From their perspective, largely isolated as they were from the martial world beyond, this was simply unbelievable.
In the deep mountains and vast marshes, there were indeed peerlessly fierce beasts whose fur, hide, and scales were impervious to blades and spears, untouched by water and fire. They had no way to hunt such creatures, only to avoid them or use ancestral methods to drive them away.
But this was no fierce beast. This was a man—a man of flesh and blood just like them—yet he could likewise withstand blades and spears, with arrows unable to pierce him. For these several dozen Dan Chi warriors, the blow was truly immense.
Moreover, because Geng Pomo had not chosen to retreat but had instead received the flying arrows head-on, the tactic they had envisioned from the start had failed. The distance had not widened; instead, their morale had suffered a crushing blow.
Not to mention the Dan Chi warriors caught up in the situation—even Ji Rushuang, watching from the sidelines, went weak in the hands and feet at this shocking sight. Her lips and teeth trembled, and fear once more filled her eyes.
This kind of hard martial art was indeed too overwhelming to behold. It might not necessarily possess tremendous power or destructive force, but the pressure it gave others was immense, as though they were facing a monster.
They were both unable to defeat their opponent, and death was death, but facing a person was still better than facing a monster.
And in the eyes of these Dan Chi warriors and Ji Rushuang, Geng Pomo was no different from a monster.
"Th-this, Young Master Lu, he... his martial arts are so formidable, his body is indestructible. What should we do?"
Ji Rushuang still lacked a measure of composure. Or rather, she