My fate is determined by myself, not by heaven!
Hawk had no idea how other Saints trained. After all, the Saints he remembered were from anime. This was reality. As everyone knows, stories require logic; reality does not.
So…
Having thrown ten thousand punches every day for a full thousand days straight, Hawk had long since perfected this simple technique into a masterpiece.
There’s a saying: if someone can draw and sheathe their sword a hundred thousand times, they can master the Heavenly Slash Sword Technique.
Hawk’s punches—retracted and thrown—far exceeded a hundred thousand. After completing his cosmos cultivation and activation task, this punch technique finally underwent a qualitative transformation.
The Sonic Punch!
A method that could raise one’s punch speed to sonic levels, and with the burning of one’s cosmos, possibly even surpass the speed of sound.
What is the Sonic Punch?
It means that when my fist strikes your body, you will first feel the pain, and only then hear the sound of my punch.
That is the Sonic Punch.
Boom!
Amid the explosions of flying crafts above the street, Captain Chitari leapt from the craft at the last moment to escape. The blast roared in his ears as he drew a weapon from behind him. It glowed with a ghostly green light—not a firearm, but a spear-like weapon.
Before him stood Hawk, bare-chested, his physique sculpted and muscular like a statue.
There was no helping it.
Under Captain Chitari’s overwhelming bombardment, Hawk remained unscathed, but the T-shirt he had worn for years was shredded to death by flying debris.
No matter.
Without the torn shirt, wearing only gray casual pants and a pair of old sneakers, Hawk felt stronger.
And it was no illusion.
Everyone knows.
Ripped clothes mean increased combat power!
“Human!” Captain Chitari gripped the glowing green spear tightly, his large green eyes fixed on Hawk beneath his metal mask.
On the alien mothership’s display screen beyond the wormhole, Hawk’s image also appeared.
Hawk looked at Captain Chitari, who held the glowing green spear, and tilted his head with a smile.
The next second,
He stretched out his right hand toward Captain Chitari, palm open, fingers together, beckoning him.
No nonsense.
“Come!”
“Face death!”
Captain Chitari stared at Hawk’s indifferent expression and almost insulting gesture, expressionless. With a loud stomp, his foot shattered the ground beneath him, and he dashed forward like a streak through the air. Simultaneously, the spear’s tip flared with ghostly green light, releasing volley after volley of energy blasts.
Hawk also exerted force beneath his feet. As the ground cracked and sank, he transformed into a golden streak tearing through the vision, rushing toward Captain Chitari.
From memory, once a Bronze Saint awakens their cosmos, gains recognition from their constellation, and dons their constellation armor, their bodies become terrifying entities.
Their defense becomes astonishing; their punch speed and movements reach sonic levels.
Even their lifespan far exceeds ordinary humans.
Though Hawk had only awakened his cosmos and had yet to activate his constellation or wear any armor, this did not stop him from no longer being an ordinary man in a certain sense.
So...
“Pfft!”
As Captain Chitari closed in, attempting to disrupt Hawk with ranged attacks and finish him with a kill strike, his expression suddenly changed.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of ghostly green blood.
The force of the blood spurt was so great it blasted off the metal mask from his face, revealing a grotesque visage more insect than human.
The next moment,
The sound of a punch exploded by Captain Chitari’s ear.
“Boom!”
Captain Chitari lowered his head dazedly, staring at the arm that had pierced through his sturdy armor and lodged itself deep in his chest.
He emitted an unintelligible, perhaps meaningless, roar, trying to lift his increasingly heavy head to look once more at the human who had slain him with a single blow.
But…
There was no time.
As he raised his head halfway, pulling out the arm from his chest, boundless darkness rushed over him.
Boom!
Losing the support of Hawk’s arm, Captain Chitari collapsed to the ground like a dead insect, swallowed by the endless darkness.
As Captain Chitari fell, Hawk hooked his right hand and seized the glowing green energy spear from the alien’s grasp.
The spear’s interior, filled with a liquid-like green energy, shimmered as the energy flowed, radiating a ghostly glow.
Hawk weighed the energy spear in his hand.
Suddenly, a thought struck him.
If he sold this alien energy spear, along with the four weapons dropped by the Chitari soldiers he had just slain, on the black market, how much could he get?
Alien weapons…
They should be worth a fortune.
Hawk pondered this as he instinctively glanced toward a corner of the ruined apartment complex.
Earlier, as he arranged the bodies, he had tossed the four energy firearms into a large pit.
At that moment,
Out of the corner of his eye, Hawk caught sight of a dazzling blue light suddenly blooming above Manhattan.
Snapping out of his reverie,
He gazed toward Manhattan’s sky.
What he saw was that the previously towering azure beam, which seemed eternal between heaven and earth, had vanished.
At the same time, the rift tearing through the Earth’s sky was visibly closing at a rapid pace.
“Is that it?”
“Over?”
“The Chitari invasion of Earth’s scenario just done?”
“Why does it feel…”
Hawk blinked.
He wanted to say that if he had known the Chitari invasion would be so weak and feeble, he wouldn’t have been so worried or afraid.
But…
He withdrew his gaze, looking at the utterly devastated, war-torn ruins, littered with severed limbs and shattered streets.
He swallowed the words back.
It wasn’t that the Chitari soldiers were weak.
It was that he had grown stronger.
“If I hadn’t awakened my cosmos just at this moment, some of those severed limbs might have been mine.”
Hawk’s eyes fell upon the visible shattered limbs as a thought crystallized within him.
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