Butchering an Ox with One Hand Covering the Sky

The Bloody Hall was thick with an unshakeable scent of blood.

Zhao Hei Hu's corpse was still warm, his eyes, wide in death, stared at the ceiling beams as if questioning the unfairness of fate.

Agula flicked the blood droplets from his Water-Splitting Dagger, his pair of inverted triangle pupils locked onto Ji Ye, who was walking over slowly.

He couldn't see through this scholar.

He clearly lacked the hardened muscles unique to martial artists, and his breathing was as light as a cat's, yet with every step he took, Agula felt an inexplicable palpitation. It was the instinct a wolf king felt when encountering its natural predator on the grasslands.

"Southerner, you will regret this."

Agula roared, his entire skeleton emitting a series of crisp cracks like popping beans.

Bone Forging Realm, bones like refined iron.

The bluestone bricks beneath his feet instantly shattered, and his body transformed into an afterimage, shooting towards Ji Ye like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.

He held nothing back in this strike.

The Water-Splitting Dagger moved high and low, the upper thrust aimed at the throat, the lower hook targeting the dantian. This was the White Wolf Tribe's killing move, "Wolf Fang Intertwined," vicious and tricky.

"Sir, be careful!"

Wang Meng, from a distance, couldn't help but cry out. He knew the terror of the Bone Forging Realm; it was a power that those in the Skin Grinding Realm simply couldn't withstand head-on.

Ji Ye didn't retreat.

In his vision, the world turned grayscale.

Only Agula was illuminated by countless red lines.

These were the trajectories of his muscles exerting force, the axes supported by his bones.

Too crude.

Under the analysis of [Martial Arts Through Divinity], this straightforward way of exerting force was like a dilapidated house riddled with holes.

Ji Ye shifted his body slightly.

Just as the Water-Splitting Dagger was about to touch his collar, the Wild Goose Feather Saber in his hand moved.

It wasn't a block, nor a parry.

The blade's edge brushed lightly against the side of the Water-Splitting Dagger Agula was thrusting upwards.

"Screeeech--"

A grating sound of metal friction.

This seemingly light brush employed the "Stick" technique. The spine of the Wild Goose Feather Saber precisely pressed onto the point of force of the Water-Splitting Dagger, guiding it outwards.

Agula felt his wrist sink. His seemingly fatal thrust unexpectedly deviated by three inches, grazing past Ji Ye's ear.

Simultaneously, Ji Ye took half a step forward.

This half-step landed him perfectly in the opening between Agula's legs.

"First strike."

Ji Ye said softly.

A flash of blade light.

The Wild Goose Feather Saber wasn't retracted; instead, it continued its downward cut, the tip precisely flicking towards the inside of Agula's wrist, where he held the other Water-Splitting Dagger.

There lay the "Da Ling Acupoint," and the weakest point of the ligaments.

"Pfft."

A soft sound.

Agula felt a coolness on his wrist, followed by a piercing pain.

The hand that was meant to hook and rip open Ji Ye's dantian instantly lost its strength, and the Water-Splitting Dagger clattered to the ground.

"Ah!!"

Agula screamed, but he was, after all, a battle-hardened Barbarian warrior, his ferocity completely ignited. Disregarding picking up his weapon, he clenched his good hand into a fist and smashed it towards Ji Ye's face with a whistling wind.

If this punch landed, even stone would shatter.

Ji Ye still didn't meet it head-on.

He was like a fallen leaf swaying in a storm, leaning back gently with the punch's wind.

The fist missed, grazing his nose.

Agula's old strength was spent, his body leaning forward due to inertia.

This was an opening.

A fatal opening.

"Second strike."

Ji Ye flipped his wrist, and the Wild Goose Feather Saber drew a bizarre arc in the air, like a gazelle leaping, leaving no trace.

The blade edge cut into the Popliteal Fossa behind Agula's right knee.

Microscopic Control.

The blade avoided the hard leg bone and sliced through the tendons within as if cutting tofu.

"Crack."

Agula's massive body suddenly dropped, his right leg instantly losing support, and he heavily knelt on the ground.

"How is this possible..."

Agula's face was filled with terror. He clearly possessed the strength of the Bone Forging Realm and a physique that could crush his opponent, but why did every move feel like hitting cotton? Why did the opponent's blade always appear in the most vulnerable spots?

This wasn't a fight at all.

It was an autopsy.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Agula gasped, trying to struggle to his feet, but the leg with the severed tendons was useless.

Ji Ye stood before him, looking down at the Barbarian Centurion kneeling at his feet.

The Wild Goose Feather Saber in his hand wasn't even stained with much blood.

"I'm a physician," Ji Ye said calmly, "specializing in treating all kinds of insubordination."

"I won't be subdued!!"

Agula let out a desperate roar, using the last of his strength to lunge and bite Ji Ye's throat.

"Third strike."

Ji Ye sighed.

A flash of blade light appeared.

It was too fast to see the trajectory.

This strike had no flourish, only extreme precision.

The blade entered the gap between Agula's neck artery and vein, avoided the cervical spine, and instantly severed his trachea and carotid artery.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Agula's roar abruptly stopped, turning into a wheezing hiss escaping his throat.

He clutched his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers. The light in his inverted triangle eyes quickly faded, leaving only a dull gray.

The corpse fell.

It landed right next to Zhao Hei Hu's body.

The two lay head to head, like unfortunate brothers who died in a chaotic world.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

The surrounding "Local Militia," including Wang Meng, stared blankly at the scene.

From Agula's sudden outburst to his becoming a corpse, it had only taken a few breaths.

A master of the Bone Forging Realm had been dealt with as easily as slicing vegetables?

There wasn't even a decent sound of impact, like a master chef preparing meat on a cutting board.

"Wang Meng."

Ji Ye sheathed his saber and took out a clean white handkerchief, wiping a drop of blood that had splashed on the back of his hand.

"Yes!"

Wang Meng jolted and quickly ran over, his gaze towards Ji Ye no longer just filled with awe, but with the reverence one would show a deity.

"Clean it up."

Ji Ye pointed at the two corpses on the ground, his tone as casual as if he were deciding what to have for dinner.

"Lord Zhao bravely fought the Barbarians and tragically sacrificed his life. Give him a grand burial."

"As for this Barbarian..."

Ji Ye glanced at Agula's corpse.

"Chop off his head and preserve it in lime. This is a 'auspicious omen' we can use to claim merit from the higher-ups."

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