Chapter 685: A Slap from Hell’s Titan

THUMP!

Ji Yu strode toward the ring, each step landing with a massive THUMP that gave the impression the floor could barely support his weight.

When he stepped into the ring and stood opposite Hank, the scene suddenly became visually striking—even slightly absurd.

Hank was already massive, but standing before Ji Yu, he was completely outclassed. Especially Ji Yu’s terrifyingly dense muscles—they exuded far more pressure than Hank’s flabby bulk.

The referee sandwiched between them looked up at the two giants, swallowed hard, and announced with difficulty:

“S-Second round: The slapping match begins!”

Then, Hank and Ji Yu used an internationally recognized method—rock-paper-scissors—to decide who would slap first.

Hank won and earned the right to strike first.

The man held nothing back. Roaring, he swung his right arm—the same arm that had knocked countless opponents unconscious—and viciously slapped Ji Yu’s left cheek!

CRACK!

An extremely loud slap rang out.

Ji Yu’s head turned slightly to the right—just a tiny angle.

And then… there was no “then.”

Under the gaze of all the spectators, Ji Yu slowly turned his head back to face Hank directly. On his chiseled face, aside from the left cheek showing a slight redness, there was no swelling, no bleeding. He looked almost completely unaffected.

He even blinked and said to Hank in a deep, muffled voice: “You’re a bit stronger than my mom.”

Hank: “???”

He didn’t understand what the other man said.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that his full-power strike hadn’t even broken through the man’s defense?

The man’s face was hard as if forged from special alloy—completely ridiculous!

Ji Yu blinked at Hank again and said: “My turn now.”

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.

On the second floor. Watching this scene, Chu Yang—clutching his own swollen face—pointed at Ji Yu below and said to Yun Cheng:

“Yun, listen to him! Is Ji Yu even speaking human words? I took one punch from that guy earlier and swelled up like a pig’s head. But him? He took a solid slap like that and acts like nothing happened.”

“Talk about infuriating comparisons!”

Yun Cheng gave him a sideways glance: “Why compare yourself to Ji Yu? He barely qualifies as human. Adjust your expectations.”

Chu Yang nodded in profound agreement. “You’re right. Can’t compare with him. I really wonder what he ate to grow so big. That size and damage resistance aren’t what carbon-based life should have. I figure only the truth could subdue him now.”

“Yun, do you think when Ji Yu slaps him, that Road Roller will just spiral into the sky and fly out of the arena? The Young Mistress specifically said no killing. Ji Yu better hold back and not accidentally send him to meet his great-grandmother.”

Yun Cheng: “Don’t worry. Ji Yu might be lacking in other areas, but he excels at execution. He’ll hold back.”

As the two muttered their complaints, the audience below also couldn’t resist commenting.

“God! Hank hit him with everything and the guy’s face didn’t even turn red?”

“What the hell is this Eastern giant made of? Steel?”

“His face must be bulletproof! So thick!”

“This is Hell’s Titan!”

At the same time.

Seeing Ji Yu take a slap unharmed, Liu Yutong breathed a slight sigh of relief. Despite her confidence in his abilities, she still didn’t want to see him hurt.

To be precise, she didn’t want to see any Wanlong Society member get hurt.

After confirming Ji Yu was truly fine, Liu Yutong immediately told Jess: “Go contact the local police chief. Tell him you placed a ten-million-dollar bet on a slapping match in his name.”

Jess was taken aback: “Great-grandmother, wasn’t that your bet?”

Liu Yutong: “Just do as I say. Oh, and get this slapping match notarized or something. Make sure it’s legally sanctioned.”

By this point, even if Jess were slow, he understood her plan. He immediately nodded: “Understood, Great-grandmother! I’ll handle it right away!”

The United States already has these kinds of matches. Filing the paperwork isn’t difficult, especially when the local chief is betting on it.

Of course, after winning, the chief won’t get his principal back—only his winnings.

As for whether the loser can afford to pay, that’s not her problem.

Whoever holds the debt can collect it themselves.

Anyway, from the first round she’d already collected over ten million dollars, nearly draining Rossi and that Miles of their entire fortunes and even putting them deep in debt.

That’s the price of overconfidence. They thought the second round was a sure win to recoup their losses. Little did they know, the second round would be their nightmare!

As for why she had Jess do this…

Simple. First, it would help Jess forge special connections for the future. Second, it was inappropriate for her, a foreigner. Third and most important—she was a law-abiding citizen, even overseas.

In short, Jess did all this. It had nothing to do with her. She never considered bribing anyone.

As for the Bai family’s donations, those were aboveboard and not violations.

After Jess left, Liu Yutong instructed Su Mansu: “Immediately contact the San Francisco Police Department as our special investigative consultant. Report that while legally investigating relevant leads, we accidentally discovered and identified a major suspect connected to this case with murder charges. Have them send officers for immediate apprehension.”

As a law-abiding businesswoman, even overseas, one must be adept at using local legal and judicial forces to punish vicious criminals.

Su Mansu understood completely and immediately nodded: “Understood, Boss! I’ll handle it right away!”

…………..

After arranging everything, Liu Yutong finally turned her attention back to the ring.

At that moment, the audience instinctively held their breath as they watched the Eastern Hell’s Titan raise his hand.

Road Roller Hank also took a deep breath, gripped the table before him with both hands, tensed every muscle, and prepared to take the slap.

Though he genuinely feared this Eastern giant, he still had confidence in his damage resistance. After all, he’d competed in many slapping matches and had extensive experience being hit.

Under countless watchful eyes, Ji Yu’s right arm reached its peak, then swung down with terrifying kinetic force!

WHOOSH!

The wind from his palm even created an audible air current.

Hank’s eyes widened as he watched the massive palm approach. His terror instantly spiked, leaving him almost unable to breathe!

The next second.

BOOM!!!!

A deafening roar, like a tire suddenly exploding, erupted in the octagonal cage!

Under everyone’s horrified gaze, the seemingly unstoppable Road Roller Hank’s head snapped to the side at an exaggerated angle. The fat on his face rippled like waves, his eyes rolled back instantly, and even the mouthguard between his teeth shattered outright, sending several teeth flying out with it.

Simultaneously, his obese body—like it had been hit by a heavy truck—lifted off the ground and flew sideways.

CRASH!

Hank’s massive body slammed heavily to the floor. Without even a scream, he lay motionless, completely knocked out.

Half his face was now a bloody mess, unrecognizable from its original form.

The entire arena fell instantly silent.

One slap!

Just one slap!

Had knocked out Road Roller Hank—a professional slapping competitor—and left him unrecognizable!

What kind of monstrous power was this?

Was this… even human?