qinglongxia finally saw the figure blocking his way.

He's very young; he looks like a child.

But he felt no fear when facing Hua Xiong, who was several times larger than him.

Hua Xiong lowered his head, feeling the tremor from his fist.

He suddenly laughed.

"Interesting," Hua Xiong said. "Today was really interesting."

The one standing in front of Qinglong Xia was naturally Qiao Ye.

At this moment, his heart was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Others may not know, but Qiao Ye himself felt it very clearly.

One punch.

Hua Xiong only threw one punch, and his LV2 [Great Prison Seal] shattered instantly.

"Is the strength of this world really this high?" Qiao Ye couldn't help but wonder.

At this moment, Hua Xiong had already begun to gather his strength for the second time.

A new attack is imminent.

Qiao Ye tensed up, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

They were even preparing to transform into a resurrected corpse, intending to use the [Demon King's Blessing] to increase their physical constitution.

Then, at this very moment.

A loud bang.

An immense shockwave exploded in mid-air.

A figure slowly descended between the two.

Hua Xiong was stunned.

Not only him, but everyone present at this moment wore an expression of disbelief.

"It's you!"

Hua Xiong's arrogance vanished, and his voice even trembled slightly.

Qiao Ye looked at the newcomer with a puzzled expression.

The opponent was dressed in a red and gold battle suit, his cloak fluttering in the night wind.

He was tall and robust, with his hands behind his back.

His face wore a confident and arrogant smile, as if he looked down on everything.

"I heard—"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"Is someone causing trouble here?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiong's expression completely changed.

"The one who will revive the Han dynasty..." he murmured.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

"Lü Bu will be the one to revive the Han dynasty!"

"Didn't he go abroad to attend a superhero conference? How come he's back?"

"A foolish question! The Xinghan warriors can monitor crimes worldwide and fly at speeds exceeding Mach 10. Returning would be a piece of cake for them, wouldn't it?"

Lu Bu, the restorer of the Han dynasty, ignored the cheers.

He simply looked at Hua Xiong, his smile deepening slightly.

"Hua Xiong, the 'King of Strength,' right?" he said. "I've heard of you. You're incredibly strong, capable of killing someone with a single punch?"

He paused.

"Then can you kill me?"

Hua Xiong did not answer; his legs were trembling.

Lu Bu smiled.

Then he disappeared.

The next second, there was a loud crack.

Hua Xiong was sent flying, smashing through one wall, then another, and finally piercing through the entire building, collapsing onto the road like a dog.

Lu Bu reappeared in the same spot.

He didn't disappear; he simply slapped Hua Xiong at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

As a result, the opponent, who claimed to be the King of Strength, was completely unable to withstand his strength.

Lu Bu clapped his hands, as if brushing off dust.

"It's boring."

Lu Bu soared into the sky and arrived in front of the hostages.

"Everyone, you can leave now."

He said, "It's alright now."

The hostages were stunned for a second, then some cried, some knelt, and some ran away.

Lu Bu did not look at them again.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the crowd below.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Those who will revive the Han! Those who will revive the Han! Those who will revive the Han!"

Lu Bu spread his arms wide, his golden cloak billowing in the night wind.

"This is the meaning of my existence."

He said his voice echoed throughout the square, "Protect this city, protect each and every one of you."

The cheers grew louder.

Lu Bu jumped off the building and landed lightly.

He walked up to Qinglongxia and looked down at him.

Qinglongxia was still lying on the ground, covered in blood and in a sorry state.

Lu Bu reached out and helped him up.

Qinglongxia was unsteady on his feet and had to hold onto a police car next to him to keep his balance.

Lu Bu looked at him.

"Are you the Azure Dragon Knight?"

Qinglongxia remained silent.

Lu Bu waited a few seconds, then shook his head.

"You are not."

He said, "I don't know who you are, or why you're impersonating him."

He paused.

"But I saw how you rushed up there just now."

Qinglongxia raised his head.

"Commendable courage."

Lu Bu said, "But don't do that next time. If you rush in like that, you won't save anyone; you'll only get yourself killed."

Qinglongxia remained silent.

Lu Bu patted him on the shoulder.

"The stretcher has arrived, let's go to the hospital for treatment."

He turned around, faced the crowd, and opened his arms.

The cheers were deafening.

"Those who will revive the Han! Those who will revive the Han! Those who will revive the Han!"

The crowd surged forward, surrounding Lü Bu in the middle.

"You are our hero!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Bu shook his head slightly.

"No!"

He held up one finger and pointed at everyone.

"You! My friends, you are the true heroes!"

The crowd erupted in even louder cheers.

No one reads Azure Dragon Knight anymore.

He stood there, covered in blood, his blue battle suit torn to shreds.

The stretcher came over, but Qinglongxia pushed it away.

He turned around and slowly walked out.

He walked very slowly, with a limp.