Dust Wind

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!”
Commander: “How many enemies are out there?”
Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.”
HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Ace of The Dragon Division

Those two guest masters reacted very quickly and rolled to the sides to dodge Xu Cheng's attack. Maybe Xu Cheng shouldn't have said anything.

But it was also because the ceiling was too high so Xu Cheng took a while to fall onto them, and that gave time for these two S-tier masters to dodge.

They stood together, looked at Xu Cheng, and asked, "You killed this man?"

"Looks like you guys didn't gather enough intel." Xu Cheng cracked his knuckles and slowly walked over the dead guy. Suddenly, he charged over.

Seeing how fast he was, the two guest masters were both shocked and didn't dare to underestimate him.

With a punch hurled over, one of them tentatively tried to grab the fist. But who knew, at the instant his palm touched Xu Cheng's fist, he would feel an unstoppable and incomparable force eroding his palm?

That palm that was used to catch Xu Cheng's fist directly broke from the wrist.

Spit Out What You Ate!