Something is Strange

RUMBLE!

The still torrent of steel began to move once more.

This time, it wasn't a probe, nor a encirclement.

It was a crushing charge from all directions, with no blind spots!

Thousands of warhorses galloping at the same time—the scene was more terrifying than a sandstorm.

Bai Fengling's legs went weak, and he collapsed beside his mount, his handsome face completely drained of color.

Elder Bai was also trembling all over. He had spent half his life in battle, but he had never witnessed such a terrifying cavalry charge.

How could one person possibly resist an army?

This was simply not a battle between comparable forces.

It's over.

Only those two words remained in Elder Bai's mind.

At this moment of despair, Shen Che moved.

He didn't charge forward, nor did he retreat.

He simply turned his head and said to the two who were already frozen in fear.

"Crouch down and cover your heads."

His voice was calm, as if the charge of thousands before him was merely the roughhousing of village children.

"Don't stray too far from me."

Elder Bai and Bai Fengling scrambled to Shen Che's feet, clutching their heads and curling into balls.

They couldn't see anything, only hearing the approaching hoofbeats, like a death knell.

Shen Che turned back, facing the black tide that was sweeping towards him.

Within his body, his crimson-gold True Qi began to surge.

He didn't choose the most ferocious fist technique, nor did he use his indestructible finger force.

Facing an army of thousands, point-to-point damage was too inefficient.

What he needed was a wide-ranging, devastating strike.

The bandits charging at the forefront could already see Shen Che's face clearly.

They saw his excessively young face, which showed not even a trace of fear.

Has this kid been scared witless?

The bandits sneered, raising their sabers high, ready to cleave the defiant fellow and his mount in two.

Ten paces.

Five paces.

Three paces!

Just as the first bandit's saber was about to fall, Shen Che raised both his arms.

Not to block, nor to strike.

He simply spread his arms wide to the sides.

Hummm--

An invisible wave spread out from him as the center.

The crimson-gold True Qi within him didn't externalize into a shield; instead, it flowed like a living thing along his arms, extending madly.

One meter, five meters, ten meters!

Finally, two long whips, condensed from high-density True Qi, almost tangible yet formless and colorless, extended from his palms.

Each one was over ten meters long!

Vajra Zen Fist - Zen Whip!

This was a group-combat killing move that Shen Che had devised by combining his past life's knowledge with his current life's martial arts.

The next moment, he moved.

His arms began to swing violently, like a windmill!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sound of tearing air was piercingly sharp to the eardrums.

The two invisible True Qi whips transformed into a giant net of death, sweeping out in all directions!

The bandit charging at the very front still had a sneer on his face.

He only saw a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible force struck his waist.

Then, he lost consciousness.

Along with the warhorse beneath him, it exploded from the middle!

Not cut, but exploded!

Mangled flesh, internal organs, bone fragments, mixed with scalding hot blood, sprayed backward.

This was just the beginning.

Shen Che's movements didn't pause in the slightest, his arms swinging faster and faster.

That whip net of True Qi, formed from True Qi, completely enveloped the hundred-meter radius around him.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Like ripe watermelons being smashed one by one, the sounds rang out densely.

The bandits who charged into this area, whether human or horse.

Whether wearing leather armor or iron armor.

Under the lashing of the "Zen Whip," they were no different from paper.

Shattered with a single touch!

One after another, knights, human and horse alike, exploded into clouds of bloody mist on their charge.

The battlefield had become a giant meat grinder.

And Shen Che was the core of the meat grinder.

He stood in place, his clothes fluttering, his arms swinging, like an elegant and ruthless god of death.

In less than a minute.

Nearly two hundred fearless bandits had turned into a bloody rain, dyeing the yellow sandy ground a shocking dark red.

The bandits behind them charged forward like madmen, only to be doused head to toe in the flesh and blood of their comrades who had exploded before them.

Finally, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Stop! Stop!"

"There's something strange up ahead!"

The charging wave became chaotically stagnant.

The bandits reined in their horses, looking forward with shock and uncertainty.

They saw a scene that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

The young man in black stood there quietly.

Centered on him, a hundred-meter radius had become an absolute death zone.

Within the zone, there were no intact corpses, only scattered pieces of flesh and broken limbs.

The thick smell of blood, mixed with the dry heat of the sand, formed a nauseating aura that assaulted them.

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A series of notification sounds scrolled across Shen Che's mind.

The deafening shouts and killing cries had vanished.

In their place was a deathly silence.

Thousands of bandits stopped at the edge of the death zone, no one daring to step forward.

They looked at the figure standing in the blood, as if looking at a demon god who had crawled out of hell.

Elder Bai, who was crouching with his head in his hands, felt the sounds stop and cautiously raised his head.

With just one glance, his entire body froze.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Bai Fengling also raised his head, and when he saw the hellish scene before him, his stomach churned, and he vomited with a "wah."

In the distance.

On the beast-like warhorse.

The Great Leader of the Gale Bandit Group, Zhang Kuangfeng, had already sat up straight.

The scar on his face twitched slightly.

The composure of sitting firmly in control had vanished without a trace.

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