Invincible Against Blades and Spears

Shen Che circled around to the back of the mountain. A sheer cliff face, a hundred zhang high, rose vertically, as if sliced by a blade.

The cliff was damp and slippery, covered in moss, making it difficult to find even a place to stand.

Wang Changshou was right. It wasn't just humans who would struggle here; even a monkey would be troubled.

Shen Che stretched his limbs, the muscles in his arms bulging slightly.

He reached out and felt along the rock face. Applying force with his fingertips, he managed to gouge out several shallow indentations in the hard rock.

The next moment, he clung to the stone like a gecko, using all four limbs as he began to climb.

No ropes, no tools.

What he relied on was his terrifying, inhuman physique, honed after both Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt had broken through their limits.

Every exertion of his strength was precise and efficient, propelling his body upward by a large margin.

A hundred zhang cliff was, to him, no more than a slightly longer flight of stairs.

A few minutes later, his hands grasped the edge of the cliff. With a flip, he landed silently within the stronghold.

This was the rear of the stronghold, a messy open space piled with miscellaneous items and firewood, unguarded.

Not far away, sounds of revelry, shouting, and drinking games mixed with the aroma of alcohol and roasted meat.

The bandits in the stronghold were extremely lax in their security.

After all, who would expect someone to climb up from the sheer cliff face at the back of the mountain?

Shen Che's objective was clear: capture the leader to catch the followers.

But he didn't know where the three chieftains were.

The best approach would be to capture a scout and interrogate them.

He suppressed his aura and moved like a ghost, stealthily heading towards the brightest area.

Just as he was preparing to deal with a lone patrolling bandit.

"Assassin!"

A sharp, piercing shout suddenly tore through the night sky of the stronghold.

Immediately after, the entire Iron Furnace Stronghold erupted.

The clanging of weapons being drawn echoed everywhere, and countless torches were lit, illuminating the stronghold as if it were daytime.

"Over there! The Hall of United Righteousness!"

"Quick! Protect the Great Chieftain!"

The sounds of chaotic footsteps and shouts all surged in one direction.

From a distance, the fierce clash of weapons and the dull thuds of flesh being torn apart could be heard.

Shen Che stopped, hiding in the shadows of an arrow tower.

Someone else had infiltrated Iron Furnace Stronghold?

And judging by the commotion, they had already been exposed and engaged the bandits.

Interesting.

He didn't rush to act. Instead, he changed direction and headed towards the Hall of United Righteousness where the incident had occurred.

Inside the Hall of United Righteousness, it was now packed.

Hundreds of bandits, armed with swords and spears, surrounded the center of the hall, their faces contorted with ferocity.

In the center of the encirclement were three people dressed in black night-clothes, two men and one woman, back-to-back, already trapped.

One of the older black-clad men held a steel saber still dripping with blood. A flying knife was lodged in his left shoulder, blood soaking through his clothes. With every swing of his saber, he took the life of a bandit, but his injuries also slowed his movements.

Another young man, also wielding a steel saber, fought with sharp swordsmanship. His swings sent out waves of blade energy, forcing the surrounding bandits to hesitate before approaching. While fighting, he shielded the veiled girl behind him.

"Damn it, still resisting!"

A one-armed burly man, Tie Feng, the third chieftain of Iron Furnace Stronghold, clutched his bleeding severed arm, his face filled with venomous hatred.

"Capture them alive for me! Especially the woman! I'll make her wish she were dead but unable to die!"

He had been enjoying himself in his room when these three broke in and attacked without a word. He had only managed to sound the alarm at the cost of his arm.

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"Third brother, who dares to be so bold?"

A gruff voice came from outside the hall, followed by the entrance of a giant, nearly two meters tall, powerfully built man who strode in like a walking tower.

Behind him followed a man with triangular eyes and a scholarly demeanor, holding a steel fan.

The Great Chieftain of Iron Furnace Stronghold, Tie Xiong!

The Second Chieftain, Tie Yi!

Tie Feng's face lit up with relief upon seeing them. "Big brother, second brother! You've come at the perfect time! These ignorant fools dare to assassinate me!"

Nangong Wen, the young man surrounded in the center, felt his heart sink.

Slipped up.

Their original target was the third boss, Tie Feng, aiming to cripple Iron Furnace Stronghold.

Who knew this guy would be so alert? Not only did they fail to land a killing blow, but he managed to send out a signal, trapping the three of them.

Now, with the three leaders of Iron Furnace Stronghold gathered, plus these countless bandits, forget breaking out – they'd be lucky to make it out of here alive today.

"Kid from the Nangong family, you walked right into a trap. You courted death." Tie Xiong's voice boomed like a thunderclap, making their eardrums ache. "Today, not a single one of you is leaving."

A dead end.

Just as Nangong Wen and the injured Nangong Wu prepared to fight to the death.

A leisurely, unhurried set of footsteps echoed from the entrance of the main hall.

The footsteps were steady, clear, and out of place amidst the chaotic din.

Everyone paused, their movements stopping in unison as they turned towards the doorway.

A young man, clad in the standard black robe of the Demon Suppression Division, walked slowly into the hall.

"Looks like I've come at an inconvenient time."

Tie Feng and the others were filled with surprise and uncertainty. Did they have an accomplice?

Nangong Wen and the veiled girl, who were surrounded, stared at Shen Che's attire with disbelief etched on their faces.

Someone from the Demon Suppression Division?

What was he doing here?

"Who are you?" Tie Xiong's brow furrowed. He sensed a hint of danger emanating from the young man.

"Demon Suppression Division, Shen Che," Shen Che announced his name.

The Demon Suppression Division!

Tie Xiong's expression darkened.

These bandits feared the authorities the most, and the Demon Suppression Division was the most troublesome, most unreasonable, and most violent branch of the government.

Being targeted by these lunatics was definitely not a good thing.

"Someone from the Demon Suppression Division dares to barge into Iron Furnace Stronghold alone?" Tie Xiong sized Shen Che up. "Should I call you skilled and brave, or incredibly foolish?"

"Kill him!" Without further ado, he gave the order.

No matter who he was, since he'd come, he wouldn't be leaving alive.

Several bandits closest to Shen Che grinned sinisterly, raising their swords and sabers, aiming for Shen Che's neck, heart, and other vital points.

Nangong Wen's heart tightened. He instinctively wanted to cry out a warning.

But the next scene made him swallow all his words.

Facing several sharp blades, Shen Che didn't dodge or evade. He didn't even assume a defensive stance.

Clang!

Clang, clang!

Several piercing sounds of metal striking metal exploded.

Those swords and sabers, capable of cracking stone, struck Shen Che's body as if hitting the hardest black iron.

Sparks flew.

The edges of the blades even showed signs of curling and chipping.

And Shen Che's clothes remained completely undamaged.