Iron Cloth Shirt! Blades Cannot Pierce!

The mine tunnel was narrow and dark, the sounds of slaughter deafening, the light of torches flickering wildly on the rock walls.

"Kill!"

Lu Chen roared, charging headlong into the group of Red Fish Gang elites.

But he wasn't going to his death.

The instant he charged, he scanned his surroundings. The terrain was long and narrow, only wide enough for two or three people abreast. This was most advantageous for someone who practiced hard qigong like him, but for his wounded brothers behind him, it was a dead end.

"Wang Xiaoliu! Take the men and retreat under that collapsed boulder! Form a circle! Guard our backs!"

Lu Chen yelled without looking back, his voice making the mine tunnel hum.

Wang Xiaoliu clutched his bleeding arm, looking at Lu Chen's towering back, his eyes reddening.

He knew, the boss was going to bear the burden alone, to fight for their survival.

"Listen to the boss! Retreat! Hurry, retreat!"

Wang Xiaoliu gritted his teeth and shouted, dragging several heavily wounded brothers stumbling back to the corner. The men leaned against the rock wall, raising their battered shields and weapons, their eyes fixed on the front.

At this moment, Lu Chen had already crashed into the enemy.

"Die!"

Two Red Fish Gang experts, using the momentum of their charge, brought their Ghost Head Sabers down fiercely towards Lu Chen's shoulders.

These two were both in the Flesh Refining Realm. Their blows were powerful enough to cleave rock.

There was no way to dodge.

Lu Chen had no intention of dodging.

He took a deep breath, and a layer of Dark Cyan Metallic Sheen spread across his skin.

Iron Cloth Shirt, fully activated!

Clang! Clang!

Two crisp sounds, sparks flying.

The two men's tiger mouths went numb, their sabers almost flying out of their hands, as if they had struck an Iron Lump.

Upon closer inspection, the two men's eyeballs nearly popped out.

There were only two shallow White Marks on Lu Chen's shoulders, not even breaking the skin!

"What... what kind of hard qigong is this?!"

Before the exclamation of one person had even faded, Lu Chen's counterattack arrived.

He threw away the chipped Mountain Splitting Saber, his hands, as black as ink, shot out with a whistling sound.

Stone Crushing Palm Third Realm—Iron Hand! Vibrating Force!

Pfft!

His left hand clamped onto one person's throat like an Iron Hook. His fingers tightened, and brittle bones shattered.

The man didn't even have time to scream. His throat was torn open, blood sprayed everywhere.

At the same time, Lu Chen's right hand struck the chest of another person.

A muffled thud.

A bulge violently protruded from the man's back. His eyeballs bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of Black Blood, slumping down limply.

In one exchange, two Flesh Refining Realm cultivators were dead!

The two Club-wielding Guards who charged up behind them froze in their tracks, their faces filled with terror.

This was no human! It was clearly a ferocious beast wearing human skin!

"What are you afraid of! He's practicing hard qigong, his weak point must be under his armpits or in his groin! Attack his Lower Body!"

Li Qingyi shouted sternly.

She saw through Lu Chen's style. Her figure flickered, turning into a Red Afterimage as she darted out from the side.

"Charge! Kill him!"

With the Gang Leader's presence, the two guards steadied their nerves. They swung their Brass Clubs, specifically aiming for Lu Chen's knees and ankles.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wind of the clubs whistled.

Lu Chen's expression was stern, his footing steady.

Facing the Brass Clubs sweeping towards his legs, he relied on his [Bronze Skin] and Iron Cloth Shirt. He didn't dodge or evade, raising his leg to take the blow head-on.

Bang! Bang!

Two solid blows landed on his Shin Bone.

A bone-deep pain shot through him, as if his bones were about to crack.

But Lu Chen didn't even frown. Using the force of the impact, he took a sudden step forward, closing the distance.

He locked onto Li Qingyi.

This woman was the biggest threat.

Li Qingyi's twin swords moved like venomous snakes, striking from tricky angles, their tips spitting inner energy.

A cold glint flashed.

Lu Chen dodged her throat strike, but his cheek was sliced open, blood dripping down his chin.

"Let's see how long you can last!"

Li Qingyi sneered, her twin swords dancing into a silver blur, enveloping Lu Chen within.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

The sword edges scraped against his body, a grating sound accompanied by sparks.

Although his Iron Cloth Shirt was tough, under the inner energy of a Meridian Connecting Realm expert, Lu Chen quickly developed over a dozen bloody gashes, his flesh torn and horrifying to behold.

But he acted as if he felt no pain, constantly protecting his head and neck, letting the sword edges hack at him.

He was waiting.

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Waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing Lu Chen suppressed, the two guards grew bolder. Their Brass Clubs rained down like a storm, specifically targeting his joints.

One club struck Lu Chen's back fiercely.

Lu Chen staggered, a sweet taste surged in his throat, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood back down.

Now!

Using the momentum from that blow, Lu Chen ignored the attack from behind and lunged forward with a sudden stride, instantly closing in on the other guard who was swinging his club.

That guard was raising his club to smash Lu Chen's head, completely unprepared for Lu Chen to charge forward while taking hits from behind.

His guard was completely down.

Lu Chen's right hand turned pitch black as he slammed a palm onto the guard's crown.

It was like crushing a ripe watermelon.

Red and white splattered.

The guard died on the spot.

"Third Brother!"

The last guard was so terrified he lost his grip on his staff and turned to run.

"Trying to escape?"

Lu Chen grabbed the Ghost Head Saber from the ground and threw it without looking.

The Ghost Head Saber turned into a black light, accurately piercing the man's back and pinning him to the rock wall.

The man struggled a few times and then went still.

In just a moment, all four guards by Li Qingyi's side were dead.

The Mine Tunnel fell silent.

Only heavy breathing and the sound of dripping blood remained.

Drip. Drip.

Lu Chen was covered in blood, his clothes tattered, his body covered in wounds. His back was badly swollen, clearly indicating internal injuries.

But he still stood steady, looking coldly at Li Qingyi across the corpses.

His gaze was terrifyingly bright.

Like a lone wolf in a desperate situation, fierce and greedy.

Li Qingyi looked at the demon-like youth, her sword-holding hand trembling uncontrollably.

She had killed many people.

She had also seen many ruthless people.

But she had never seen anyone as ruthless to themselves and as efficient at killing as Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's ferocity just now, willing to take a blow to kill, sent a chill down her spine.

"Are you... human or ghost?"

Li Qingyi's voice was dry, her arrogance greatly diminished.

Lu Chen grinned, revealing bloody teeth, looking exceptionally ferocious.

"Black Water Gang, Lu Chen."

He stepped over the corpses and approached step by step.

With each step, his aura grew stronger.

That malevolent aura forced Li Qingyi to instinctively take half a step back.

"Next, it's your turn."

Lu Chen's voice was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Li Qingyi gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing her fear.

She was the Red Fish Gang Leader, a Meridian Connecting Realm expert. How could she be intimidated by a mere Flesh Refining Realm brat?

If this got out, how could she continue to operate in Nujiang County?

"Stop playing tricks! I don't believe your Iron Cloth Shirt truly has no weak points! Even if you're made of iron, I'll grind you into iron powder!"

Li Qingyi screamed, infusing her inner energy, her sword humming.

"Kill!"

She charged at Lu Chen again.

This time, she held nothing back, unleashing her ultimate skill, the Red Fish Sword Dance.

Sword light rained down, dense and impenetrable, completely engulfing Lu Chen.

Lu Chen stood his ground, his feet seemingly rooted.

He slowly raised his hands, his dark palms shimmering with a metallic sheen.

"Come on."

He chanted in his heart.

On his panel, the Talent [Body Immunity] was active, suppressing the intense pain and fatigue.

As long as he didn't die, he could fight!

In the corner, Wang Xiaoliu and several other brothers stared with wide eyes, not daring to breathe.

They watched the blood-soaked figure standing tall, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

This was their leader.

This was the Lu Iron Skin who had become famous after a battle in the training grounds.

"Leader Lu... truly a divine being!"

Wang Xiaoliu muttered to himself, gripping his saber. He swore in his heart that if they survived this, his life would belong to Lu Chen.

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