Ghost Slash

"Why have so many Aberrations broken into the village these past few days?"

Though puzzled, Lu Chen still took a great stride and sprinted at top speed toward the distance.

Covering several meters in a single step, Lu Chen moved swiftly, a hint of joy in his heart.

Aberrations entering the village should have been a disaster, yet Lu Chen felt somewhat delighted. It seemed strange, but it was truly how he felt.

"Any Aberration willing to enter the village is very strong. More importantly, once they enter the Totem Pillar's range, they'll be heavily suppressed. Good—this time, I can earn another batch of experience points."

Yes, Lu Chen was happy about gaining experience points.

Charging ahead at full speed, Lu Chen soon saw Barbarians fighting Aberrations, just as he had last time.

But the bizarre scene ahead made even Lu Chen halt abruptly.

"What is that?"

Lu Chen could hardly be blamed for his shock. The sight before him lay far beyond his expectations.

Before Lu Chen stood a large Clothes Hanger, with more than ten sets of brightly colored clothing hanging from it.

The clothes were small and exquisite, all of them garments for young girls.

Yet forcing such lovely clothes onto Barbarians, most of whom stood over two meters tall, made for a bizarre sight.

Having arrived at the scene, Lu Chen could clearly see that four or five Barbarians in the field each wore a set of brightly colored clothes.

The whole scene looked like some sort of cross-dressing spectacle.

But Barbarians in women's clothes—just imagining it was enough to burn one's eyes.

Yet when he truly faced such a sight, Lu Chen did not find it funny in the slightest. His heart held only fury and icy killing intent.

Barbarians were powerfully built, and the pretty, brightly colored girls' clothes could barely be pulled onto them.

Unfortunately, this was not something they could simply refuse to wear.

Even when the garments covered only half their bodies, they could not be shaken off.

More terrifyingly, as time passed, the clothes on the Barbarians kept tightening.

Though the Barbarians beneath the clothing struggled desperately and tore at the garments with all their strength,

their struggles were somewhat powerless.

Two other Barbarians had already completely collapsed to the ground, while the clothes on them had become exceptionally well-fitted.

Unfortunately, it was not that the clothes had grown larger and become suitable for the two Barbarians.

Rather, the Barbarians' bodies, each over two meters tall, had been forcibly compressed by the clothes into a height of around one and a half meters.

Large amounts of flesh and blood had also been absorbed by the clothes, turning the already colorful garments a vivid blood-red.

All of this made Lu Chen furrow his brow, and a surge of fury erupted within him.

It was the rage of seeing his tribesmen killed, and the rage of seeing humanity oppressed and enslaved by other things.

Lu Chen, who came from the twenty-first century, had always carried the pride of a terrifying upright ape.

Now, as he watched humans being toyed with and killed, Lu Chen's fury erupted. His body suddenly swelled by a full circle, and the power within him doubled.

Endless Rage

Originally, this was an ability Lu Chen needed to accumulate rage during battle before he could activate it.

But the sight before him had already ignited his fury, allowing the ability to activate directly.

He could even sense that so long as his rage did not run dry and his body could hold out, this ability could remain active indefinitely.

But Lu Chen had no attention left for such matters now.

With fury blazing in his heart, Lu Chen focused his consciousness. Then, an overwhelming pressure, like the might of Heaven, descended and blanketed the field.

Conqueror's Haki

Under that heavenly might, the field abruptly fell silent, as if even the air had frozen solid.

Then came several muffled thuds as the clothes crumpled to the ground, forced down by Lu Chen's pressure.

This sudden turn of events left the three Barbarians still struggling against the clothes somewhat dazed, until a voice awakened them.

"Leave this place. This isn't something you can handle."

As the voice rang out, Lu Chen, whose entire body had swelled by a circle, had already passed by them.

With a flick of his iron sword, he lifted the three garments lying limp on the ground.

Lu Chen's passing finally brought the three Barbarians back to their senses.

With a cry of alarm, the three immediately prepared to leave. But then, as if recalling something, all three stopped.

"A'Chen, we can still fight."

"Beat the hell out of them."

"We can't let you fight alone."

Barbarians were fierce and valiant. Even in the face of danger, they possessed the will to risk their lives, and this made Lu Chen smile.

"Then let's do it together."

As he spoke, Lu Chen rapidly approached the Clothes Hanger.

But before Lu Chen could get close, the other two Barbarians had already reached him and attacked.

They were the two shrunken figures. Looking at their bodies, then at the vivid crimson clothes covering them,

Lu Chen understood. The Barbarians were already dead; they were now merely puppets controlled by the clothes.

At the same time, Lu Chen sensed that the clothes lifted upon his iron sword were also beginning to stir restlessly.

None of this frightened Lu Chen. Instead, a savage grin spread across his lips.

"So you've awakened from the intimidation already? Good. Let me test the power of Demon Hand."

With a flick of his iron sword, Lu Chen sent the three restless garments drifting into the air. Then he drew the sword back and placed his left palm over its hilt.

As his palm stroked the hilt, Lu Chen could feel a stream of black air flowing from his blackish-red left hand and covering the iron sword.

In the blink of an eye, the iron sword was wrapped in a layer of black air. At the same time, the three lifted garments began falling under gravity, but as they reached the ground, they lunged at Lu Chen like vicious ghosts, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

The two Barbarians, controlled by their vivid crimson garments, also moved before Lu Chen.

Thus, five Aberrations attacked him at once.

But this did not frighten Lu Chen. Instead, he revealed a trace of mockery.

"Just as I thought—no brains at all!"

"Coming at me together won't make you stronger. It'll only make things easier for me."

"Ghost Slash!"

Accompanied by an angry roar, the iron sword Lu Chen had dragged behind him suddenly swept forward in a horizontal arc from right to left.

The iron sword had no edge, but black air clung to it. Empowered by Demon God Power, the clothes and Barbarians blocking Lu Chen's path were all cleaved in two by that single strike.

At the same time, the overwhelming force sent the fragments of clothing and the broken Barbarian bodies flying more than ten meters away.

After they landed, the strange garments were also entangled by purplish-black currents of air, becoming old and worn.

System prompt: The host has eliminated Bai You Grade Aberration—Demon Clothes, gaining 100 experience points.

System prompt: The host has eliminated Bai You Grade Aberration—Demon Clothes, gaining 100 experience points.

Five consecutive notifications rang out beside Lu Chen's ears.

With one strike, Lu Chen had swept away all five Aberrations. Even the ground bore a fissure stretching five or six meters away.

When the sword was drawn, it could slay Aberrations—and men as well.

That was Lu Chen's current strength.