Chapter 30: Berserk
"Roar!"
A powerful roar escaped from Lu Zhen's mouth, creating shockwaves that rippled through the air. This sudden outburst caught the attention of almost everyone within the bandit stronghold, causing the camp to become illuminated in a dazzling glow.
"Who are you? How dare you come to our Silver Viper hideout?" A man dashed forward like a cheetah, his voice dripping with arrogance, even though he didn't bother to look.
However, the moment his eyes fell upon the human-like monster, he was terrified. The creature's blood-red eyes emitted a terrifying killing intent that left him petrified. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and his body shivered as he gazed at the massive, red-eyed being before him with muscle only.
"Shit." At this moment he knew he fucked up.
As if on cue, the enormous monster in front of him sprung into action. Before he could even react, it appeared before him in almost instantaneous speed which could even leave a third stage martial artist in shame. A colossal black fist materialized, generating an intense air pressure that nearly immobilized him.
Realizing he couldn't dodge in time, his terror intensified, and a repugnant smell emanated from him. His fear reached an all-time high as his life flashed before his eyes, filling him with tears and snouts.
He managed to defend with his sword, but his sword, which was coated with qi and made with the finest material, was broken as easily as a rock hitting thin glass. It shattered due to the air pressure generated by the punch alone.
However, the momentum of the punch showed no sign of waning. With an almost deafening tearing sound, the massive fist collided with his head.
Upon impact, his head seemed to burst like an overfilled balloon, the excessive force causing his body to convulse in an explosion of gore.
Blood and his organs spilled the ground tainting the ground which was already filled with blood to have even more blood.
The other bandits soon arrived, including the 19 martial trainee bandits of now once 20 martial trainee stage bandits. However, they were unusually quiet, their eyes filled with horror as they watched their partner die right before their very eyes.
"Hmph, he must be tired, attack him," Li Wei said, attempting to maintain their morale.
However, nobody moved. After all, no one was stupid here.
Observing this, Li Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Those who can kill him will receive a million gold coins."
Hearing this, greed gleamed in the eyes of most ordinary bandits.
"He must be tired. Let's attack him together," a bandit suggested from within the crowd.
"With 1 million gold, I can finally become a martial trainee."
Upon hearing this, a burning passion ignited within everyone. The prospect of elevating themselves from their miserable lives filled them with hope.
Hope is a powerful emotion that often leads people to act irrationally, disregarding their logic and reasoning.
With that, they all lunged toward Lu Zhen like hounds toward meat, their eyes burning with greed. However, a few astute individuals hung back, silently watching their companions charge at Lu Zhen with smirks on their faces.
The saying "Men die for wealth!" holds true in every world.
"Why don't you go?" Li Wei retorted, his frown deepening as he observed the martial trainees refraining from action.
"Hmph, you think you can fool us, Li Wei," they sneered back.
"If you want to fight that monster, go ahead." A bandit pointed toward Lu Zhen, who was already surrounded by ordinary bandits.
"Hmph."
Li Wei didn't waste more words as he continued to watch the scene unfold.
The bandits attacked with knives, stones, dust—anything they could find—but their efforts had no effect on Lu Zhen. He effortlessly withstood all the hits without being harmed.
"No way that monster survived all our attacks."
Although nobody voiced it, the disbelief on their faces was plain to see.
Suddenly, Lu Zhen vanished from his spot.
"Where did that monster go now?" someone exclaimed, only to witness the world spinning around them.
"What's happening…" That was his last thought as his head fell to the ground, cleanly severed by a hand in a slashing position.
This time, Lu Zhen's movement was more elegant, his hand sweeping through the air like a saber. With grace, he mutilated numerous bandits in a single fluid swing of his hand.
Almost instinctively, his hand mimicked the motion of wielding a saber, executing a slashing movement as if he were wielding the weapon itself.
A small whirlwind materialized, engulfing approximately ten bandits in an instant. Their bodies were shredded into pieces, reduced to a gruesome mess of flesh.
Although the power of the whirlwind was not as potent as when he used an actual saber, it was still a technique that traditionally required a saber's motion. Yet now, in his berserk state, Lu Zhen could execute it using only his hands.
[Saber mastery has levelled up from level 3 to level 4.]
Chaos erupted in the crowd as, one by one, people started dying, their heads decapitated and their bodies mutilated.
The 19 martial trainee bandits wore frowns on their faces, while Li Wei grew increasingly nervous. "Why hasn't that bastard arrived yet?" he wondered, nervously awaiting the appearance of chen mo as he watched the massacre unfold.
Little did they know, their leader was facing an even worse situation as he struggled against Yu Bai's onslaught.
"How about we stop fighting and have a chat, fellow warrior?" Chen Mo suggested. Despite his words, his actions betrayed his intentions. He discreetly drew a pair of knives and threw them at Yu Bai.
Chen Mo's body was battered, his clothes in tatters, bearing the marks of blunt hits.
Yu Bai didn't engage in much conversation, instead delivering a full-strength punch at the assassin. His expression remained cold and resolute.
The knives were effortlessly deflected back at Chen Mo.
"What was that roar?" Yu Bai wondered with a hint of concern. Nevertheless, he refocused on the fight, understanding that he couldn't afford to be careless and let the bandit escape.
As a peak third-stage martial artist himself, Yu Bai was surprised. The intel they had received suggested the bandit leader was merely a third-stage martial artist, yet seeing his strength now, Yu Bai was certain he was a peak third-stage martial artist.
However he was the weakest peak third stage martial artist Yu bai has ever seen, he could absolutely destroy these guy unless he somehow escaped.
"I hope the young master is alright." Yu Bai thought, filled with concern. He had no choice but to concentrate on the battle at hand, facing the bandit leader head-on.
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