"That golden figure—who exactly was he? He actually blocked bullets with his bare hands."
Although bullets like these couldn't pierce a Lord-level Monster's scales, human hands certainly didn't have the terrifying defenses of a Lord-level Monster.
A direct hit would punch clean through the hand of even a War God Level powerhouse.
"It's fine. Let's get into the city and hide. I've already contacted my family. Someone will come to rescue us soon," the blond young white man said, his voice trembling.
"Really?"
The two people beside him instantly brightened.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a roughly two-meter-long steel rebar pierced the middle-aged man's head and plunged straight into the concrete.
The terrifying force behind it made his head burst like a watermelon.
His body continued hurtling forward for dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.
"What are you running from?"
A voice as cold as bone-chilling frost rang out in the air behind them.
Li Qingxu stood proudly in midair, one hand clutching another steel rebar.
Wrapped in golden light, he shone brilliantly like the sun.
"He can fly! He really is a Beyond War God-level powerhouse!"
The blond young white martial artist's expression changed drastically.
At that moment, regret completely overwhelmed his mind.
If only he hadn't picked a fight with those people.
How could a monster like this have been hiding in there?
"Run—"
A middle-aged white martial artist stood beside him. He was about to shout for them to run when—
A steel rebar, whistling through the air, shot out through his open mouth.
"Bang!"
His head burst like a watermelon, too.
The sight of the two men beside him dying so horribly sent the young white martial artist into a breakdown.
"I... My uncle's a congressman. Please, spare me!"
The blond white martial artist fell trembling to his knees. He bowed his head and spoke in a shaking voice.
"Oh, a congressman? A Beyond War God-level powerhouse, then."
Hearing the voice soften, hope instantly shone in the kneeling young white martial artist's eyes.
He knew it. With his uncle's standing, he could surely talk things out.
So what if this man was a Beyond War God-level powerhouse? He'd still have to fear his uncle.
"Huh?"
The young white martial artist's lips moved as he let out a faint sound of surprise.
Why did it look like the world was spinning? Had someone come to save him?
But the final image his eyes captured was of the golden figure standing beside a headless body still kneeling on the ground.
"Those who kill will be killed."
Li Qingxu glanced at the head that had rolled off to one side and murmured.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a clear metallic ring rang out.
Li Qingxu stood where he was, holding a gleaming sword between two fingers.
Behind him, a middle-aged man in black combat gear thrust a sword at the back of his head.
Just then, a rumble came from far away—the sound of a sonic boom.
It was enough to show how terrifying this black-clad man was. He had already surpassed the speed of sound.
"Boom!"
The concrete beneath their feet sank at once, blasted into a crater more than ten meters wide by a terrifying force.
Yet no matter how hard the black-clad man wielding the sword pressed, Li Qingxu still held the blade firmly between his fingers.
The sword needed to move only a few more centimeters for its tip to reach the back of Li Qingxu's head.
But that final centimeter seemed restrained by a terrifying force, and the blade wouldn't budge at all.
Sensing something was wrong, the black-clad man suddenly struck out with a kick aimed between Li Qingxu's legs.
But Li Qingxu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He had already stepped aside.
His movements seemed to follow the natural way of the Dao, as smooth as flowing clouds and water, with Daoist rhythms swirling beneath his feet.
The black-clad man was already fast—like a bolt of lightning, swift to the extreme, leaving behind one after another afterimage.
The sword shadows from his blade looked like hundreds of swords attacking Li Qingxu all at once.
Even metal and stone would have shattered under that assault, let alone a human body of flesh and blood.
But Li Qingxu's expression stayed calm. His golden fists rained down like drops of rain, each one striking the sword with pinpoint accuracy.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The metallic clashes were accompanied by bursts of sparks.
"Killing Sword Twelve!"
The black-clad man let out a low shout. His sword seemed to transform into twelve real swords.
The sword shadows formed by the twelve blades looked like a cage, trapping Li Qingxu inside.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Facing an assault like a sword domain, Li Qingxu simply swung his golden fists, punching again and again.
The dense sword shadows twisted like an unstable space. Those golden fists were the source of the turmoil, unleashing a terrifying power that left onlookers aghast.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Twelve more punches followed. Nothing could stop those golden fists; they were harder than the sword. His own body was the strongest weapon of all.
After twelve strikes, the black-clad man's Killing Sword Twelve was completely shattered, and countless sword shadows quickly faded from the air.
"You!"
The black-clad man's eyes filled with terror.
He couldn't believe that the secret technique he was so proud of had been broken so easily.
His Killing Sword Twelve could seriously injure even a high-level Lord-level Monster!
"Boom!"
Li Qingxu's body gleamed like divine iron tempered a thousand times—indestructible.
His golden fist erupted with a mighty divine flame and smashed the sword to pieces.
"What?!"
The black-clad man—Wu Tutian, an Intermediate War God—couldn't hide his shock.
This was an SS-grade weapon he had bought from the War God Palace. In battles against Lord-level and Beast General-level Monsters, it had suffered virtually no damage.
Only when fighting SS-grade King-level Monsters would an SS-grade weapon sustain minor damage.
And only after enough battles, once the damage had accumulated to a certain degree, would it finally break.
Yet now, someone had shattered his SS-grade sword with nothing but a pair of bare fists!
"Run!"
That was the only thought in Wu Tutian's mind.
This wasn't an Elementary War God. He was more terrifying than a Lord-level Monster.
In an instant, he shot through the steel-and-concrete forest, moving at a speed beyond sound!
"Roar!"
"Awrooo!"
In an instant, the entire city erupted with the furious roars of Monsters, as if the world had fallen into chaos.
Countless low-level Monsters ran in all directions, shaking the ground beneath them.
The city was teeming with Monsters—at least a hundred thousand, possibly close to a million.
Among them were plenty of Elementary Lord-level Monsters. And faintly, it even seemed that an Intermediate Lord was roaring.
Wu Tutian's plan was simple: stir up all the Monsters in the city
With Monsters packed so densely throughout the city, they would at least slow his pursuer down.
This might trap him in a desperate situation too, but at least it gave him a sliver of hope.
That man was about as fast as he was. In open terrain, Wu Tutian would eventually be caught, and then he would be beaten to death.
Just thinking of the golden youth's terrifying strength made him shudder.
How could a human body of flesh and blood be harder than SS-grade metal?
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