Qian Jin stared blankly at the scene before him, exactly as described in the records. It was stated that only one Second Battle Body could ever be condensed; how was it that this uncle before him had just condensed one hundred of them in the time it took to yawn? It looked like he still had energy to spare, able to condense even more.

"This," Enlack said, shaking his right index finger with a faint smile, "is not a Second Battle Body. This is just my unique Martial Skill, Thousand Armies."

Thousand Armies? Qian Jin shuddered. If he could truly conjure a thousand such entities, he could establish an army! Still, this Martial Skill seemed somewhat impractical.

When two equally matched individuals fight, diverting strength to employ this technique meant weakening oneself to invite death. If the power disparity was too great, whether one used it or not was irrelevant.

Even in warfare, how could one powerful warrior whose strength was dispersed achieve more than one powerful warrior whose strength remained completely focused?

Qian Jin couldn't fathom the actual use of conjuring such a Martial Skill.

"Curious about the effectiveness of this useless, trash Martial Skill, are you?" Enlack’s knife-sharp eyes seemed capable of peering straight into the human heart. "Soon enough, you will know precisely what use it has."

As his words fell, the hundreds of warriors simultaneously let out a unified, roaring shout, the shockwave of sound seemingly intent on tearing the roof off. One hundred right feet stomped the ground in perfect unison, and Qian Jin distinctly felt the earth beneath him tremble, as if an earthquake had truly struck.

The killing intent solidified, transforming into tangible frost. Qian Jin’s eyes nearly played tricks on him: it wasn't one hundred warriors, but a thousand, ten thousand, Demon Martial Masters wielding blood-dripping sabers and spears!

Hundreds of warriors, all at the strength level of the Ninth Battle of Demon Slaying! Qian Jin sucked in a sharp breath—where did so many Battle Hearts come from?

Uncle Enlack sat serenely in a corner of the room, waved a hand at Qian Jin with the air of a mischievous young master, and shouted, "Go! Attack!"

The hundred warriors, each at the Ninth Battle of Demon Slaying level, instantly lunged like wolves and tigers from all directions. Their auras instantly enveloped the entire space, the sheer pressure allowing no time to contemplate the issue of these Battle Hearts.

Myriad Shadows!

Three weapons landed precisely where Qian Jin had just vanished: a saber, a spear, and a warhammer! The sturdy wooden floor, under the dual impact of Battle Qi and weaponry, instantly disintegrated into dust, without even a chance to vaporize, leaving only the sound of three heavy Martial Skill impacts resonating like war drums.

"Kid, borrow your Zhanmadao for a moment."

The Zhanmadao from Uncle Black's courtyard flew from Enlack’s large hand, slicing through the gaps between the warriors, its trajectory seeming more aggressive than merely delivering a weapon, and embedded itself directly in front of Qian Jin.

Weapon acquired! Qian Jin had no time for any counterattack as four weapons flew in from different directions. Worse still, an arrow shot from an arc high in the air also zipped toward him.

Such a short distance, yet the arrow took an arc? Qian Jin’s scalp tingled. He had no time for anything else; Myriad Shadows forcefully shifted again, moving directly to intercept the sixth incoming weapon that was cleaving down.

Myriad Shadows is not omnipotent! At least not when facing one hundred opponents of nearly equal strength. Myriad Shadows might evade the first wave, might evade the second, but it could not evade the third wave of weapons!

The spear, like a dragon piercing clouds and crossing mountains, whistled through the air with a piercing sound as it lunged straight in!

Qian Jin, maintaining high-speed movement with Myriad Shadows, didn't slow down but accelerated! In the midst of such a crowd, even a momentary stop would invite an endless barrage of weapons! This spear was never intended for a killing blow, but for entanglement!

Qian Jin’s pupils contracted. The difference between a human fighting a ferocious beast wasn't significant; there would always be some tasked with restraining and tying up the opponent, while others were tasked with the fatal attack, hidden away in the shadows.

Impact! Disrupting the spear's momentum before it could unleash its full power! Only then could an opening be created.

In a flash, Qian Jin’s mind instinctively cycled through various countermeasures. He dared not use his Zhanmadao to synthesize the Seventh Form of Blood Battle into the Eighth Form; while the resulting power burst was immense, the vulnerability afterward was too difficult to cover, better suited for one-on-one training.

Tactics for group combat? Qian Jin’s saber edge sliced across the spear shaft, feeling like a body sliding across ice, following that path, cutting toward the opponent’s hands.

Hiss! The spear opponent flicked their wrist, treating the spear in hand like a throwing knife, shooting it out, and retreating at high speed without hesitation.

An opening! Qian Jin spotted the opening left by the retreating opponent, took a step forward, and swept his Zhanmadao toward a saber coming from the right! The blade light was dazzling, forming a magnificent sheen, but with just a slight collision against the opposing saber, the enemy was already sent reeling backward.

Neither side is engaging head-on? A flicker of doubt crossed Qian Jin's mind as four sabers, emanating an aura of no return, pressed down from different directions like a crushing wave.

Raise the blade! Block! Five blades slammed into one another fiercely. The ear-splitting screech of metal colliding and Battle Qi tearing apart sounded like wailing ghosts and howling demons. Qian Jin felt the bones in both his arms were about to snap—the simultaneous attack from four opponents whose Battle Qi spun at over a hundred thousand revolutions per minute! That impact force!

Pfft! Without hesitation, Qian Jin felt a sweetness in his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the wooden floor beneath him shattered into powder, collapsing. Both feet sank nearly half a foot deep into the earth.

The tremendous force of the impact nearly wrenched his hands, tightly gripping the Zhanmadao, apart. Instinctively, Qian Jin suddenly loosened his grip on the Zhanmadao, and the blades, slicing through the air, unleashed a piercing whistle laced with a bitter scent of carnage.

Fast! Faster than any time previously—the Consecutive Slashes of the Gold Splitter! Qian Jin had never felt his control over the Consecutive Slashes reach such a depth and state! Even during the day, fighting the Gorilla Bloodline Warriors, he hadn't achieved this level.

Two warriors were too slow to recover and instinctively raised their hands to block, colliding directly with the Consecutive Slashes. The clashing Battle Qi sounded like iron rods scraping against metal panels, an ear-piercing shriek. A series of bone-breaking cracks exploded in succession. Those arms, seemingly as hard as rock, shattered under the blows of the Consecutive Slashes as easily as tofu.

Consecutive Slashes breaking the enemy! Qian Jin opened his five fingers, grabbed the Zhanmadao again, pulled his legs into a low stance, and swung the hilt, the blade’s edge forcing back several nearby opponents.

"Why bother with all that finesse? In a real battlefield engagement, would you fight like this? Abandon the superficial, go all out with the real blows."

Enlack snapped his fingers, and the demeanor of the hundred warriors shifted instantly. Qian Jin felt as if an impossibly massive block of iron had plummeted from the sky, smashing heavily onto his shoulders and back, forcibly pressing him into the dirt, unable to move!

One hundred opponents of equal combat strength, combined with the killing intent emanating from Enlack, had formed an almost substantial attack.

Blade! Sword! Spear! Hammer! Shield! Arrow!

Attacks came from every direction, utterly without reservation, truly sealing off every conceivable opening. Perhaps the true Myriad Shadows could still evade, still find a path out, but Qian Jin could not! The incomplete Myriad Shadows stood no chance of carving out such a passage.

The oppressive killing intent stimulated every cell in Qian Jin's body; his Battle Heart was already spinning at its limit. The Zhanmadao’s light suddenly retracted, as if absorbing all the ambient light into its edge, before erupting outward violently!

In an instant, Qian Jin’s body transformed into a high-speed train racing along tracks; he seemed about to fuse with the Zhanmadao, lunging forward with a piercing slash! Swords and blades collided, a cascade of metallic crashes sounding off. Four or five sabers, longswords, and spears fractured and flew into the sky. The bodies of the three warriors directly in front were simultaneously severed in half, their forms dissolving back into streams of Battle Qi that returned to Enlack’s body.

Advance! Advance! Since there was no retreat, no way out, then advance! Use the Zhanmadao in hand, use the courage and spirit in his heart, to carve out a bloody path—those who stand in the way shall die!

A long, long time ago, the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline Warriors had chosen to charge the enemy commander's flag when facing countless armies of the Demon Race.

A long, long time later, Qian Jin witnessed that scene of breaking through the formation for the first time in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea.

Now, facing the siege of a hundred powerful warriors, the situation was strikingly similar! No path for retreat existed—only battle remained.

This feeling was even more intense than when facing a single Gorilla Bloodline Warrior during the day! Because this environment felt so much like the scene projected on that day!

Facing a hundred warriors, Qian Jin felt like... no! He was a member of the breakthrough force! This place was the Demon Race army!

The (Assaulting Rush Slash) born from the unification of the Seven Forms of Blood Battle burst forth, carving out an opening. The Consecutive Slashes of the Gold Splitter connected perfectly, flowing into the Zhanmadao for the first time, unleashing a defiant roar against the weapons lunging in from all sides.

Martial Skill, momentum, spirit! They scaled to a peak intensity Qian Jin had never known! The edge of the Zhanmadao danced up and down within the crowd. Every collision tore away a shattered weapon.

With every impact, Qian Jin would unconsciously open his mouth and spit out mouthfuls of blood.

One! Two! Three! Four... Five... Eight... Ten... Twelve...

Qian Jin forgot this was an arena, forgot his opponents were constructs created by Enlack’s Martial Skill. Every moving object in his vision was an enemy!

Pfft pfft pfft pfft...

Six spears pierced Qian Jin's body from different angles. The savage force of the spear Qi twisted and tore, blood erupting outward like dragons and springs.

Clang...

The Zhanmadao fell weakly to the ground. The world before Qian Jin’s eyes began to warp, and soon faded into complete darkness.

Ah! Qian Jin groaned low and abruptly sat up in bed, instinctively raising a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. It was the pain, the sweat born from the body’s reflex to being impaled by spears.

It hurt! Qian Jin touched the area that had been pierced in the Endless World. Though his ribs hadn't truly broken, the pain inside his body was as if he had actually been pierced by spears.