Sweeping Through the Heavy Siege

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

His arms drove the chains, filled with True Qi as he lashed out in a frenzy! He struck without any regard for proportion or force!

"Whoosh!"

The air let out a shrill howl as a martial artist was struck in the ribs, a thump sounding as his bones directly exploded and his entire body went flying, leaving tiny blood-mist-like trails suspended in midair.

"Clang... clang-clang-clang!"

There were also martial artists who clearly raised their blades to block, but alas, their strength was insufficient, and the chain was naturally a mix of hardness and flexibility. The man couldn't deflect this fiercely ferocious thing, and the head of the chain bypassed the blade due to the parry, smashing squarely into his face to blow his head apart on the spot.

Just like that, one martial artist after another was sent flying by the blows, their tendons and bones shattered or their internal organs displaced, making all their exquisite saber techniques completely useless!

It was barely a dozen breaths before and after, but blood mist spilled across the arena as dozens of people were smashed to pieces by the chains with loud, snapping crunches.

"Back up, hurry back up! His cultivation is above ours! Do not fight him head-on!"

There were still more martial artists rushing in from afar, but those already on the scene no longer dared to step forward.

Uncle Hong lay on the ground, watching Yan Nu slaughtering in all directions, completely dumbfounded. The words Yan Nu had said about never having learned martial arts still seemed to echo in his ears.

Steward Liao was even more absent-minded in the middle of the crowd, never expecting Yan Nu to be able to overturn so many skilled fighters within the fort!

He didn't know that Yan Nu's cultivation was rated as third-rate by Shen Leling. Although not strong when looking at the world at large, Tea Mountain Fort wasn't any great place either. If Shen Leling were to grade them as well, aside from the three instructors Han, Hu, and Ma who could be considered second-rate, the rest of the martial artists were mostly low-grade!

"Ahhh!" Yan Nu was like a mad bull, dragging the chains as his legs pounded away like the wind, charging directly into the crowd.

"Quick, quick, block him!" Seeing Yan Nu charge toward his side, Steward Liao was frightened into backing away repeatedly while frantically egging others on.

"I'll do it!" A bald man drilled out from the crowd, nine feet tall with muscles knotted all over his body.

Yan Nu smashed his chains fiercely from top to bottom, and the bald martial artist leaped out like a fierce tiger vaulting over a stream, closing the distance and thrusting his palms out with fierce might.

With a thump, Yan Nu was sent flying two zhang back.

"This fool doesn't know any techniques at all, his moves are crude, and he even wastes True Qi wildly—he's already spent!" The bald man grinned hideously.

His cultivation was no less than Yan Nu's, and his Tablet-Breaking Palm was even more thoroughly mastered.

In contrast, Yan Nu seemed to be slaughtering widely, but in reality, he was crude to the extreme. After only dozens of breaths of effort, he had almost exhausted all his True Qi, and his hands had even suffered damage to the tendons and bones from the recoil of the chains, leaving his flesh mangled.

With the waxing of one and the waning of the other, Yan Nu would be killed by his palm...

"What?"

The bald man let out an astonished cry as he saw Yan Nu stand right back up as if nothing had happened.

"Hmph! Still have strength left?" The bald man didn't care, figuring that Yan Nu ultimately still had body protection skills, so he pounced forward with his palms raining down like a storm.

Yan Nu swung his chains wildly, whipping the execution ground until gravel scattered and sand and dirt flew everywhere!

The bald man's eyes bulged with anger, a pair of naked palms slapping continuously not only to withstand the chains but also to send the chains recoiling back through counter-force.

"Hahaha! You actually used up your natal True Qi? Then go die!"

Sensing that the True Qi on the chains was exceptionally pure, the bald man instantly knew that Yan Nu was desperate, having taken even a martial artist's True Qi seed and squandered it!

As a result, the inside of Yan Nu's body was completely empty, which was equivalent to crippling his own internal energy.

"Bang!"

Yan Nu was sent flying by another palm strike, and the surrounding martial artists all cheered!

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

"Hm? Hahahaha!"

The bald man threw his head back and laughed, thinking Yan Nu had been beaten silly by him.

Anyway, with Yan Nu's True Qi completely lost, he was not worth mentioning. He turned around and shouted, "Come and look, this fool was beaten so badly by me he's gnawing on—"

"Swoosh!"

The chain flew up from below, breaking through the air. Taken by surprise, the bald man was smashed into the crowd nearby.

Vomiting a large mouthful of blood, his shoulder blades shattered, and his right arm was already crippled.

"Huh?"

Watching Yan Nu stand up once again, his blood-stained hair even fluttering upward and his vital energy full, the bald man was so shocked his face was filled with disbelief.

He had even used his natal True Qi and completely crippled his cultivation—how could he possibly have recovered?

He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out, yet Yan Nu had already charged into the crowd!

"Together! Hack him to death!" The bald man coughed up blood and shouted.

In an instant, from all directions, countless sword slashes and axe blows rained down.

Yan Nu completely ignored them all, charging head-on into the fray and whipping his chains in a frenzy! Clanging sounds rang out one after another, and the cries and screams were endless!

"Wah!"

"Oh heaven!"

"He-he-he cannot be hacked to death!"

Yan Nu's pair of chains swept across all directions!

He regained his initial ferocity, and perhaps even surpassed it!

Although injured, the bald man's cultivation was on par with Yan Nu's. Spotting an opportunity, a terrifying Tablet-Breaking Palm force imprinted onto Yan Nu's body, True Qi pouring in with the momentum to shatter his meridians.

"What? This..." The bald man originally thought Yan Nu was bound to die, but he never expected the palm force to sink into the sea like mud, all of it accepted by this bloody figure!

Although True Qi was only divided into three types: cold, fiery, and neutral, everyone's True Qi fluctuations were different! Coupled with the transformation of techniques like palm force and fist strength, striking into someone else's body was filled with destructive power and was extremely difficult to dissolve.

Unless one had special cultivation-dissolving cultivation techniques, they were bound to suffer internal injuries! Let alone absorbing it for one's own use!

"You know how to dissolve cultivation!" The bald man was terrified.

Yan Nu wore an innocent expression, not understanding why the bald man wanted to infuse him with True Qi.

Even less did he know that as early as his infancy, he had adapted to neutral True Qi and the concussive impact of palm force. This set of Hammer True Qi had been symbiont with him since that time, growing up alongside him.

Feeling his cultivation grow by another twenty percent, Yan Nu thought of Grandpa's teachings, his eyes turning slightly red as he said, "Thank you."

"Hm?" Instead, the bald man grew furious beyond control, drawing his blade to hack at him: "Fuck your mother!"

Seeing this, Yan Nu had no choice but to smash down with a chain: "One hammer!"

The bald man matched his cultivation, using all his strength to raise his hands and resist while taking the opportunity to chop him twice.

Yan Nu felt the pain and smashed down again: "Two hammers!"

The bald man couldn't take it and let out a miserable shriek.

"Three hammers!" Yan Nu struck three times in succession, resembling blacksmithing. The bald man's head exploded like a watermelon.

Having solved this formidable enemy, Yan Nu wanted to break out, but he was surrounded on all sides, hacked by a flurry of blades!

Grandpa had said, whoever blocks gets killed, fight for your life to kill!

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

If the chains were removed, his "windmill fists," where his arms took turns swinging hammers, wouldn't be worth mentioning at all. But paired with the chains and backed by thick True Qi, it could truly be described as a storm, cutting through a bamboo forest.

He charged out of the execution ground, leaving behind countless so-called experts lying in a sprawling field of corpses.

Among them were plenty whose cultivation matched his, but alas, blades could not pierce Yan Nu, and he simply bludgeoned them to death by sheer brute force.

Tea Mountain Fort was a military fortress established by a powerful clan, and the martial artists they nurtured all wielded standard-issue steel sabers, which happened to be countered by his bizarre traits.

Coupled with eating grass to immediately recover True Qi, he was endless and dynamic, not fearing waste at all.

With the two combined, even though Yan Nu was just a blockhead who didn't understand techniques, he managed to slaughter them until they were completely routed!

"Audacious commoner! Seeking death!"

Suddenly, Yan Nu heard an angry roar. The moment he turned his head, he saw cold light flash before his eyes as a flash of blade light fiercely slashed toward his face!

"Instructor Hu! You've finally come!" The surviving martial artists, who had been slaughtered into a scattered mess, shouted with wailing faces.

The newcomer was tall and thin with a goatee, wearing a brocaded robe and holding a steel saber in each hand. He was precisely one of the fort's instructors, known to everyone as a first-rate expert.

Yet when he saw Yan Nu shaking his head and climbing up from the ground, he also wore a blank expression.

His surprise sneak attack had landed squarely on the opponent's face, yet that person hadn't died?

"Such formidable body protection divine skill!" Instructor Hu didn't dare to be careless, and even though his cultivation far surpassed the opponent's, he immediately used his most practiced ultimate stunt.

Thump thump thump! The sound of toes striking the ground rang out in succession. Amidst splashing mud, Instructor Hu charged forward like lightning, his blade momentum slashing down like a strong wind.

Yan Nu couldn't see his saber technique at all; he simply swung his arms in wide arcs and delivered a violent smash.

However, Instructor Hu had already swept to his side, striking his neck, chest, abdomen, and arms twice each with lightning speed.

His movement technique was too fast, and the blade light even faster.

The two brushed past each other, and Yan Nu hurriedly turned around only to face another sheet of cold light!

From beginning to end, he couldn't touch the other's figure, and could only swing his chains wildly.

"Clang, clang, clang!" A series of metallic sounds burst from the air.

Instructor Hu fluttered up and down the arena, his cold blade whistling and circling in a dance, slashing continuously like the wind!

Under the blazing sun, the blade lights connected into a single piece, every strike possessing extraordinary might.

Right in the center of the madly dancing and shredding saber blades, Yan Nu was directly beaten until he was dizzy and disoriented, losing his center of gravity, suspended in midair with his feet off the ground.

"Such a handsome saber technique!" Yet another person arrived, speaking words of praise.

"Instructor Han!" The people outside the arena shouted in unison.

Instructor Han planted his spear horizontally and stared intently at the battle. Initially carrying a relaxed mindset, as he watched on, his expression gradually grew solemn and eventually turned dumbfounded.

Yan Nu had been battered into the air by Instructor Hu's suffocating consecutive slashes—shouldn't he have long since been chopped into mincemeat? How could he still resist?

"Clang!"

Amidst the chaos, Instructor Hu finally took a chain strike, flying sideways with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Clutching his shoulder, he shrieked shrilly, "What kind of monster is this?!"

Instructor Han was also alarmed: "You went all out, and you only inflicted flesh wounds?"

"What flesh wounds! He was already covered in wounds to begin with, and my whole set didn't injure him in the slightest!" Instructor Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, both terrified and alarmed!

"Is this a supreme body protection divine skill?" Instructor Han asked with uncertainty and suspicion.

"No! He didn't use True Qi for body protection! It's pure invulnerability!" Instructor Hu shouted, knowing full well in his heart that the force on his blade hadn't been neutralized or unloaded at all! It was just motherfucking unable to cut him!

In an instant, the martial artists present were all shaken beyond words. Pure invulnerability? Just how far did one have to refine the physical body to be able to withstand such a violent flurry of slashes? Even a World-Shocking Martial Artist couldn't do that!

"Are you kidding me? Then who on earth could beat him like this?" Instructor Han asked in shock.

Everyone thought to themselves that it was true; Yan Nu was covered in injuries, looking utterly tragic—he was practically a bloody human! Who on earth had done this?

Instructor Han looked left and right, demanding: "Just which peerless expert beat this kid until he was covered in injuries?"

Several surviving martial artists who knew the cause and effect cast their gazes toward Steward Liao one after another.

"You?" Instructor Hu was utterly astonished. Steward Liao was a scholar; although he also practiced martial arts, he held a civil post. Could it be he was a hidden expert?

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

Hearing that he was expected to go up, Steward Liao wore a panicked expression: "I gave the order, but I didn't do the whipping!"

"Then who did?!"

"He..." The steward searched the crowd for the martial artist who had whipped Yan Nu yesterday, only to discover that the fellow had long since died beneath the chains.

He pointed at the corpse, leaving both Instructors Han and Hu dumbfounded. They both recognized that this was merely a low-grade martial artist—how could he possibly have injured this youth?

At this moment, someone spoke up about Yan Nu's identity and why he had been beaten like this, leaving Instructor Han and Instructor Hu with peculiar expressions.

"Damn it, what kind of monster have you beaten into existence?"

"With nearly half of the three hundred fine fighters in the fort killed or injured, you can go explain this to the Fort Master yourself!"

p.s: Sorry.