Rumble—!
The motionless steel torrent surged into action once more.
This time, it was no longer a probing attack, no longer an encirclement.
It was an all-out crushing charge from every direction, without a single blind spot!
Several thousand warhorses thundered forward at once, a sight even more terrifying than a sandstorm.
Bai Fengling's legs gave out, and he collapsed beside the camel-horse, all color drained from his handsome face.
Elder Bai was trembling from head to toe as well. He had spent half his life on horseback and battlefields, yet he had never seen such a horrifying cavalry charge.
How could one person possibly withstand an army?
This was not a battle on the same level at all.
It was over.
Those were the only two words left in Elder Bai's mind.
Just when despair had reached its peak, Shen Che moved.
He neither charged forward nor retreated.
He merely turned around and said one thing to the two men who had been scared senseless.
"Crouch down and cover your heads."
His voice was calm, as though the charge of several thousand men before him was no more than country children fooling around.
"Don't stray too far from me."
Elder Bai and Bai Fengling scrambled to Shen Che's feet, tightly covered their heads, and curled into a ball.
They could see nothing. All they could hear were the hoofbeats drawing closer, like a death warrant.
Shen Che turned back around and faced the black tide sweeping toward him.
Crimson-gold true qi began to surge through his body.
He did not choose his fiercest fist technique, nor did he use his indestructible finger force.
Against an army of a thousand men and ten thousand horses, point-to-point killing was far too inefficient.
What he needed was a wide-ranging, devastating strike.
The bandits charging at the very front could already see Shen Che's face clearly.
They saw that absurdly young face, utterly devoid of fear.
Had this brat been scared stupid?
The bandits grinned savagely, raising their sabers high, ready to cleave this fool who did not know life from death—and his mount—into two halves.
Ten steps.
Five steps.
Three steps!
Just as the first bandit's saber was about to fall.
Shen Che raised both arms.
Not to block, nor to throw a punch.
He simply spread his arms flat to either side.
Buzz—
An invisible ripple spread outward from him.
The crimson-gold true qi within him did not burst forth to form a shield. Instead, like a living thing, it frantically extended along his arms.
One meter, five meters, ten meters!
In the end, two long whips condensed from high-density true qi, nearly tangible yet invisible and colorless, extended from his palms.
Each one was more than ten meters long!
Vajra Zen Fist—Zen Whip!
This was a group-battle killing move Shen Che had devised by combining the knowledge of his previous life with the martial arts of this life.
The next moment, he moved.
His arms suddenly swung like windmills!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of the air being torn apart was so shrill it stabbed at the eardrums.
The two invisible true qi whips transformed into a giant net of death, sweeping in every direction!
The savage grin had yet to fade from the first bandit's face.
He only felt his vision blur, then an irresistible force lashed across his waist.
Then he lost consciousness.
Together with the warhorse beneath him, he exploded from the middle with a deafening blast!
He had not been cut apart. He had exploded!
Chunks of flesh, organs, and bone fragments mixed with scalding blood sprayed backward.
This was only the beginning.
Shen Che's movements did not pause in the slightest. His arms swung faster and faster.
That deathly whip net formed of true qi completely enveloped the hundred-meter radius around him.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The dense sounds were like ripe watermelons being smashed one after another.
The bandits who charged into that range, whether man or horse—
Whether clad in leather armor or iron armor—
Under the lashing of the Zen Whip, they were no different from paper effigies.
They shattered at a touch!
Rider after rider, together with their horses, exploded into clouds of blood in the midst of their charge.
The battlefield became a gigantic meat grinder.
And Shen Che was the core of that meat grinder.
He stood where he was, his clothes whipping in the wind, his arms dancing as he looked like an elegant yet merciless Grim Reaper.
In less than a minute.
Nearly two hundred bandits who feared neither heaven nor earth had turned into a rain of blood that dyed the yellow sand a shocking dark red.
The bandits behind them charged forward like madmen, only to be drenched from head to toe in the exploding flesh and blood of their companions ahead.
At last, someone realized something was wrong.
"Stop! Stop!"
"There's something strange ahead!"
The surging charge faltered into a chaotic halt.
The bandits pulled hard on their reins and stared ahead in alarm and uncertainty.
They saw a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
That young man in black stood there quietly.
Centered on him, a hundred-meter radius had become an absolute forbidden zone of death.
Within that forbidden zone, there was not a single intact corpse—only mangled flesh and severed limbs scattered across the ground.
The thick stench of blood mixed with the dry heat of the sand, forming a nauseating odor that rushed straight at them.
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A string of notifications kept flashing through Shen Che's mind.
The originally deafening cries of battle had vanished.
In their place was a deathly silence.
Several thousand bandits had stopped at the edge of the death zone. No one dared take another step forward.
They looked at the figure standing amid the pool of blood as if they were looking at a demon god that had crawled out of hell.
Elder Bai, crouched on the ground with his head covered, noticed that the noise had stopped and cautiously raised his head.
At a single glance, his whole body froze.
His mouth hung open, yet no sound came out.
Bai Fengling raised his head as well. When he saw the hellish scene before him, his stomach churned like overturned rivers and seas, and he vomited with a loud retch.
In the distance.
Upon that warhorse as massive as a beast.
The Great Leader of the Gale Bandit Group, Zhang Kuangfeng, had long since sat upright.
The scar on his face twitched faintly.
That unruffled composure of one sitting firmly at the fishing platform had vanished without a trace.
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