I only managed about ten chapters yesterday, finally falling asleep around 2 PM on the 19th, only to wake up at 2 AM. Ugh. This is today's update for the 19th. I’ll try to get my ticket later, and I’m aiming to write today’s (the 20th’s) update on the train. I’ll try to catch up on the schedule. …… As that roar faded, a set of footsteps strode in from the side, aggressive and charged. Leading them was a burly man, tall and thickly muscled, his two-meter frame radiating immediate intimidation.

Following him were seven or eight others of varying builds. Among them were two women, reasonably attractive, with delicate, pointed faces, exuding a captivating allure.

The burly man saw Ye Chen and his group hadn't stopped, and a surge of anger rushed up his chest. He quickly closed the distance and planted himself in front of Ye Chen and his companions. His eyes, sharp as a starved eagle’s, glared menacingly at Ye Chen. "You’re the newcomer they call Ye Chen? You’ve got some nerve, daring to swagger around the Primordial Spirit Tower like this. Do you think no one here can put you in your place?!"

Ye Chen paused, raised his eyes for a brief glance, then turned his head to Bai Long beside him. "What is all this gibberish he’s spouting?"

If the burly man understood Chinese, he likely would have stumbled and fallen over. Bai Long gave a wry smile and translated. Ye Chen nodded slightly and told Bai Long, "Tell him to clear the path; we’re in a hurry."

Bai Long, having established himself as an external official, felt quite smug. He turned to the burly man and spoke in fluent Russian, "My boss says you should stop blocking the way. We’re busy and don’t have time to mess around with you." His tone was incredibly arrogant.

The burly man froze for a moment, then exploded into rage, his hands trembling slightly with fury. "A bunch of newcomers, you’re looking to die!" With that, he threw a punch aimed squarely at Ye Chen’s head.

Ye Chen’s brow furrowed slightly. He simply raised a hand and easily clamped down on the burly man’s fist. All of the man’s brute force was spent against him, futile as a mayfly trying to shake a mountain.

The seven or eight men behind the burly figure watched as Ye Chen’s body didn't even shift as he casually caught the punch, and they couldn't help but pause in surprise.

It was important to remember that in the Samsara World, everyone’s physique was the same; no amount of points could enhance one's body. Therefore, strength here was determined by numbers! A group like the burly man’s could easily bully solitary inheritors.

But facing Ye Chen, who had awakened to be a New Human, mere numbers were trash!

Bang!

Ye Chen’s eyes were indifferent. He pulled his hand, swung out a leg, and kicked the burly man in the abdomen. The movement was blindingly fast; by the time the others could register what happened, the man was already tumbling backward, crashing to the ground.

In the Primordial Spirit Tower, brawling was permitted, but firearms and other heat weapons were forbidden; only blades and clubs were allowed. If someone was killed here, they wouldn't truly die; their consciousness would simply respawn at the Tower’s center. However, if one encountered a truly ruthless character who ambushed them at the center, they could be killed repeatedly upon revival, leading to a fate worse than death.

The seven or eight figures behind the burly man stared, mouths agape, at how swiftly their leader had been taken down, forgetting to help him up.

Ye Chen glanced at the groaning figure on the ground—the force of that kick was enough to rupture his intestines. Without lingering, he continued walking forward.

The seven or eight men exchanged glances, watching Ye Chen’s group with palpable apprehension. One man’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he stared hard at Ye Chen, gritting his teeth. "Screw it, let’s all go at once!" He muttered, pulling a knife from his back—a weapon purchased from the System’s main god.

The others hesitated briefly, then hardened their resolve, pulling out their own weapons—some long spears, others spiked maces—and surged forward with low growls.

Ye Chen frowned, a cold glint appearing in his eyes. He faced the two men rushing toward him, shifted his body, and shot out his hands like eagle claws, seizing the wrists of both men. With a slight twist, he dislocated their joints, then yanked, snatching the battle blade from one man’s grasp.

Slash!

He swung the blade casually!

The man who lost his weapon had his skull cleaved open by the strike, blood and tissue splattering across the face of a woman charging up behind him—a horrifying sight. No word was exchanged, yet blood stained the pavement!

Passersby witnessing the brawl stopped to watch. When they recognized the burly man’s group, looks of surprise spread across their faces. Someone exclaimed in astonishment, "Who’s got the guts to fight the Blue Mountain Guild members here?"

"Probably tired of living."

"Wait, isn't that 'Savage Bull'? I heard he ate some kind of herb in a mission world that boosted his physique, giving him the strength of three men. Why is he lying on the ground groaning?"

After cutting down one opponent, Ye Chen’s eyes burned with killing intent. Holding the blade in one hand, he stalked toward the remaining seven men and women, standing in the middle of the street. With every step he took, his aura surged, seeming to eclipse the very sky above him.

The seven men felt an icy chill emanating from Ye Chen’s dark eyes, but remembering they could resurrect after death, their fear vanished. They grinned viciously and charged.

Ye Chen’s gaze was frigid. Facing a large man wielding a mace, he didn't evade as the spiked weapon swung down toward his head. Ye Chen’s steps didn't falter; he swept his battle blade upward in a sudden arc, aiming for the mace.

Clang!

The mace was deflected! The massive shock numbed the large man’s hands, nearly forcing him to drop the weapon. A look of horror flashed in his eyes, immediately followed by a sharp chill in his legs. Then, excruciating tearing pain flooded his body as his two legs were severed by the blade. His upper torso slumped onto the ground.

Blood quickly stained the pavement red.

Ye Chen stepped onto the fallen man’s body as if ascending stairs, blade in hand, advancing toward the six remaining men and women. The maimed man roared in anger, raising his hands to strike at Ye Chen’s leg.

Thwack!

A flash of steel, and both hands were severed. The man screamed like a slaughtered pig, writhing on the ground in agony.

All the onlookers were stunned. Soon, some recognized Ye Chen, drawing gasps of shock, followed by looks of dawning realization.

Bai Long and the others followed closely behind Ye Chen, their expressions detached. As they passed the maimed man, none showed mercy, stepping on his chest and face as they walked over him, trampling life underfoot like a pack of demons from hell!

"Damn it!" A youth roared, thrusting a long spear toward Ye Chen’s chest.

Ye Chen smoothly parried the spear with a swing of his blade, then swept upward, tearing open the youth’s tunic and leaving a bloody gash across his chest.

Whoosh!

A curly-haired woman suddenly lunged, stabbing straight for Ye Chen’s waist.

Ye Chen shot her a cold glance. His hand, not holding the blade, shot out with a sharp smack that swelled half her face, leaving a bright red palm print. Her teeth knocked loose, her head ringing violently, leaving her momentarily dazed.

The crowd gaped, surprised by Ye Chen’s utter lack of gentlemanly conduct.

Thwack! Thud! Crash!

Within a few breaths, the six men and women had fallen under Ye Chen’s blade. His black hair streamed out as he stood, eyes icy, his coarse tunic dotted with flecks of blood. He stepped over the whimpering, convulsing bodies lying on the ground, heading into the distance. The soles of his boots were smeared with blood, leaving behind horrifying, crimson footprints!

The people watching ahead instinctively parted as Ye Chen’s group of six approached, unwilling to provoke them. Their eyes held a hidden wariness, not just due to Ye Chen’s martial prowess, but his brutal methods.

After all, if these seven or eight men were killed, they would resurrect whole and sound at the revival point in the Primordial Spirit Tower. But being crippled meant no revival, only suffering the torment of their injuries.

Not long after Ye Chen’s group walked away, surprised exclamations echoed from the distance. Everyone turned to see a grim-faced youth, clad in strange white and blue attire, leading about ten people, charging directly toward them.

"Look, isn't that 'Blood Dragon' from the Blue Mountain Guild?"

"Why is he here too?"

"It shouldn't take him to come out for someone with a 1000-point bounty, should it?"

"Someone probably tattled on them."

The grim youth’s real name wasn't 'Blood Dragon,' but most people didn't know his name, so they adopted a title. He walked swiftly, his eyes widening briefly in surprise as he saw the mangled bodies—the severed limbs, the wretches writhing in pain—of the burly man and his group. His expression immediately turned cold. "Vicious moves! Very good!"

Slash!

With that, he suddenly moved, swinging a battle halberd without hesitation to cut down the burly man and the others, ending their torment mercifully.

Then, the grim youth fixed his murderous gaze on Ye Chen and his group at the end of the street and charged forward, halberd in hand.

"Someone’s coming after us," Bai Long called out, glancing back in alarm.

Ye Chen looked over and saw the grim youth charging forward at high speed. He frowned, instantly recognizing that this man’s physique was far stronger than an ordinary person's—at least at the level of ten men’s strength!

"You all stand aside," Ye Chen commanded deeply. He then stepped forward, battle blade in hand, facing the charging youth. His silhouette stood firm, like a great boulder.

Swish!

The grim youth rushed in without speaking, gripping his halberd and thrusting it toward Ye Chen’s head. Ye Chen remained calm, bending his body to evade the spear thrust. He then stretched his bladed hand backward, blocking the halberd exactly as it swept down.

Bang!

Suddenly, the blade in his hand felt light. Ye Chen was momentarily startled. He dodged sideways just as the halberd fell, only to realize the battle blade in his hand had snapped clean in half.

"The Dragon Might Halberd is so sharp!"

"Incredible! It truly lives up to its reputation as a 2000-point weapon!"

"The Blue Feather set he’s wearing is even more expensive, costing 3000 points! If he hadn't bought that, his points would have been enough to enter the fourth floor."

The surrounding crowd couldn't help but marvel.

Ye Chen glanced at the halberd in the grim youth’s hand, nodded slightly, and casually tossed the broken handle aside. His body shot forward like a cannonball, instantly closing the distance to the grim youth. As the youth paused in surprise, Ye Chen drove a punch into his chest while simultaneously grabbing the shaft of the halberd with his other hand, yanking it hard to disarm him.

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