Divine Marksmanship! Chained Arrows! Bone as the bow, sinew as the string, the arm transformed into the arrow!

Archery! At this moment, the body imbued with Qian Jin truly unleashed a power never before seen. The two arms drew back and whipped out like a dense rain of arrows; streams of arrow-arms tore through the air, emitting harsh, piercing whistles—a sharp cry, like the wailing of rumored spirits.

For an instant, everyone felt as if they were plunged onto a human-demon battlefield, facing a sky filled with a deadly downpour of arrows. Thousands upon thousands of shafts, amplified by the mages' magic, shot out everywhere with terrifying penetrative force.

The moment Qian Jin materialized a bow from bone, used his tendons as a string, and turned his fists and arms into attacking arrows, the expressions of the gathered spectators varied wildly.

“What is this?” The Barbarian Prince, Falak, frowned, gazing at Qian Jin. This ordinary warrior was actually this formidable? What kind of Dou Ji was this? How come there was no record of such a technique in the entire Barbarian nation? Had the Zhen Ce Dynasty truly developed a new, powerful Dou Ji? This aura… it could be considered a Saint-level Dou Ji!

A Saint-level Dou Ji? Damn the Zhen Ce Dynasty, developing yet another Saint-level Dou Ji? Falak instinctively crouched, preparing a sneak attack, but he felt a sharp glare cast his way—it was the gaze of the Bandit King, Ba Huang Wu Sheng.

Merely a single look! Falak crossed his arms defensively over his chest, immediately activating his Behemoth Bloodline Battle Form and rapidly retreating.

Puff! Falak spat a mouthful of blood mid-air, landing right beside Gomez. He snatched the still-unconscious but not yet dead Gomez, turned, and retreated while laughing loudly, “Bandit King, I, Falak, will remember your hospitality today! Another day…”

“Another day?” Ba Huang Wu Sheng casually swept out a palm strike: Black Moon Slash. “There will be no other day.”

The Black Moon Slash hurtled forward. Falak, airborne and unable to evade, thrust his unconscious brother, Gomez, forward to intercept.

Chii! The Black Moon Slash instantly cleaved Gomez in two. Blood sprayed into the air. Falak used the momentary obstruction to brace himself with both hands across his chest!

The overwhelming force acted like a booster, blasting him backward at high speed. Simultaneously! The metal vambraces on Falak’s arms flared with blinding light, shattering the Black Moon Slash completely.

In the blink of an eye, Falak had retreated several hundred meters, and the pair of metal armguards had utterly disintegrated in the air.

“To react in time and withstand my palm strike without dying, you are qualified enough to live to see me again.”

Ba Huang Wu Sheng smiled faintly, ignoring the fleeing Falak. He merely remarked, “The Barbarians do have geniuses. This brat should develop well in the future. That strike just now was a gift, meant to help him better comprehend what a true powerhouse is.”

The dull-witted Zhen Ce sneered beside him. Was he not capturing Falak to avoid disrupting his viewing of Qian Jin’s fight?

Chained Arrows! This technique had always been a mass-slaughter skill on the battlefield, but it was unleashed through bows and arrows. Extreme high-speed execution depended entirely on speed—faster, faster, faster! Of course, the power behind each arrow was equally critical; the arrows couldn't afford to grow weaker.

Qian Jin used his body as the bow and his arms as the arrows. The close-quarters power unleashed purely by hand was suddenly explosive, even more terrifying than the archers of the Yi Yu family on the battlefield!

In the span of a breath! Qian Jin’s fists and elbows morphed into countless arrow-shadows. His intensely concentrated fists struck one after another against the incoming fists and kicks of the other bandits. Thunderous crashes erupted continuously; the ground didn't just tremble, it shook. Dust flew up everywhere, and the surroundings were pitted with holes, as if bombarded by artillery fire.

In an instant, every bandit who had rushed forward was violently thrown back.

The onlookers hadn't even managed to cheer or express amazement when a dark shadow launched a ferocious assault as everyone was recoiling!

The Demon Bloodline Martial Artist of the Beiliya Demon Race! Beng Wuzui!

Beng Wuzui had been holding back while everyone else attacked. As a veteran Bloodline Martial Artist forged through countless battles, he understood one thing perfectly! No matter how powerful a warrior, after unleashing one burst of power, there would be a peak in their momentum, followed by a brief period of descent!

Endure! He must wait until that moment to strike! For the lazy Beiliya Demon Warrior, Beng Wuzui, enduring was the simplest task.

The moment Qian Jin activated Chained Arrows, Beng Wuzui knew his opportunity had arrived! If the crowd still couldn't take down Qian Jin, then Qian Jin’s momentum would reach its absolute peak—that would be his moment to strike!

It had arrived! Beng Wuzui saw the crowd being repelled, and the Bloodline Battle Form he had been ready to unleash suddenly burst forth completely: Golden Battle Heart! Demon-Slaying Nine Wars!

A Demon Bloodline Martial Artist! One of the Ten Great Bloodline Martial Artists of the Demon Race! Beng Wuzui’s body transformed into a massive, black silhouette. His five fingers resembled savage claws, each nail sharper than a blade!

Trying to pick up scraps? Several veins on Qian Jin’s shoulder bulged again, and the Raging Lotus Dou Ji beneath his feet erupted fiercely! Countless dust particles formed a giant lotus flower shape ten meters in diameter. Every step he took bloomed a lotus underfoot!

Lotus blooms everywhere! This was the advanced movement method of the Raging Lotus Dou Ji, capable of stacking the power of each step, ultimately erupting with several times the explosive force!

Ba Huang Wu Sheng smiled. From the start of the battle until now, the young man had finally moved! Before, when so many people attacked simultaneously, he had acted like a legendary Great Demon King, allowing the onslaught without moving.

Now, he moved! Ba Huang Wu Sheng smiled genuinely happily. This fool Beng Wuzui was about to suffer. Was there any room for sneak attacks on a true battlefield? Did you think you found an easy opening? In reality, you are the one who will suffer! Your ambush ignited Qian Jin’s fighting spirit!

On this battlefield, almost everyone had a peak for their momentum, but where exactly that peak lay was something no one could truly predict! Not even the Pan Family’s Eye of Revelation dared to make such a forecast.

Rumble!

Beng Wuzui’s aura was instantly disrupted. His eyes were filled with blooming lotuses and the endless rain of arrows!

In that split second, Beng Wuzui had the illusion that he was no longer facing an archer restricted to shooting arrows from behind a shield, but a mounted archer unit capable of galloping across the field, shooting arrows from afar and drawing blades for close combat!

Just one person! Yet he manifested the momentum of a hundred charging horses! An unstoppable torrent swept forward from the front!

What was this? Beng Wuzui’s aura weakened slightly, and attempting to rebuild it became difficult. In haste, he quickly raised his hands to block the storm-like assault.

Bang bang bang bang…

Fists and palms met densely in an instant. After nearly a hundred impacts, Beng Wuzui’s body was thrown backward like a torn sack. His Bloodline Battle Form had dissolved at some unknown point. He flew back a full hundred meters before landing, rolling another twenty meters before finally ceasing his backward slide.

“You…”

Beng Wuzui braced himself on his hands, trying to rise, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Qian Jin in shock. Where had this warrior come from? So strong? Whether he used the explosive sequence or desperately counter-attacked, this person seemed to know nothing of dodging or retreating.

Advance, advance, advance! Unstoppable forward momentum! That seemed to be this warrior’s only rhythm! And that rhythm was truly terrifying! Beng Wuzui clearly understood that if this young man hadn't held back, he would already be a smear of flesh.

Qian Jin defeated Beng Wuzui in one blow and stood proudly, looking at the bandits who had been repelled and had previously intended to rush forward again.

Retreat! Everyone whose gaze swept over by Qian Jin immediately retreated backward at high speed! A truly invincible aura was firmly established the moment Qian Jin knocked Beng Wuzui back.

A senior? Even if one had attained great strength in the past? Before these pair of fists, there was only defeat! To kneel on the ground and gaze up at the might unleashed by these fists!

Ba Huang Wu Sheng laughed. Interesting! Truly interesting! This Beng Wuzui, who specialized in sneaky ambushes, was as fragile as tofu before Qian Jin, failing to even get a chance to truly exert his power before being crushed.

Didn't exert his power? Ba Huang Wu Sheng laughed. It wasn't that Beng Wuzui didn't want to exert his power; it was that in front of Qian Jin, he simply didn't have the opportunity. Not even a chance... The gap between them was now starkly clear.

“How was it?”

Qian Jin looked at Ba Huang Wu Sheng. Utilizing the special advantage of his three Battle Hearts, he had successfully achieved an over-level fight, and moreover, won a battle of one against many!

Endless World! Endless World! Qian Jin looked at Ba Huang Wu Sheng, but his mind was filled with Uncle Enrak of the Endless World. If not for Uncle Enrak’s repeated feats of taking on many alone, this battle would likely not have concluded so easily.

People fighting always have habits. If one is accustomed to fighting one-on-one, they might not even utilize fifty percent of their power when facing a crowd. Qian Jin had fought too many battles against monsters and against Enrak, whether one-on-one, one-on-two, or one against a crowd.

He was long accustomed to various fighting numbers and even various combat environments—be it heavy rain, drought, or muddy swamps. The West Mountain of the Endless World had provided too much training, making him a nearly all-around warrior.

“Of value,” Ba Huang Wu Sheng lightly applauded. “Perhaps, below the current level of Demon-Slaying Warriors, you are truly the number one. Although, I don’t know how you managed to erupt with such extreme rotational speed while your body could still sustain it. But that is your business; it has nothing to do with me.”

Qian Jin’s eyes flickered towards Hua Yan Bu Jian, but he saw Gomez cleaved in half, and a shock ran through him.

Severely wounding Gomez with one strike was completely different from killing him.

The former merely caused the Barbarians a bit of lost face; the latter… this was a deadly feud! A true, irreconcilable enmity! Even the Zhen Ce Dynasty and the Lucifer Dynasty, the two greatest powers today, while capable of killing each other’s princes without reservation, would not easily kill a Barbarian Prince.

Yet, the Bandit King of the Outer Regions, Ba Huang Wu Sheng, had killed Gomez? As easily as crushing an ant, he had done it, showing not a shred of concern.

The blade had long since left Hua Yan Bu Jian’s throat.