The people behind Left Hand of God froze upon hearing his furious roar, then, without a second thought, yielded to the long-accumulated majesty of Left Hand of God, instinctively gripping their weapons and charging toward Ye Chen.
"Let me end you, insignificant mortal!"
Mishura, the Undying Swordsman, was the first to rush forward, his figure fleeting. The ashen-black longsword in his hand shimmered with an icy sheen, hurtling toward its target. With an expression of haughty arrogance, he swung his sword down upon Ye Chen.
Whoosh!
The ashen-black longsword suddenly erupted into thousands of threads of sword light, resembling a black lotus blooming, enveloping Ye Chen entirely.
The moment the sword light sounded, gasps echoed from the surroundings.
"Black Devil Strangling! That is the signature technique of Mishura, the Undying Swordsman!"
"I heard it originates from the combat secrets of the Ancient Martial Civilization!"
"Incredible, such a mesmerizing sword technique, it captivates the soul..."
As these exclamations rose, Ye Chen, now shrouded by the black lotus sword light, slowly raised his head. His eyes were frigid, utterly ignoring the myriad streams of light. He clenched his fist and punched directly toward the center of the black lotus!
Bang!
The sky full of sword light dissipated, immediately followed by the sharp sound of metal fracturing. Mishura’s ashen-black longsword instantly snapped in two. The blade fell to the ground with a clear, resounding clank that echoed throughout the entire scene.
Those who had been expressing awe moments before suddenly felt as if their throats had been seized. Their eyeballs nearly bulged as they stared, mouths agape, at the broken black sword in utter disbelief!
The Black Devil Strangling, a technique that had slain countless people, was broken so effortlessly?
For Ye Chen, this was no surprise. A mere combat secret of the Soldier-rank Mid-tier—with his vast combat experience from his previous life and extensive knowledge, he spotted the fatal flaw in the sword move instantly. Consequently, one punch shattered it. Furthermore, the fiery gauntlet on his hand was extremely durable, and paired with his immense strength, breaking this Black Gold War Sword was trivial!
Bang!
To Mishura’s utter astonishment, Ye Chen’s fist slammed accurately into his chest. A sudden burst of flames erupted from the gauntlet, trailing scorching heat, engulfing Mishura entirely, turning him into a ball of fire before he was blasted backward, crashing heavily onto the ground!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time others recovered their senses, they saw the Undying Swordsman, Mishura, screaming agonizingly on the ground, writhing amidst the flames. However, the agony was brief. The fire abruptly retracted, and with a final shriek, Mishura vanished, reduced to ash. All that remained was a scorched mark on the earth and the broken hilt of a sword.
The Undying Swordsman, always renowned for his powerful life-preservation abilities, was now dead beyond resurrection!
Silence descended upon the entire assembly!
The sharp Dagger and the alluring woman charging from the rear both jolted to a halt, their pupils constricting as they stared in disbelief at the remains on the ground. The man who had been vibrant moments before was now annihilated without a trace, and the Undying Swordsman, with all his power, had been instantly killed!
"Did I go too hard?" Ye Chen retracted his fist, glancing at the charred mark on the ground with a slight frown. He hadn't anticipated the Fiery Gauntlet would unleash such devastating power. He had accidentally triggered the inherent Fire Source point on the gauntlet, lighting up all 108 star-dots and activating the Blood Fire Secret Art!
Every use of the Fiery Fist carried a chance to trigger this secret art. Its power was immense, capable of incinerating things up to level 5000. The most terrifying aspect was that this Blood Fire possessed a strong adhesive quality; once attached, it could not be extinguished until everything it clung to was completely consumed!
"That person used a treacherous weapon! It spewed fire and burned Mishura to death!"
"Utterly despicable, shameless, and vile..."
Following behind Sharp Dagger and the alluring woman, over twenty figures emerged—men and women of varying builds. Among them, some were furious. These twenty-odd individuals were the Rank 100 powerhouses of the Left Hand of God Guild!
"There's something strange about this. This man's strength cannot be underestimated!" Sharp Dagger retracted his harmless smile, his expression now grave. He gripped the short blade in his hand, eyeing Ye Chen with intense seriousness, treating him as a formidable adversary.
Left Hand of God watched the instant annihilation of Mishura, the Undying Swordsman. His pupils contracted slightly as he looked up at the cold-faced man in black. The rage in his eyes subsided somewhat as he mused, "Whether it was a sneak attack or the use of a special weapon, the fact that he killed Mishura proves he has some capability. Sharp Dagger might not be able to handle him... Hmph, no matter how strong he is alone, can he withstand the bombardment of the hundred thousand men behind me?"
With this thought, his gaze towards Ye Chen grew colder. He raised his palm and shouted, "All listen to my command! Form the A-Grade Battle Line Formation and attack!"
The ten thousand troops who had been halted behind immediately became active.
"Deploying the A-Grade Battle Line Formation just to deal with a few people? That's overkill, isn't it?"
"Stop the chatter and just follow orders."
"The enemy must be special if Boss Left Hand won't engage in pointless actions."
Amidst the murmurs, everyone moved. The oppressive black mass of the army flowed like a vast ocean, accompanied by synchronized footsteps and the metallic rustle of armor.
"Kill!"
"All squadrons prepare! Missiles up!"
The black mass surged forward like a torrent. On both flanks, onlookers were terrified and backed away rapidly, unwilling to be caught near the conflict, lest they be mistaken for enemies by either side.
Ye Chen's eyes turned utterly chilling. Staring at Left Hand of God, who was now surrounded by numerous Rank 100 experts, he slowly took a single step forward!
Bang!
The ground cracked open, spider-web fissures spreading outward. Ye Chen clenched his fist and charged toward Left Hand of God. Suddenly, a whistling sound pierced the air. A missile, trailing a fiery tail, streaked across, locking onto Ye Chen and hurtling down!
A flash of killing intent crossed Ye Chen’s eyes. He suddenly leaped high into the air, twisting his body to deliver a kick toward the incoming missile. He didn't aim it at the enemy lines, but tossed it straight up into the sky!
Whoosh... Boom!
The missile exploded mid-air, like a magnificent firework display!
Stunned silence gripped the entire field; everyone froze, dumbfounded.
Ye Chen descended from the air, landing with his feet planted firmly like tripods, causing the bricks and soil to burst apart. A faint black energy enveloped him, as if he were cloaked in demonic mist. His eyes were icy as he looked past the numerous figures in front of him, staring directly at Left Hand of God, his voice chillingly low: "Tell your subordinates to stand down, or I will execute every single one of them!"
The cold words drifted like an eerie demonic wind against everyone's earlobes, sending a shiver through their bodies, leaving them feeling colder and utterly insecure.
Left Hand of God paused for a moment, then blazing fury ignited in his eyes. He roared, "Attack him! Every last one of you! Slice him into ten thousand pieces!!"
Under the weight of his long-established authority, no one hesitated. They gripped their weapons and charged forward.
"Die!" The chilling word was squeezed through Ye Chen’s teeth. He raised a hand and pointed. A dense Devouring power materialized, condensing into thousands of tiny swords that shot out from his fingertips toward the mass of enemies!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Lives extinguished under the barrage of black swords. Innumerable people had their foreheads pierced, leaving a small red dot. As the black swords passed through, they didn't just steal life; they extracted the entirety of their life essence, causing their bodies to wither and their hair to turn instantly white.
"What is this!! Ah..."
"Mercy! I won't fight anymore, I won't fight!"
The front ranks of the charging army instantly devolved into chaos.
Toswacin swallowed hard, watching the screaming figures. He couldn't help but recall the Battle of the Relic Claim, where Ye Chen had used these very same black, ethereal swords to slay countless warriors on the hilltop!
"He still has that pagoda weapon! If he uses that, I wonder how terrifying the power will be!" Toswacin felt a thrill of anticipation.
Just then, several sonic booms ripped through the sky. Seven or eight missiles shot from the rear of the army, hurtling toward Ye Chen!
Boom!
The ground throughout the combat zone shook violently. A small mushroom cloud began to billow, veiled in mist. A ferocious gust of wind kicked up dust from the surrounding terrain, whipping everyone's hair wildly.
Left Hand of God rejoiced, looking at the massive mushroom cloud, grinning sinisterly in his mind, "Now, let's see if you can survive! You got off easy, dying so quickly without much torture!"
Thump!
At that moment, a thunderous sound erupted from within the white mushroom cloud, like a mountain collapsing, causing the entire battle zone floor to tremble faintly!
The members of the Left Hand of God Guild, who had just started smiling, had their expressions freeze. They stared wide-eyed at the cloud, thinking: He actually survived being hit by seven or eight missiles? Is this still human?
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Heavy impacts echoed across the field, and the ground of the entire combat zone vibrated. Under the silent watch of everyone, a figure slowly emerged from the white mist—black hair, black clothes, it was Ye Chen!
Ye Chen raised his head, two beams of fierce killing intent blazing in his eyes, fixed upon Left Hand of God. Under the slack-jawed gaze of the crowd, he began walking toward him, step by steady step!
Thump! Thump!
With every footfall, the ground of the combat zone shuddered and shook in rhythm with his steps.
"How is this possible!!" Left Hand of God's eyes were wide with disbelief, as if seeing a ghost. This man had walked out completely unscathed after such a devastating attack!
The army, which had been preparing to charge, halted, their hearts hammering wildly, sweat beading on the palms clutching their weapons. Sharp Dagger stood before Left Hand of God, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as he watched Ye Chen approach. He wanted to attack, yet he feared the opponent's strength; he wanted to retreat, but his Guild Master was right behind him. He felt a surge of anxiety, unsure what to do.
Just then, Ye Chen seemed to sense his dilemma. He shot a cold glance at Sharp Dagger. This look caused the warrior's heart to contract violently, feeling as if it had stopped beating. He felt completely devoid of warmth, as if plunged into an ice cellar, with cold sweat pouring down his back.
As his body stiffened, Ye Chen had already approached him, then simply brushed past him!
This renowned powerhouse, who had dominated the Polish Base City, lacked the courage to even strike a blow!