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The Superman state lasts for three more minutes. Once it's deactivated, these few Blood-Tooth Tigers, given their physique, could tear him apart instantly!
"Squeak! Squeak!" A swarm of insects surged in from all sides, spewing green venom, while others prepared to jab at Ye Chen's toes with barbed, highly toxic stingers.
Ye Chen paid the insects no mind, his gaze fixed on the blood-red battle saber that lay not far away. He moved in a flash, rushing toward it like a hurricane.
Along his path, many approaching insects were violently knocked aside. Relying on his iron feet, he forcibly trampled a path, crushing countless bugs until their intestines spilled out and their brains exploded in showers of gore.
Under the Superman state, his physical strength reached level 600. The membrane on Ye Chen's soles was impervious even to bullets; crushing these insects was simple.
Whoosh! Ye Chen arrived before the blood-red battle saber like a whirlwind, then halted abruptly.
His long black hair whipped around him as he reached out and grasped the saber, drawing it out inch by painstaking inch. Infinite killing intent shrouded his body, as if all the accumulated resentment from his previous life erupted in that single moment!
Kill! Ye Chen raised his head—his eyes were crimson and savage!
"Nirvana Blade Technique!" Ye Chen's gaze turned utterly cold, devoid of all emotion. He slowly raised the massive blood-red blade in his hands, lifting it high above his head, his aura constantly surging upward.
Aura, as defined in the dictionary, is: the visible power or influence displayed by a person or object. Yet, though Ye Chen stood motionless, the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, the fissures spreading outwards, as if an immensely profound force was about to burst forth from the soles of his feet.
In his previous life, this was Ye Chen's signature skill—a combat secret technique acquired by chance during an accidental intrusion into an ancient martial arts ruin, far surpassing current human fighting methods. For example, the Xing Yi Quan, Bagua Palm, and Tai Chi Sword, even when cultivated to their highest realms, were only classified as Upper-Tier Marshal Rank in the ruins.
However, this Nirvana Blade Technique transcended the Marshal Rank, reaching the "Half-Emperor" level! Cultivating a combat secret technique of Marshal Rank typically required several years, or even more than a decade of diligent effort, before one could possibly reach the apex, the pinnacle realm!
Take Tai Chi, for instance. Since Zhang Sanfeng founded the lineage at Wudang, no descendant has ever cultivated it to such a perfect degree; it is now often merely practiced as morning exercise.
Yet, this set of movements contains profound concepts and principles of Chinese Taoism, meaning the resulting technique is not merely for physical conditioning. Imagine: if an ordinary person can strengthen their body through casual practice, how incredibly powerful would they become upon reaching mastery?
They could use a mere fraction of their strength to deflect an opponent's full force, one palm strike capable of felling a fierce bull! And what terrifying destructive power would such a technique unleash if wielded by someone at Level 10, or even Level 100?
The cultivation of combat secret techniques is divided into four stages: Entry, Proficient, Masterful, Perfect! "Entry" signifies the apprentice level, where one can only execute the basic patterns and routines of the technique.
"Proficient" implies familiarity, equivalent to a disciple level. "Masterful" means achieving a certain degree of comprehension, allowing one to simplify complexity into simplicity; those who reach this level are Grandmasters!
"Perfect" is the true pinnacle, where cultivation is brought to its zenith, achieved through complete natural integration! After obtaining the Nirvana Blade Technique, Ye Chen studied it meticulously, practicing relentlessly against monsters day and night, subsisting on whatever meager sustenance he could find.
It took years of painstaking effort just to reach the "Masterful" degree; he was just one step shy of "Great Completion," yet this final step proved the most difficult to cross! Martial arts are like principles: if you haven't grasped it, you haven't grasped it; once you understand, you understand.
Silence! Ye Chen’s heart became utterly empty.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the entire world went dark. No eyes...
No ears... No nose...
Only a faint breeze brushing over his body. Ye Chen entered the necessary state of mind for executing the Nirvana Blade Technique, forgetting everything, standing there like an unyielding stone.
A vast wave of killing intent surged from the distance, like ten thousand stampeding horses, sending tremors of dread through the air—it was the ferocity of the insect horde! Whoosh!
A chilling, piercing killing intent suddenly materialized ten yards ahead and rushed toward him at a terrifying speed. If Ye Chen had opened his eyes then, even with the vision afforded by his Level 30 physique, he would absolutely not have seen the Blood-Tooth Tiger charging at him.
But by entering the state of absolute clarity, Ye Chen could feel an intense crisis transmitting from the front, causing the hairs on his entire body to stand on end, like someone seeing a long-haired ghost standing behind them in a mirror! This was an indescribable state, something science could not explain, much like science cannot explain the existence of 'ghosts.' Ye Chen’s eyes snapped open abruptly.
Two sharp rays of light flashed past as his body moved in an instant. The earth beneath his feet instantly fractured, dirt flying upwards as he shot forward, swift as lightning.
The blood-red battle saber in his hand began to move in an utterly strange trajectory. There were no flashy maneuvers, only a single strike!
Simple, utterly plain, one cut—yet it shone so brilliantly that it was impossible to look at, dimming even the scorching midday sun... Before the blade even made contact, a small incision appeared on a patch of the Blood-Tooth Tiger's skin.
This was caused by the razor-sharp airflow generated as the blood-red battle saber sliced through the air at high velocity. This airflow was so keen that it could sever steel if the object were merely iron!
Slash! The blade cleaved downward.
The Blood-Tooth Tiger shifted its body, attempting to evade, but the saber in Ye Chen's hand seemed to possess eyes. As it moved a few meters, Ye Chen followed, the tip of the blade always locked onto its heart.
All of this transpired in a flash of light and movement, faster than the eye could track. The Blood-Tooth Tiger did not manage to leap clear before the blade pierced its heart.
Ye Chen swiftly retracted the weapon, not sparing it a second glance. Guided by his sense of killing intent, he charged toward the next Blood-Tooth Tiger!
Killing intent, to an ordinary person, appears ethereal and intangible, yet it exists palpably, much like aura. However, aura carries authority, while killing intent is icy cold!
Facing a boss, an ordinary employee feels pressure—this is the boss's aura being too strong, their authority too great. Conversely, an assassin who habitually walks the edge of death carries the killing aura of death itself.
A mere glance from such a person can cause ordinary folks to break out in a cold sweat, feeling as if their very lives are no longer under their own control. "K'wo!" A Blood-Tooth Tiger roared in fury upon seeing two of its companions fall, "Beit-wei Jin Lei, go handle it!" Splat!
As soon as it finished roaring, an arc of blade light, reminiscent of a grim reaper's smile, swept across its neck. The beast's towering body, sprayed with blood jets soaring ten meters high, stiffened slightly.
It belatedly raised a claw, attempting to clutch its throat in pain, but with its blood vessels severed, even its mighty vitality waned. With a thud, it collapsed onto the ground.
Ye Chen’s figure descended. After a brief scan, he fixed his gaze on the last Blood-Tooth Tiger nearby.
This one had stopped moving, not engaging in high-speed pursuit. Seeing Ye Chen dispatch its companions in the blink of an eye, the ferocity in its eyes drained away like receding water, leaving only a terrified shriek as it turned and fled.
Ye Chen’s eyes turned cold. He surged forward, even faster than the fleeing tiger.
He slid beneath it, cutting off its path, then leaped up and brought his blade down. The blood-red battle saber tore through the air, slashing across the Blood-Tooth Tiger's left cheek, easily cutting through its hide, which was impervious to bullets.
Blood immediately streamed out, making its appearance even more hideous. "Don't Shay-wo!" the Blood-Tooth Tiger shrieked, immediately turning to flee.
At its level, it possessed human-level intelligence. Seeing how easily Ye Chen killed its comrades, it instantly recognized the danger and dared not linger in battle.
Just as Ye Chen prepared to give chase, his foot only just lifting, he heard cries of agony erupt from within the insect swarm. He glanced back and saw the Blood-Tooth Tigers controlled by Xiao Hei completely surrounded by the mass of insect monsters.
They roared repeatedly, but their strength was gradually being drained, feeling the helplessness of sinking into a swamp. Ye Chen frowned, glancing at the tiger that was escaping into the distance.
After a hesitation of less than 0.1 seconds, he decisively abandoned the pursuit, spun around, and charged back into the insect sea. His figure was like a whirlwind; countless insects were trampled to death.
The three-meter-long, twenty-centimeter-wide blood-red battle saber swung, striking down or batting away any bug that tried to approach or pounce! "One minute!" Ye Chen internally counted down.
With a press of his finger, he retracted the blood-red battle saber, which transformed into a runic ring on his finger. He then rushed toward the nearby jumble of cars, leaped up, and kicked one.
Like kicking a soccer ball, he sent an SUV Hummer crashing, the vehicle rocketing into the insect swarm like a cannonball. As it moved, it pushed countless insects seven or eight yards away, crushing them underfoot.
Ye Chen didn't stop. He walked up to another car and delivered a powerful push with his palm.
This vehicle shot out, acting like a bulldozer, crushing another large cluster of monsters and shoving them seven or eight yards away, piling them into a small insect mound. Ye Chen’s figure dissolved into a gust of wind, moving too fast to be seen.
He hurled one car every second for seven or eight consecutive vehicles before stopping; all the cars nearby had been used. Ye Chen looked at the last car, a flicker of coldness in his eyes.
Grasping the windshield frame with one hand, he hoisted the Mercedes up and threw it toward the Hummer farther away. CRASH!
The Mercedes slammed into the Hummer like a missile. The immense force propelled the Hummer another four or five yards.
Both vehicles were completely deformed, tangled together like scrap metal. Oil leaked out, gasoline spilling as the two cars collided and were pushed several yards, generating sparks from the high-speed friction.
BOOM!! A loud explosion echoed.