Slaughter Through the Army Formation, Earn You Rebirth

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Urgent footsteps came from the distance.

Because it was nighttime:

The footsteps carried far.

Chu Qing looked into the distance. By the hazy moonlight, he saw dozens of Masked Men approaching in a grand procession, long sabers in hand.

Sabermen!

Though he did not know whether they were low-level or high-level sabermen.

But... as long as they were sabermen, that was enough.

The fake monks on patrol heard the footsteps.

They climbed the walls to look out, but could only make out vague silhouettes.

One fake monk made a hand signal, and soon:

More than forty burly monks emerged.

They did not carry staves. Instead, they held shields and sabers, as well as long spears.

Chu Qing scanned them with his eyes.

These fake monks were definitely former soldiers.

Otherwise, they would never have such equipment.

"The sabermen are finished."

Less than a minute later:

The sabermen arrived outside the temple.

Creak!

The temple gates suddenly opened.

More than forty fake monks emerged in formation.

Spears stood like a forest, while saber-and-shield men guarded both flanks.

The sabermen stirred uneasily.

But the next moment, one of them let out a low roar. "Kill!"

"For the silver!"

More than thirty sabermen charged forward like starving wolves.

The saber-and-shield men blocked their path.

The spearmen thrust out their long spears.

In that instant of collision, six or seven sabermen were pierced through.

Blood had been spilled. Men had died.

Rather than retreating, the sabermen charged even more frenziedly.

The fake monks blew whistles and formed a concave crescent Army Formation, intending to encircle the sabermen.

"A crescent formation!"

Chu Qing had seen this Army Formation in Madam Li's study.

"The sabermen are no match for them."

Should he let the sabermen be slaughtered and sneak off to find Pharmacist Li?

No!

There were still fake monks guarding the side room.

Going over would inevitably lead to a fight and could easily alert the others.

That would make things even more troublesome.

"May as well clear out every last one of these bastards outside first."

He drew his longsword.

He set the scabbard on a tree.

Dragonfly Touching Water!

Like a giant dragonfly, Chu Qing tapped the ground with his toes and crossed five or six meters in an instant.

After only a few quick bounds, he rushed behind the fake monks.

The Greatsword swung like a mantis's forelimbs chopping little insects.

Crack!

With a single strike, two fake monks screamed miserably as they were cut in half at the waist.

Before the other monks could react, Chu Qing used the Toad Skill and drove the Mantis Sword with all his strength.

As his arms swung, more than a hundred Iron Sinews exerted force together under the Mantis Sword's lead.

Crack!

Crack!

The Two-handed Greatsword whirled through the air, fiercer even than a saber.

Whenever a sword fell, someone either died or was wounded.

The fake monks panicked, and the crescent formation broke apart.

The sabermen cheered and fought back with all their might.

Chu Qing, meanwhile, cut down another seven or eight men in one breath.

During that time, someone thrust a spear into him, only for it to be deflected.

"Horizontal training?"

Crack!

Chu Qing slashed backhandedly, cleaving the man apart diagonally.

Just as he was about to cut down the ninth man, a fake monk shouted in fury, gripping a shield with both hands and roaring savagely:

"You're courting death!"

His footsteps were heavy and domineering.

Hidden behind his shield, this fake monk charged over like a raging wild bull.

"Kill!"

Chu Qing sneered.

Mantis Finishing Strike: Power Cleave!

This move drew upon the power of no fewer than one hundred and fifty Iron Sinews.

The Two-handed Greatsword came down:

Riiip!

The thick cowhide shield split apart.

The hulking man behind it did not even have time to scream before he fell to the ground, divided into two halves.

The other fake monks cried out in terror. "The Squad Leader is dead!"

The next moment, they scattered and fled.

Squad Leader?

They truly were soldiers.

Seeing the fake monks flee, Chu Qing gave a low roar, seized the Two-handed Greatsword, and pursued them.

Crack!

Crack!

The fake monks had been no match for him face-to-face.

Now that they were fleeing for their lives, they were even less of a match.

In an instant, Chu Qing chased them down, leaving devastating casualties behind.

One saberman said, "Expert, why not take this chance to save the people?"

Chu Qing sneered. "Kill every one of these fake monks. Not only can we save people, we can also openly loot their valuables."

The sabermen's eyes lit up. "An expert is an expert indeed."

"Kill all these bald asses!"

"Rob them!"

The sabermen howled excitedly and followed Chu Qing in slaughtering the fake monks.

One...

Five...

Ten...

In the end:

In the vast temple, only the four monks outside that side room remained.

The remaining twenty-odd sabermen rushed at them like starving wolves.

The four monks exchanged glances, then swung their staves and charged into battle.

In less than half a minute;

Relying on their numbers, the sabermen hacked them into mangled flesh.

At this moment:

A saberman said excitedly, "They guarded this place even unto death. There must be something good inside."

After saying that, he could not wait to rush toward the side room.

Another six or seven sabermen gave low roars and charged inside as well.

The other sabermen grew anxious and quickened their pace.

However:

The moment they reached the door, screams rang out from inside.

The sabermen who had rushed in flew back out at even greater speed.

The corpses hit the ground, their chest flesh exploded, their white bones shattered, and even their organs burst out.

The damage caused by the Perfected Fist Technique.

Chu Qing grew slightly more serious.

The person in the side room had some skill.

But if that was all, it was still not enough.

He looked toward the sabermen.

Fear covered their faces as they all looked at him.

"Expert, how about... you go in first?"

Chu Qing smiled. "All of you go in together and hack the person inside to death with random blades."

The sabermen all shook their heads, their heads bobbing like rattle-drums.

One saberman laughed. "Expert, don't joke around..."

Crack!

Sword light flashed.

The saberman split into two and fell to the ground.

Clang!

Chu Qing flicked the sword blade with his finger. The blade trembled, shaking off droplets of blood.

The sabermen's faces turned deathly pale.

They had just fought side by side, hacked people together, and talked together about striking it rich.

How had he suddenly turned on them without recognizing old comrades?

One saberman turned and ran.

Chu Qing used Dragonfly Touching Water to catch up, then swung his sword:

Crack!

A head flew into the air.

The headless corpse ran two steps before collapsing.

The remaining sabermen were even more horrified.

Chu Qing smiled. "Gentlemen, either charge in and hack that person to death with random blades."

"Or... try hacking me to death."

The sabermen shook their heads wildly. What kind of joke was that?

You charged alone into their formation without so much as a scratch. We are not even as good as those burly monks!

One saberman gritted his teeth and roared, "Kill!"

He was the first to rush into the side room.

The next moment, he saw a middle-aged monk.

Thud!

The saberman dropped to his knees and kowtowed. "Master, we're on the same side!"

"I lay down my butcher's blade and take refuge in the Buddha!"

The burly monk sneered disdainfully and slapped the man on the head.

Crack!

The saberman's skull caved in, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he went straight to meet the Buddha.

The other sabermen charged in like madmen, swinging their sabers.

"Kill!"

"Hack him to death with random blades!"

"I bet he hasn't tempered his body!"

The big monk flitted among the swordsmen like a butterfly.

Now using his hands, now his fists, he dealt with them with ease.

One corpse after another flew out and landed at Chu Qing's feet.

He glanced at the wounds.

Some swordsmen had their chests punched clean through; others had shattered breastbones, their organs blown apart.

"His Palm Technique is even stronger than his fist techniques."

"He's an expert."

At this point, no sound came from the side room.

The pitch-black room and its broken door seemed like a bottomless abyss capable of swallowing every living thing.

Riiip!

Riiip!

Dragging the Two-handed Greatsword along the ground, Chu Qing walked step by step toward the room.

"Friend, we met only by chance. There's no need for us to fight to the death."

"How about... turning weapons of war into jade and silk?"

As he spoke, he stepped through the doorway.

"Kill!"

The big monk growled. His left hand clenched into a fist while his right formed a seal, and two Perfected Skills bloomed in full force.

He was confident that even if there were a bull before him, he could blow its head apart.

Fist and seal struck out together. The air howled, and killing intent chilled the bones.

"Wretch, who the hell is your friend?"

Chu Qing did not dodge. Instead, he swung the Two-handed Greatsword—Mantis Sword—and slashed!

A shrill howl rang out. The air twisted, as though the forelimbs of a mantis were cutting down prey.

The big monk's pupils constricted as he retreated frantically. "A weapon skill?"

At that moment, he regretted more than anything that he had not worn iron gloves.

Yet Chu Qing pressed his advantage. The Two-handed Greatsword swung like a true mantis hunting prey, pursuing him without respite.

One strike... flesh split across the big monk's chest, exposing stark white bone.

Three strikes... the monk lost an arm.

Five strikes... his breastbone split open, exposing his beating lungs.

The big monk howled, "Friend... turn weapons of war..."

Riiip!

The longsword fell.

The big monk fell silent, split into two halves as he collapsed to the ground.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

Chu Qing flicked his sword, shaking off the blood, his face blank with confusion.

He had been seriously executing his swordsmanship just now and had not heard clearly.

Unfortunately, the big monk's eyes only stared fixedly at the dripping sword, and for a long time, he said nothing.