Power

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood. The already collapsed section of the wall crumbled even further, with white fat mixed with red blood and internal organs covering the ground.

Although Liu Tian had seized the opportunity and instantly killed the true weak point and attack point of the trio, the remaining two were not truly useless. Their ability to withstand damage, in particular, exceeded Liu Tian's expectations.

Not to mention the Meat Mountain, which looked like a super meat shield at first glance, even the robust Protein Queen possessed a powerful defense that belied her appearance. Furthermore, Liu Tian still had to consider the safety of the ordinary people nearby.

Therefore, even with the help of the freshly acquired Monkey Sword, Liu Tian still had to exert some effort to end the battle.

"Ugh..."

A retching sound, like a signal, caused many people in the crowd behind to suddenly cover their mouths and vomit to the side.

Perhaps because most of the visitors were accustomed to a life of luxury, many couldn't suppress their nausea even at this scene, which wasn't particularly gruesome.

And in their eyes, a new emotion appeared—an emotion called fear.

Fear of the man who could casually blast them into dust, fear of the man who brazenly displayed his extraordinary strength.

"Young man, you have strayed from the righteous path," said an elder among the Fighters, frowning.

As a Fighter, he was experienced, had a higher tolerance, and better self-control. It was precisely because of this that he could remain calm in the face of this slaughterhouse, even feeling a sense of cherishing talent.

"You cannot earn the respect of others like this. You must learn to control yourself and not be swayed by power," said the elder, who was known as Old Feng and hadn't truly fought in nearly ten years. "Practicing martial arts is practicing the mind. Do not be influenced by excessive power; control it."

"As the convenience brought by martial power becomes more apparent, and as you become more addicted to that convenience, you will be controlled by martial arts and become its puppet."

"?" A muffled thud came from not far away. Liu Tian, holding two Monkey Swords, frowned and looked somewhat confused at the white-haired old man who had spoken on the battlefield. "Were you just telling me what to do?"

"Young man, recall your original intention for practicing martial arts. Do not live solely for martial arts and for becoming stronger."

"My original intention for practicing martial arts was to become stronger, to become the number one in the world," Liu Tian retorted without hesitation. "Controlled by power? Ridiculous."

"Power is power. Faced with a stone blocking the path, the weak can only go around, but the strong can crush it! Great power will, in turn, nourish your spirit, making your spirit stronger and giving you more choices."

"With power, when faced with choices, you can grasp the throat of fate and steer it in the direction you desire. The weak, however, can only kneel and wail powerlessly, unable to even cry out in the end."

"Respect? Fear?" Liu Tian suddenly stomped on the ground fiercely, and countless cracks spread out. "Even the people who respect you most will slander you when faced with conflicting interests, but those who fear you to their core will never dare to defy your will."

"The attacking enemies have been killed by me. You will protect them well," Liu Tian changed the subject, no longer engaging in the pointless debate. "I expect them to not lose half a hair when I return, or I will be very angry."

Meanwhile, the battlefield had become one-sided.

Despite being prepared, Liu Zhengde, with his home-field advantage, had a richer arsenal—pistols, rifles, submachine guns, even rocket launchers and a machine gun that had now run out of ammunition.

This extensive preparation even exceeded Edward's expectations, allowing Liu Zhengde to gain the upper hand for a time, suppressing the entire battlefield single-handedly.

But after only a dozen minutes, when the rocket launchers were depleted and the machine gun became useless scrap metal, the battle immediately entered a stage of true combat.

Even though the Fighters who remained were renowned and had a numerical advantage, they were no match for the strength of Tiger, Ox, and Snake.

The attacks of the Fighters, who had practiced Iron Body martial arts, were like tickles on the three individuals who had undergone gene modification, while a casual strike from any of them could shatter bone and muscle.

Fortunately, Tiger and Ox seemed to be plotting something and were not fighting at full strength, instead slacking off at the edges. Liu Zhengde also had the home-field advantage, allowing him to suppress Edward while also providing support from time to time. Otherwise, the battle would have been decided long ago.

But how long could this last?

The army was on its way...

As time passed and the commotion on the other side ceased, Edward, who had been exchanging fire with Liu Zhengde from dozens of meters away, could no longer hold back. "It should be over over there—Tiger, Ox, stop dawdling. After this fight, I'll let you settle your grievances however you want. Snake, you wanted Liu Tian, didn't you? He's behind us."

"Liu Tian is behind us?" Hearing the keywords, Snake, who was already suppressing five Fighters single-handedly, erupted with even greater power. Cracking sounds echoed throughout his body as his joints stretched and separated, his body length tripling despite his unchanged physique, becoming as terrifying as a true giant python.

Demonic Martial Arts · Kabul Giant Snake Fighting Technique · Highest Realm · Deep Dye!

This was Snake's ultimate trump card, the final result of combining Secret Martial Arts and Gene Modification. It was also proof that he had surpassed his senior brother, his master, and all inheritors, including the founder.

"Originally, weaklings like you, trash, were not worthy of seeing me in this state," Snake hissed, his forked tongue flicking out. His body pressed close to the ground, his aura surging, and a powerful killing intent, as tangible as a physical force, gripped everyone's throats. "But I'm in a hurry now, so be fortunate—to die by my hand, to die by these hands that have reached the highest realm of the Kabul Giant Snake Fighting Technique, surpassing even its founder."

"Monsters, monsters!" Never having imagined that martial arts could be practiced to such a level, the Fighters, who considered themselves to have reached the pinnacle of martial arts, instantly forgot that they were on a battlefield.

As a result, their fate was sealed in an instant.

Without any cruel delay for the onlookers, who were seeing this for the first time, to recover, a piercing explosion suddenly echoed through the air. Using a principle similar to a whip, Snake violently swung himself.

This was an attack that had reached supersonic speeds.

As if in an instant, all the Fighters within Snake's attack range were like they had faced an explosion. Their bodies were instantly shattered, and flying fragments of flesh and organs dispersed like mist, blood directly dyeing the air red.

Seven kills in one strike!

Not only the five who were originally attacking, but due to his increased size, Snake's attack range also expanded. Two Fighters who were fighting Tiger and Ox were also caught in the crossfire, instantly killed without any ability to resist.