Boom!!!
Su Bei stomped on the ground, his blood and Qi boiling like water throughout his body. White vapor burst from his pores and spread through the air. Like a vicious dragon breaking free from its cage, he attacked without hesitation!
His violent power seemed capable of shattering the air itself. The air pressure before his fist appeared to condense into a solid wall!
"Arrogant!"
Zhai Feng was both shocked and furious. He had never expected Su Bei to strike first while surrounded by all six of them!
Wasn't he afraid of my teammates?!
He raised his broadsword defensively, holding it horizontally in front of Su Bei's fist.
Clang!!
It was like the final hammer striking a great bell, sending out a long, resounding ring.
"Not good!"
The instant the fist collided with the blade, Zhai Feng's expression changed drastically!
It was an utterly irresistible force, as though an ancient giant were violently pounding the earth. The broadsword in his hands nearly flew from his grip under that immense power!
Bang!
The next moment, he staggered backward repeatedly, both hands going numb!
The long spear Su Bei had kept behind his back had somehow appeared in his hand. He closed in, his feet moving rapidly, and the spear surged forth like raging wind and crashing waves. With unstoppable momentum, it stabbed and swept again and again!
Zhai Feng truly deserved to be called an expert. Gritting his teeth, he swung his broadsword against the spear, driving his Minor Achievement Realm blade technique nearly to its limit. As his blood and Qi drained away, his savage blade traced mountains through the air—heavy, powerful, and immovable.
For a moment, sparks flew everywhere!
But after barely a single exchange, he was completely suppressed. He could only defend with all his strength, without even the slightest chance to retaliate.
He had no doubt that if he failed to do so, a bloody hole would appear in his body in an instant!
An inch longer, an inch stronger!
The king of all weapons had not earned its title for nothing.
"Come help me!"
The more Zhai Feng fought, the more alarmed he became. His steps retreated again and again as he shouted loudly!
He did not need to say it. The others joined the battle almost simultaneously, blades and swords flashing as Qi Force erupted toward Su Bei.
"Get back!"
Su Bei let out a thunderous roar. His steps were like the blazing sun—advancing without retreat. The Piercing Sun Spear Technique unfolded again and again. Long Rainbow, Skybreak, Wind-Splitting... Every strike seized the heart. Like flashing aurora, the spear blurred through the air until only afterimages remained, and even Su Bei himself seemed to vanish. Blood and Qi circulated endlessly through his body, inexhaustible and boundless!
At last, the Cloud-Sweeping stance of the Piercing Sun Spear Technique swept out horizontally!
Bang!
All the Qi Force shattered almost at once. A tremendous force crashed into them, sending everyone wildly stumbling backward, their faces filled with shock!
"How could he possibly be this strong?!"
"Is he even human? How can his blood and Qi be so abundant?!"
Su Bei pressed his advantage without mercy. His spear danced, his body moving like an ancient tribal war dance, or like a warrior capable of facing ten thousand enemies falling among sheep. Rainbow light flickered, and the spear seemed to leave no shadow behind!
Bang!
Zhai Feng's broadsword was sent flying with a single upward sweep. Su Bei struck sideways with the spear tip, and bones seemed to explode throughout Zhai Feng's body. It was as though he had been hit by a train. His body flew backward, and when he landed, his breathing was in chaos. He could no longer rise.
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, Su Bei crossed the distance in several leaps. His spear swept through the air, followed by a string of thudding impacts, and everyone else was sent flying as well, suffering injuries of varying severity.
The least injured was Wei Ting. Everyone else had blood spilling from their noses and mouths and had lost the ability to continue fighting.
Wei Ting stood there dumbfounded. The entire process had taken only a dozen breaths, yet all six of these highly ranked people had been defeated!
This was no harmless handsome guy. He was clearly a tyrannosaur wearing human skin!
Not just her—even the others wore ugly expressions, their eyes full of disbelief. They had always been confident, but this time, their defenses had truly been shattered.
"My apologies."
Su Bei spoke concisely. "But please stay away from this place, so no further conflict arises."
"I have a bad temper. If I still see your numbers on the receiver, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Once he finished speaking,
their expressions darkened further, and they nearly lost their tempers.
Less than a minute ago, they had said those exact same words to Su Bei.
Now, those words had been returned to them unchanged.
But circumstances were stronger than men. The group exchanged glances. Zhai Feng's face was incomparably grim as he opened his mouth. "We're all..."
Just then,
Su Bei swept his gaze around and indeed spotted Sun Zicheng desperately crawling away into the distance. Su Bei had given his old friend special attention earlier, so Sun Zicheng's injuries were nearly the worst among them all.
Whoosh!
Su Bei flicked his spear. It tore through the air and, in an instant, pierced straight through Sun Zicheng's thigh, pinning him firmly in place.
"Ahhh!!!"
"My leg! My leg!"
Sun Zicheng screamed like a pig being slaughtered. His face twisted with pain, tears spraying from his eyes as blood instantly dyed his entire thigh red.
As he struggled, the spear shaft tore through his flesh, intensifying the pain!
Su Bei walked over and stomped Sun Zicheng's head into the dirt. The enormous force nearly distorted his face completely. With his head buried in the ground, he could not make a sound, nor could he even breathe.
He could only struggle wildly, but Su Bei's leg seemed to bear the weight of ten thousand tons. No matter how he fought, he could not break free. The fear of death nearly consumed his mind, until he seemed to forget even the pain.
His hands kept digging frantically beside his head, trying to make an opening to breathe through.
Only after doing all this did Su Bei turn to look at Zhai Feng and ask pleasantly,
"Brother Zhai, what were you about to say?"
Zhai Feng looked at Sun Zicheng struggling madly and could not help shuddering. He hurriedly said, "I meant that we're all brothers participating in the Martial Artist Assessment. Since you intend to deal with the Mountain-Moving Lizard, of course we'll cooperate! We'll absolutely cooperate!"
What kind of murderous god had they provoked?!
Su Bei smiled. "That would be best."
As he spoke,
he lifted his foot and grabbed Sun Zicheng by the head.
Sun Zicheng was nearly delirious by then. He could clearly sense an overwhelmingly dense killing intent!
This man really wanted to kill me!
In an instant, he became utterly clear-headed, his eyes regaining focus as all the crisis-management theories he had learned flooded into his mind.
"Brother Bei, Brother Bei, I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now!"
"My father is the Third Hall Master. Killing me won't do you any good."
"But if you don't kill me, I'll never cause you trouble again. I can settle matters for you at the martial hall too. Any resources Zhang Feiyu can't mobilize, I can mobilize them all!"
"In this Martial Artist Assessment, obtaining Number 1 comes with an enormous opportunity. I have preparations in place. If you need them, I can mobilize those for you too!"
Under immense terror, Sun Zicheng's instinct to survive even made his words much more coherent.
Su Bei swept his eyes over the others, and the remaining people all felt a chill in their hearts.
His gaze was deep and calm, like an ancient beast ready to devour its prey, carrying a trace of deliberation.
They could practically imagine what he was thinking. He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons. If they had not been here, he likely would have killed Sun Zicheng without the slightest hesitation!
Squelch!
Su Bei threw Sun Zicheng down and pulled out the spear, dragging flesh out with it. Yet Sun Zicheng forcibly endured it without screaming, as though afraid of angering Su Bei.
That made Su Bei regard him a little more highly.
"I still look forward to you continuing to oppose me."
It would be best if there were more people like Wen Xiangwei, carrying precious artifacts, Su Bei thought.
There was indeed little benefit in killing him, but countless drawbacks.
The murder of one's son was an irreconcilable hatred. In madness, people could do anything. Unless necessary, Su Bei did not want to completely offend a legendary martial artist—especially in public.
That would practically mean a fight to the death.
With one kick, he sent Sun Zicheng flying toward Wei Ting. "Bandage him up. He's the son of the Third Hall Master of Wuji Martial Hall. If he dies here because you treated him improperly and the martial hall takes its anger out on you, don't say I didn't warn you."
Wei Ting had wanted to refuse upon hearing the first half, but after hearing the second, she quickly crouched down and began bandaging him.
Still, her cheeks puffed up in irritation. You injured him, and now you want me to clean up after you? You're even using him to threaten me. Is that something a human being would do?
Sun Zicheng quickly took out a potion and gulped it down. His complexion visibly became rosier, and even the bleeding from his thigh wound began to slow.
These second-generation disciples really did have plenty of good things on them.
Everyone slunk away in disgrace, disappearing from the receiver's detection range.
As for Sun Zicheng, perhaps Su Bei had beaten something wrong in his head, because even before leaving, he was still thinking about whether Su Bei needed the backup arrangements he had prepared.
It was almost like Stockholm syndrome.
"An opportunity?"
"No wonder."
Su Bei saw that many people's number plates were not particularly low, yet they had still risked their lives to target the Number 1 plate. So there was insider information behind it.
Su Bei looked into the distance at the giant beast lying before the cave entrance. He gripped the bow on his back and slowly drew it. His blood and Qi surged forth like a dam bursting, but once the bowstring reached a quarter draw, he could not pull it any farther.
Putting a mutant beast like the Mountain-Moving Lizard into the Martial Artist Assessment was admittedly a little beyond the standard.
But that was fine.
Because Su Bei's stats were above its.
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