Frenzied Slaughter, Body Tempering 10th Level

"Kill!"

Seeing there was no way to stall any longer, Third Boss flew into a rage. His plain saber flashed with cold light as he drove it straight at Ning Chuan's chest.

He merely tilted his head aside, allowing the staff to smash down toward his shoulder.

He saw that Ning Chuan had no true qi on him and was not a ranked martial artist.

And relying on the Iron Shirt he had cultivated, he was exceedingly confident in his defenses. He intended to trade injury for injury and cut his opponent down with a single stroke.

Trapped in the bandits' den, Ning Chuan wanted a swift end to the battle. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly put thirty percent more force into his staff.

A muffled bang rang out!

Third Boss let out a scream and was sent flying backward, scattering a trail of blood through the air.

His left shoulder had been smashed inward, the bone driven into his heart. When he hit the ground, his legs thrashed wildly. He clearly would not survive.

Ning Chuan touched his chest. Iron Bone Copper Skin truly possessed peerless defense. Where Third Boss's saber had struck, there was only a half-inch-deep wound, with blood gushing out in torrents.

"Another inch, and it would've hit my heart!"

In this exchange, Ning Chuan had relied on his savage strength and monstrous defenses, while also taking advantage of Third Boss's underestimation and carelessness.

A complete victory!

Had Third Boss fought Ning Chuan with hit-and-run tactics, Ning Chuan would have fled for his life long ago.

Third Boss's legs twitched a few more times on the ground, then went rigid. He was dead beyond doubt.

"Ding, killed a bandit leader. Obtained 5 Attribute Points."

Ning Chuan was overjoyed. He could actually find the thrill of fighting bosses in this world.

"Third Boss is dead! Run!"

The surrounding bandits instantly panicked, plunging into chaos.

Even Third Boss had been killed in seconds. If ordinary lackeys like them did not run for their lives, were they supposed to wait for death?

"Trying to run!"

Ning Chuan chased after them with his staff in hand.

How could these ordinary lackeys possibly outrun a nonhuman monster like Ning Chuan?

He swung his staff with both hands, each blow carrying overwhelming force—one Attribute Point per strike.

Within a few breaths, more than ten Attribute Points had been gained. Everywhere he passed lay severed limbs and broken arms.

Killing these ordinary bandits was like smashing eggs with stones, or beating chicks with a staff.

Halfway up the mountain, the bandits scattered in every direction like frightened chicks.

"You brazen madman, how dare you!"

Second Boss and First Boss, rushing up from the foot of the mountain, saw red with rage. They roared furiously and charged toward the mountainside.

The sound shook Ning Chuan's blood and qi into turmoil, and he was secretly alarmed.

"These two are far stronger than Third Boss. They're definitely high-tier Ninth Grade martial artists!"

"I can't beat them, can't beat them. A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall! Today, I'll make a strategic retreat first!"

Ning Chuan hurriedly chose a direction away from the two and ran, casually taking out another dozen or so bandits blocking his way.

After killing Third Boss and going on this slaughter, he had unexpectedly gained a total of 36 Attribute Points.

He put them all into Constitution. His Constitution instantly reached 107 points, and his realm advanced to the tenth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

With all his attributes greatly enhanced—his strength, speed, and agility surging—Ning Chuan did not linger in battle. He turned into a black shadow and darted into the darkness.

Second Boss and First Boss rushed up the mountainside and found their brothers' corpses strewn everywhere, with Third Boss dead on the spot. The flames of rage burned wildly in their chests.

"If I do not kill this man, I swear I will never rest!"

"Big Brother, please remain behind to guard the mountain and beware of the enemy making a feint in the east while attacking in the west. This old man will go pursue and kill the enemy!"

Second Boss left those words behind, but he was already several zhang away, chasing after Ning Chuan.

The three brothers had been extremely close. They had occupied the mountain and ruled as kings together for more than ten years, their bond long as close as flesh and blood.

First Boss's face was filled with grief as he said quietly, "Second Brother, be careful!"

His voice carried far into the distance, rumbling and echoing across the mountainside.

Ning Chuan, who had already run half a li away, shuddered inwardly. What profound inner strength. Run!

What did it feel like to be chased by a vicious dog?

Ning Chuan had never experienced it in his previous life, but now he felt it vividly and truly!

Second Boss was like an enraged hunting hound, clamped tight onto him from several dozen zhang behind.

The slightest lapse in his pace, and those sharp fangs would tear his ass to shreds.

Ning Chuan's legs spun like windmills. Like an old ape in the mountains, he ran with both speed and agility.

"Fuck, I never imagined I could run this fast!"

The Second Boss grew more alarmed the longer he chased, his heart pounding harder with every step. The person ahead wasn't using any lightness skill at all, yet he was running this fast on nothing but his two legs—just how strong was he?!

But if he was clearly this strong, why didn't he dare stop and fight him? What was going on?

"Could he be... a body-tempering martial artist?"

With that thought, the Second Boss immediately calmed down.

Body-tempering martial artists were certainly powerful, but they had an obvious weakness: they feared being kited.

Thus, the high-speed chase continued all the way until dawn.

Ning Chuan was already gasping for breath, tongue hanging out like a dog's. Behind him, the Second Boss's legs had gone weak as well, sweat streaming all over his body.

The two stopped at the same time without a word. Ning Chuan plopped down on the ground, while the Second Boss sat cross-legged, preparing to restore his true qi.

"Damn it, I need to find a movement technique to practice as soon as possible, or I'm at too much of a disadvantage."

The moment Ning Chuan sat down, he gritted his teeth and shot back up, sprinting wildly into the distance and swiftly vanishing around the bend.

The Second Boss gnashed his teeth and launched himself after him, lowering his head as he gave chase.

Just as he reached the end of the bend, a massive iron staff came crashing down at him with a shrill howl.

The Second Boss was horrified. Just from its sheer force, if that staff struck his body, his bones would surely break and his tendons would snap.

He hurriedly performed a backward somersault, narrowly dodging the blow. With a backhand flourish of his blade, blood sprayed from Ning Chuan's shoulder.

"This old bastard!"

Ning Chuan bared his teeth in pain. Even his carefully planned strike had failed to hit, and fearing that he would be entangled by the man, he didn't dare linger. He turned and fled wildly into the distance again.

After that close encounter, though Ning Chuan had covered his face, the Second Boss could tell that he was only a youth.

"You little beast, I never expected someone so young to be this formidable. If I let you escape today, once you grow up, Three Tiger Mountain will surely face a great calamity. Even if I have to stake this old life of mine, I'll kill you!"

"Fuck, this old bastard's gotten even faster!"

Ning Chuan let out a strange cry and swung his legs even harder. The two entered another round of their contest of strength.

After that, Ning Chuan launched all manner of sneak attacks, but the old bastard evaded every one of them. On several occasions, Ning Chuan was instead left in a miserable state by the old bastard.

Fortunately, the second level of Iron Shirt possessed formidable defense, and he had suffered only superficial wounds.

After several exchanges, neither of them could do anything to the other.

Ning Chuan had nothing but brute strength; against the Second Boss, it was like using a big club to swat a fly.

The Second Boss's saber techniques were sharp, yet he could not keep Ning Chuan from escaping.

"No, this old bastard is too disgusting. He's like a rabid dog—I can't shake him off, and I can't beat him either. I need to think of something!"

After running for more than four hours, the shadow of a town vaguely appeared ahead.

Ning Chuan was overjoyed. Once he ran into the town, if this old bastard dared chase him inside, all he had to do was shout that the old bastard was the Second Boss of Three Tiger Mountain. That would surely leave him unable to bear the consequences.

The Second Boss behind him seemed to know what he was thinking and sneered.

"The place ahead is merely Qingshi Town. Even if this old man slaughtered the entire town, it would only delay me for a little while."

"Fuck your mother! You're the dignified Second Boss of Three Tiger Mountain, yet you have no martial virtue at all!" Ning Chuan roared furiously.

The Second Boss roared back in rage, "You little beast, you ambushed my Three Tiger Mountain first. Where was your martial virtue then?"

"You bandits of Three Tiger Mountain—every last one of you deserves to be killed!" Ning Chuan refused to yield.

The two were evenly matched in their war of words. Ning Chuan simply stopped speaking and changed direction as he fled. He had no desire to drag the people of Qingfeng Town into this.

Just as the two chased and fled outside Qingshi Town, hurling insults at each other all the while.

Inside a pavilion atop Qingshi Town's walls, two figures clad in Flying Fish Robes and wearing Embroidered Spring Sabers at their waists stood quietly, taking in everything.

"Interesting. Let's follow them and take a look."

The two figures swiftly vanished from the city wall.