Bronze-Forged Flesh! Defying Tempered Steel!

Yet Su Haoran seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and did not even turn around.

Just as the blade tip was about to touch him,

Clang!

A crisp clash of metal erupted!

Su Haoran drew his blade with a backhand motion and blocked the fatal thrust with unerring precision!

The ambushing soldier's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

How could he possibly have reacted in time?

Before he could figure it out, a fierce gust had already struck him head-on!

Su Haoran spun with the momentum, unleashing the Major Accomplishment Arhat Fist. Carrying the force of a thousand jun, it struck after yet arrived first, smashing viciously into the soldier's throat.

Crack!

A bone-splitting sound that set teeth on edge rang out.

The astonishment on the soldier's face froze instantly. His throat caved in, and he crumpled to the ground like a pile of rotten mud. After twitching twice, he went still.

One move, counterkill!

Clean and decisive! Ruthless and merciless!

The lightning-fast turn of events left everyone stunned.

The black-faced captain's pupils shrank sharply, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

This brat was a tough one!

"Damn it! Avenge Third Brother!"

After their brief shock, the fury of the remaining three soldiers was completely ignited.

They swung their blades from three directions at once, sealing off every avenue of escape for Su Haoran. Blade light intertwined and came crashing down over his head!

Faced with this storm-like siege, Su Haoran's eyes remained as still as an ancient well.

The Meditation Scripture kept his mind clear and empty. The moves of the Arhat Fist flowed through his mind, and every movement of his enemies, every trajectory of their blades, was reflected clearly in his perception.

His feet moved in strange steps as his body weaved and shifted amid flashing blades, like a small boat in raging waves. It looked perilous beyond measure, yet he always evaded the fatal strikes by a hair's breadth.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The military saber in his hand rose and fell, constantly colliding with their weapons and scattering strings of dazzling sparks.

The Major Accomplishment Arhat Fist was not merely a fist technique; it also contained exquisite footwork and methods of exerting force.

In Su Haoran's hands, it unfolded as one seamless whole of offense and defense, without the slightest flaw!

The three soldiers surrounding him grew more alarmed the longer they fought. It felt as if they were besieging a fierce tiger that was too slippery to grasp. Their opponent's strength, speed, and reactions all far surpassed their imagination!

He was clearly just a lean young monk. How could he possess such terrifying strength?

The Tenant Farmers couple stood dumbstruck. Covering their mouths, the flame of hope that had gone out in their eyes blazed fiercely once more!

"Die!"

Seizing an opening, Su Haoran gave a low shout. The steel saber in his hand suddenly accelerated, turning into a streak of cold light that swept precisely across one soldier's neck.

Slash!

Blood sprayed, and a fine head flew into the sky!

Another killed!

The remaining two soldiers were utterly terrified, and their assault fell into disorder.

Su Haoran pressed his advantage without mercy, closing in with a plain, unadorned straight punch that struck another soldier squarely in the chest.

Bang!

A dull impact sounded. The soldier's padded armor caved in at once, and he flew backward as though struck by a siege ram. He spat blood, crashed into the wall, and died on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, among the four companions, three were dead and one was injured!

The last soldier was so frightened that his soul nearly fled his body. Looking at Su Haoran, who seemed like a killing god descended into the world, he could no longer summon even a trace of courage to resist.

With a shriek, he turned and ran!

Yet the instant he turned, Su Haoran's blade arrived as well.

This strike was powerful and heavy, cleaving squarely into the middle of his back!

Riiip—

A grating tearing sound rang out. The thick padded armor, enough to withstand ordinary blade strikes, was instantly split apart like paper beneath Su Haoran's saber, infused with all his Qi and Blood!

The steel blade sank into flesh. The tremendous force sent the man flying, and he slammed face-first onto the ground, never making another sound.

But at that very moment, Su Haoran's saber had cut through the padded armor and bones and became tightly lodged in the corpse, impossible to pull free for the moment!

An opportunity!

The black-faced captain, who had stood to the side with a cold expression while waiting for his chance, suddenly burst with savage light in his eyes!

"Little bastard, die!"

With a ferocious grin, he stamped hard with his feet and shot forward like a cannonball. Raising his steel saber high, he put all his strength into a downward chop at the temporarily unarmed Su Haoran!

In his eyes, no matter how capable this brat was, he was still flesh and blood. Without a weapon or armor, how could he possibly block this full-force strike?

He was dead for sure!

"Watch out!"

The Tenant Farmers couple cried out in terror, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Hearing their cries, the black-faced captain's grin grew even more vicious. He could practically see the bloody sight of Su Haoran being split in two by his saber.

After killing this brat, I'll slaughter these two chattering peasants as well!

Yet in the face of this thunderous, unstoppable strike, not a trace of panic appeared on Su Haoran's face.

He even abandoned any attempt to draw his saber.

He merely stared coldly at the approaching blade and slowly raised his right fist.

Qi and Blood surged. The skin over his right fist instantly turned a deep antique bronze, as though cast from metal, radiating an indestructible aura.

Iron Cloth Shirt!

Clang!!!

Before the horrified eyes of the black-faced captain and the Tenant Farmers couple, Su Haoran neither dodged nor evaded. He threw a punch that smashed solidly into the edge of the descending steel saber!

When fist and blade collided, the sound that erupted was not the dull thud of flesh being cut apart, but an ear-piercing clash of metal!

Sparks flew in every direction!

A terrifying rebounding force surged wildly along the blade!

The black-faced captain felt his tiger's mouth tremble violently as unimaginable force struck him. He could no longer hold the steel saber in his hand. It flew from his grip and landed several meters away with a clang!

The lingering force of that punch sent him staggering back again and again before he fell hard onto the ground. His face was filled with ghostly terror and bewilderment.

He looked down at his hand. The web between his thumb and forefinger had been completely torn open, blood streaming from it.

When he looked back up at Su Haoran, he saw that the other man's fist had not even broken skin. There was only a faint white mark, which swiftly vanished as Qi and Blood circulated through it!

His flesh had directly withstood tempered steel?!

The Bronze Skin Realm?! A Martial Artist!

Watching Su Haoran walk toward him step by step, the black-faced captain's face was immediately overcome with horror.

Against a Bronze Skin Martial Artist, ordinary blades and swords could not harm him in the slightest. No matter how he fought, he had no chance of winning!

He scrambled backward on both hands and feet, trying to force a vicious edge into his voice. "I'm with the Great Western Army! If you kill me, the Great Western Army won't let you off!..."

Hearing that, Su Haoran walked up to him without expression, his gaze cold. His hand rose, and his blade fell.

Slash!

The sound of a long blade cutting through blood vessels rang clearly through the courtyard.

The black-faced captain's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end.