Sweeping Through the Heavy Siege

Yan Nu didn't know any techniques; he just swung his arms wildly and smashed everything!

His arms drove the chains, filled with True Qi, in a flurry of swings! He didn't hold back!

"Whoosh!"

The air let out a sharp cry as a martial artist was struck in the ribs. Bones shattered with a poof, and the man was sent flying. A trail of blood mist hung in the air.

"Ding... Ding ding ding!"

Others, though holding their blades to block, lacked the strength. The chains were naturally both rigid and flexible, making it impossible to deflect their fierce momentum. The chain head, after deflecting, wrapped around the blade and smashed directly into a face, killing him instantly.

And so, martial artist after martial artist was smashed away, their bones shattered or internal organs displaced, their refined swordsmanship rendered useless!

In just a dozen breaths, the area was filled with blood mist, dozens of people crushed by the chains.

"Fall back, quickly! His power is greater than ours! Don't engage him directly!"

More martial artists were arriving from afar, but those present no longer dared to advance.

Uncle Hong, lying on the ground, watched Yan Nu slaughter everyone and was stunned. He could still hear Yan Nu saying he hadn't learned any martial arts.

Steward Liao, lost in the crowd, stared blankly. He never expected Yan Nu to defeat so many of the fort's experts!

He didn't know that Yan Nu's power was rated as third-rate by Shen Leling. While not strong by world standards, Tea Mountain Fort wasn't a major place. If Shen Leling were to rate them, only Instructors Hu, Han, and Ma would be considered second-rate, while most other martial artists would be considered not even worth ranking!

"Ahhh!" Yan Nu was like a mad bull, dragging his chains, his legs churning like a galloping steed as he charged into the crowd.

"Quick, quick, block him!" Steward Liao, seeing him charge towards them, retreated in terror, desperately urging others on.

"I'll do it!" A bald man emerged from the crowd. He was nine feet tall, his muscles bulging all over his body.

Yan Nu's chain smashed down from above. The bald martial artist sprang forward like a tiger leaping across a gorge, closing in and striking out with powerful palms.

With a poof, Yan Nu was sent flying back twenty feet.

"This idiot doesn't know any moves, his attacks are crude, and he's just wasting his True Qi. He's out of energy!" The bald man grinned ferociously.

His own power was no less than Yan Nu's, and his Tablet-Breaking Palm was perfected.

In contrast, Yan Nu, despite his apparent rampage, was crude and had almost depleted his True Qi in just a few dozen breaths. The recoil from the chains had also injured his bones, leaving his flesh bloody and mangled.

With this disparity, Yan Nu was about to be killed by his palm...

"What?"

The bald man exclaimed in surprise, seeing Yan Nu stand up as if nothing had happened.

"Tch! Still have some strength left?" The bald man was unconcerned, assuming Yan Nu still had some protective technique. He pounced, his palms raining down like a storm.

Yan Nu swung his chains wildly, sending gravel and sand flying!

The bald man's eyes widened in fury. He repeatedly struck out with his bare palms, not only enduring the chains but also repelling them.

"Hahaha! You even used your lifeblood True Qi? Then die!"

The bald man sensed the extremely pure True Qi on the chains and immediately knew Yan Nu was desperate, having used his martial artist's True Qi seed!

With his True Qi depleted, Yan Nu was left empty, effectively crippling his internal energy.

"Bang!"

Yan Nu was sent flying again by a palm strike. The surrounding martial artists cheered!

"Still not dead?" The bald man walked over, only to see Yan Nu gnawing on grass on the ground.

"Huh? Hahahaha!"

The bald man threw his head back and laughed, thinking Yan Nu had been beaten into stupidity.

Since Yan Nu had lost all his True Qi, he was no longer a threat. The bald man turned to shout, "Come quickly and see! This idiot was beaten by me until he's eating grass..."

"Whoosh!"

The chain flew from below, whistling through the air. The bald man was caught off guard and sent flying into the crowd nearby.

He coughed up blood, his shoulder blade shattered, his right arm crippled.

"Huh?"

The bald man watched Yan Nu stand up again, his blood-stained hair flying, his aura surging. He was filled with disbelief.

He had used his lifeblood True Qi, his power was completely gone, how could he have recovered?

He couldn't understand it, but Yan Nu had already charged into the crowd!

"Attack him together! Cut him down!" The bald man coughed blood and shouted.

Instantly, countless blades and axes struck from all directions.

Yan Nu ignored them all, charging forward and swinging wildly! The clanging of metal echoed, and shouts of pain and screams never ceased!

"Wow!"

"My god!"

"He-he-he can't be killed!"

Yan Nu's twin chains swept in all directions!

He regained his initial ferocity, and even surpassed it!

Although the bald man was injured, his power was on par with Yan Nu's. Seizing an opportunity, he unleashed a terrifying Tablet-Breaking Palm strike on Yan Nu, channeling True Qi into him, intending to shatter his meridians.

"What? This..." The bald man had expected Yan Nu to die, but to his surprise, the palm strike vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, completely absorbed by the blood-covered figure!

While True Qi was only divided into three types – Yin-cold, Yang-hot, and Neutral – each person's True Qi fluctuation was different! Coupled with the conversion of techniques like palm strikes and fist energy, the destructive force unleashed into another's body was incredibly difficult to neutralize.

Unless one possessed a special technique to dissolve True Qi, it would inevitably cause internal injury! Let alone absorbing it for one's own use!

"You can dissolve True Qi!" the bald man exclaimed in horror.

Yan Nu looked innocent, not understanding why the bald man was injecting True Qi into him.

He was also unaware that since his infancy, he had adapted to Neutral True Qi and the concussive force of palm strikes. This 'Hammer True Qi' had coexisted with him, growing alongside him since then.

Feeling his power increase by twenty percent, Yan Nu recalled Grandpa's teachings, his eyes reddening slightly, and he said, "Thank you."

"Hmph?" The bald man, enraged, drew his saber and slashed, "Go to hell!"

Seeing this, Yan Nu could only swing his chain down: "First Hammer!"

The bald man's power was equal to his. He raised his hand to block with all his might, simultaneously hacking at Yan Nu twice.

Yan Nu, in pain, swung again: "Second Hammer!"

The bald man couldn't withstand it and cried out in agony.

"Third Hammer!" Yan Nu struck three consecutive times, like a blacksmith, and the bald man's head exploded like a watermelon.

Having dealt with this formidable foe, Yan Nu wanted to break through, but he was surrounded, with blades raining down on him!

Grandpa had said, kill anyone who blocks him, fight desperately!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me... or I'll kill you all!" Yan Nu swept through the encirclement like a giant windmill.

If he were to remove the chain, his alternating arm swings, like a hammer, would be nothing. But with the chain, coupled with his potent True Qi, it was truly a tempest, unstoppable.

He charged out of the execution ground, leaving countless so-called experts lying dead behind him.

Many of them possessed power comparable to his, but Yan Nu's body was impervious to their blades, and he bludgeoned them to death.

Tea Mountain Fort was a military stronghold established by a powerful clan, and the warriors they trained were all equipped with standard steel sabers, which were precisely countered by his peculiar ability.

Furthermore, his ability to instantly recover True Qi by consuming grass meant he had an inexhaustible supply and didn't fear wasting it.

With these two factors combined, even though Yan Nu was just a brute who didn't understand techniques, he still slaughtered them ruthlessly!

"Bold peasant! You court death!"

Suddenly, Yan Nu heard an angry roar. As he turned, a cold glint flashed before his eyes, and a saber light fiercely cleaved towards his face!

"Instructor Hu! You've finally arrived!" the surviving warriors, who had been cut down in droves, cried out with mournful faces.

The newcomer was tall and thin, with a goatee, dressed in a brocade robe, holding a steel saber in each hand. He was one of the fort's instructors, a so-called top-tier master in the eyes of the crowd.

However, he was also stunned to see Yan Nu shaking his head and getting up from the ground.

His surprise attack, a saber strike to the opponent's face, hadn't killed him?

"What a powerful body-protecting divine skill!" Instructor Hu dared not be careless. Even though his power far surpassed the opponent's, he immediately unleashed his signature technique.

Thump, thump, thump! The sound of feet hitting the ground echoed, and with dirt flying, Instructor Hu charged like lightning, his saber strikes like a raging storm.

Yan Nu couldn't even see his saber techniques; he just swung his arm with all his might and smashed down violently.

However, Instructor Hu had already swept to his side, slashing Yan Nu twice each on the neck, chest, and arms with lightning speed.

His footwork was too fast, and his saber light even faster.

As the two men brushed past each other, Yan Nu hurriedly turned back, only to be met by another flash of cold light!

He couldn't even track the opponent's movements and could only wildly swing his chain.

Clang, clang, clang! The sound of metal striking metal echoed in the air.

Instructor Hu danced around the arena, his cold saber whistling and circling, slashing like the wind!

Under the bright sunlight, the saber light merged into a single stream, each strike carrying formidable power.

Yan Nu, at the center of the swirling, deadly saber dance, was sent spinning, losing his balance, floating in the air, his feet not touching the ground.

"What exquisite saber work!" Another person arrived, exclaiming in admiration.

"Instructor Han!" the crowd outside shouted in unison.

Instructor Han immediately braced himself, focusing on the battle. He had started with a relaxed attitude, but as he watched, his expression gradually grew solemn, even dumbfounded.

Yan Nu was being tossed around by Instructor Hu's suffocating barrage of saber strikes. Shouldn't he have been chopped into mincemeat by now? How could he still resist?

Bonk!

In the chaos, Instructor Hu finally took a chain strike and was sent flying, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He clutched his shoulder and cried out in agony, "What kind of monster is this!"

Instructor Han was also greatly alarmed: "Even with your full power, you only inflicted superficial wounds?"

"Superficial wounds? He was already covered in injuries! My entire barrage didn't harm him at all!" Instructor Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, filled with both fear and shock!

"Is this an ultimate body-protection divine skill?" Instructor Han asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"No! He didn't use True Qi to protect himself! It's pure Indestructible!" Instructor Hu shouted, acutely aware that the force of his blade hadn't been negated or deflected at all! It simply wouldn't cut!

In an instant, all the martial artists present were struck speechless with shock. Pure Indestructible? Just how far would one have to train their physical body to withstand such a barrage of violent slashes? Even an astonishing martial artist couldn't do that!

"What kind of joke is this! Then who could have injured him like this?" Instructor Han asked in alarm.

Everyone thought, That's right, Yan Nu is covered in wounds, looking utterly pathetic! He's practically a bloodied mess! Who did this?

Instructor Han questioned left and right, "Which peerless expert was it that beat this child black and blue?"

Several surviving martial artists who knew the whole story looked towards Steward Liao.

"It was you?" Instructor Hu exclaimed in astonishment. Steward Liao was a scholar, and although he practiced martial arts, his position was civilian. Could he be hiding his true strength?

"You injured him to this extent? Then hurry up and go!"

Upon hearing that he was supposed to go, Steward Liao panicked, "I gave the order, but I didn't whip him!"

"Then who did!"

"He..." The Steward's gaze searched for the martial artist who had whipped Yan Nu yesterday, only to find that the man had already died under the chains.

He pointed at the corpse, and both Instructor Han and Instructor Hu were stunned. They recognized him as a low-tier martial artist. How could he possibly have injured this young man?

At this point, someone explained Yan Nu's identity and the reason he was beaten so severely. The complexions of Instructors Han and Hu turned strange.

"Damn it, what kind of monster did you create?"

"Nearly half of the fort's three hundred experts are injured or dead! You'll have to explain this to the Fort Master yourself!"

p.s: Sorry.