Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 299 The True Overlord Spear!
A down-on-his-luck wanderer, carrying wine, with a slender waist held lightly in his palm.

Ten years of dreaming in Yangzhou, earning the reputation of being fickle in the brothel.

Outside the official road.

A bewitching figure moved with the wind and air, as light as a flying swan, with a slender waist and light as nothing. This technique was called "Drunken Dream Immortal Steps" or "Slender Waist Spin". It was created from the dance music of brothels. When performing it, one needs to tuck in the abdomen and raise the breath, imitating the dance posture of Zhao Feiyan in the story of "light in the palm", so that the body is as light as a feather.

This martial art is mostly practiced among the lower classes. It is said to have been created by a swordsman during the Tang Dynasty. Practitioners must be women, who are lithe and skilled in dance.

The woman's figure was graceful, but the mottled bloodstains on her dress, like specks of winter plum blossoms, were shocking to the eye. Her face was pale, her breathing was disordered, and she barely managed to use her movement technique to rush out of the woods.

A sinister laugh came from behind her, like that of a demon from hell, with murky, dark yellow pupils that made it seem inhuman.

"I sleep surrounded by a thousand swords and spears at night, and eat only human liver for breakfast."

A hoarse, low moan rang out.

"Hehehe. Let me see if your liver is delicious or not."

A ghostly figure darted out, its five fingers forming claws, attempting to pierce the woman's collarbone. It was clear that it had a playful intention; if it had intended to kill, the woman would probably have been captured long ago.

The woman was already lifeless and severely injured. At this moment, she looked desolate and closed her eyes, awaiting death.

She had been living in the brothel since childhood, enduring countless hardships. She was rescued by the Jade-Faced Goddess and finally gained her freedom. She was not afraid of death, but falling into the hands of cannibals was more terrifying than death.

"Who is this monster?!"

Just as the woman's life hung by a thread, a spirited shout suddenly came from ahead on the official road. Dozens of feet away, a tall and valiant woman stood with her sword drawn. She took out a cloud-patterned war bow from behind her and, with lightning speed, drew out three armor-piercing arrows. With a piercing whistle, the arrows pierced the air, her true energy surging. The three arrows were fired at the same time, and the bowstrings snapped.

Are there any experts?

The cannibal's expression changed slightly. The arrow was surging with true energy, and he dared not take it head-on. He gathered his energy and leaped away, dodging the arrow in a sorry state. The arrow pierced into the stone, almost completely disappearing.

"You thief! Behold the Overlord Spear!"

Beside the tall woman was a burly middle-aged man with extremely strong muscles and bones. Behind him, two short spears were joined together, their metal clashing. His figure was like a lion pouncing. Before the sound even arrived, the cold light of the spear tips had already pierced the air, displaying astonishing power, with aura surrounding the spear shaft.

Another person drew a long sword, its blade dark and mysterious. He unleashed his true energy and slashed down, the force of which swept several feet into the air, splitting the bluestone slab in two.

Ghostly Claws of the Underworld.

The cannibal's five fingers formed claws, and the wind from his palm whistled like the howling of ghosts and wolves. He took the blow head-on, retreating several steps, staring at a caravan of镖局 (bodyguard agencies) in the distance, and said coldly, "Who is it?"

"How dare they interfere in the affairs of the Valley of Villains!"

The tall woman had dismounted, her posture arrogant. She drew her black iron sword from her waist; the incredibly heavy longsword felt weightless in her hand. She glanced at the back of the heavily injured woman by the roadside and coldly rebuked, "I say, where do demons and monsters come from in broad daylight!"

"So they are remnants of the Valley of Villains."

This woman was extremely tall, a head taller than any man. She was clad in a dark gold armor, resembling a female general. Her muscles and aura were clearly visible, and when she was enraged, she resembled a fierce lioness or leopard.

The cannibal was momentarily intimidated by her imposing presence and seemed hesitant to make any rash moves.

"Young Master."

"It's the cannibal from the Valley of Villains. If he's here, the murderer must be nearby."

"careful!"

A man dressed as a bodyguard beside him spoke up to warn him. As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp whistle came from the forest. Then several figures rushed in, their movements extremely skillful, at least top-notch martial arts masters.

A whooshing sound rang out.

Suddenly, a barrage of darts shot out from the shadows, like a rain of pear blossoms. The men reacted swiftly, with some raising shields to form a defensive formation. Meanwhile, the powerful bodyguards on either side roared and directly took the darts with their bare hands, producing a clanging sound like metal.

"The Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Iron Bell Cover Technique!"

Li Cunxiao was a top master of the Thirteen Protectors' external martial arts, and he died by being torn apart by chariots.

Legend has it that during the execution, Li Cunxiao possessed superhuman strength, so even five horses could not tear his limbs apart. In the end, his tendons in his hands and feet had to be severed before the execution could be completed.

The cannibal seemed to already know the identity of the newcomer. His gaze was extremely gloomy as he slowly said, "So you are a remnant of the previous dynasty."

At this moment, several figures were approaching, and their numbers were increasing.

Many experts from Evil Valley have arrived.

A strange flute melody began, initially like a gentle stream, but in an instant it became like a raging torrent, a thunderous waterfall, the sound piercing the eardrums, causing a splitting headache, making it impossible to concentrate.

A Soul-Capturing Melody.

A cold wind swept by.

Ten feet behind the cannibal, a figure wearing a ghost mask and dressed in a blue robe, seemingly neither male nor female, stood on a treetop, emitting demonic sounds from a bone flute in its hand.

"The Qin King's Battle Song!"

The tall woman's expression was solemn. In an instant, war drums thundered, seemingly from nowhere, as if from a battlefield. With their magnificent sound, they shattered the ghostly flute music, causing a trace of blood to trickle from the corner of the mouth of the man in the blue robe wearing a ghost mask.

The many burly men present responded with low shouts, which then transformed into loud battle roars that reverberated for over ten miles.

With the Qin King's Battle Song, all the demonic sounds of the world are shattered.

The killing intent of military strategists is forged into a formidable force.

Some of these men took the hilt of a longsword and swung it casually, exuding murderous intent. The longsword trembled and rang, and those who blocked it were killed, both men and horses.

Golden Guardian Blade.

At this moment, the weather changed dramatically. As many demons and monsters from the Valley of Evil gathered here, dark clouds had appeared in the sky. As if resonating with each other, the various evil techniques caused thunder to rumble, and a light drizzle, carrying a hint of coldness, began to fall.

Miasma began to rise around them, and billowing fog spread from the direction of the woods, reaching a radius of about one mile.

Cannibals, murderers, blood nuns, corpse monks, poison-handed ghost doctors...

One after another, eerie figures appeared.

The bright, clear sky seemed to have transformed into a ghostly realm, with faint sounds of ghosts and monsters weeping.

At this moment, the tall and slender woman's expression changed drastically. She had only intervened to help those in need, but she never expected to attract so many demons and monsters. Most of the renowned experts from the Valley of Villains had gathered here, including some members of the Demonic Sect.

"My benefactors, please don't worry about me, go quickly."

At this moment, the woman who had been being chased seemed to regain some of her strength. She spoke anxiously, her eyes resolute. With so many enemies, she only hoped that her sisters could inform the Empress in time and that she must not come here to rescue her.

The Valley of Evils came prepared this time, and they also had several experts from the Demonic Sect with them.

"You can just leave whenever you want?"

"It's not that easy!"

These evil sorcerers originally intended to ambush others, but they were unexpectedly disturbed by a group of busybodies who saw injustice and wanted to cause trouble.

The killer's eyes were a dark red, and he said coldly, "Trying to leave?"

"Save a few lives first."

At this moment, a soft laugh came, and a man holding a folding fan walked out of the woods. He looked like a young man, but had white hair and strange, lewd eyes. He looked the tall woman in the distance up and down and said with a playful tone, "This woman has pure true energy. She is destined to be my furnace."

The transmission elder of the Hehuan Sect.

Unlike the Taoist priest, monk, and beggar, the elders of the Demonic Sect are unknown in the martial arts world. They are elusive and will not easily show themselves unless someone threatens the sect's survival.

The sect leader's direct disciples are all dead.

This old monster couldn't sit still any longer. He had a way of preserving his youth, but his actual age was unknown. His true energy was very strong, although it was still mixed, but it had been refined over time.

"court death!"

With a loud shout, the woman, who resembled a lioness, drew her bow and nocked an arrow, unleashing her inner energy, and the arrow shot through the air like lightning.

The other party dared not take the attack head-on, and used her movement technique to dodge, letting out a frivolous laugh: "That's fierce enough. I like fierce women the most."

"Once I capture you, I'll give you a good lesson."

The two groups were on the verge of war. They hadn't expected to encounter so many evil and wicked people. Now they were in a dilemma, unable to leave or stay.

But just then, several figures rapidly approached, the alluring woman at the head of the group moving like a fairy treading on water, riding the wind. "The Jade-Faced Lady is here!"

The man was overjoyed. He abandoned the people in front of him and turned to face the three figures at the end of the long, drizzly road.

"Your Majesty, leave immediately!"

A shout rang out, and the man snorted coldly, unleashing a finger strike: "Shut up!"

The woman by the roadside let out a muffled groan; her fate was unknown.

The cold wind is biting.

The Jade-Faced Lady looked at the many demons and monsters in front of her, her face gradually turning pale, and she focused her voice into a line: "Young Master."

"It is I who have implicated you."

"You find a way to leave first, I'll stay behind and hold them off."

So many experts have come to the Valley of Villains.

Among them were members of the Demonic Sect and powerful outlaws. Most of them weren't after the young man beside the Jade-Faced Lady, but rather because she had stirred up trouble in the martial world over the years, making many enemies. The death of the true disciple of the Hehuan Sect's leader was also blamed on her, after all, this person had wanted to use the Jade-Faced Lady's essence for many years, and the two had a long-standing feud.

With the Jade-Faced Lady's unparalleled agility, if she were to abandon others and escape, very few people could stop her.

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly, his bloodlust gathering, resembling double pupils.

He opened his palm to catch the light drizzle, and said calmly, "It's been a long time since I've gone on a killing spree."

"Help me keep someone here in a bit."

As the young man took a step forward, the true energy within his body gradually surged wildly, like a raging torrent. The bloodthirsty aura emanating from his body was so tangible that it actually kept the drizzle at bay, as if his entire body was shrouded in a layer of blood shadow.

Refining evil into vital energy!

The monk Bujie looked utterly shocked, and the Jade-Faced Lady was also speechless with astonishment. She had spent the past few days with the young man and had no idea when he had cultivated his protective qi to this level.

Is this child not human?
In the martial arts world, no master of external martial arts can protect their entire body with internal energy without decades of hard work.

How many days has it been?

The last time he fought someone, his aura wasn't this exaggerated.

wrong.

He has already refined his evil energy into a powerful force, so why hasn't he yet entered the innate realm?

The monk Bujie seemed to sense something; his lips trembled slightly as he murmured, "Eight Heavenly Dragons... Asura Path..."

In Buddhist scriptures, there is only one type of person who can be so courageous and diligent, nourishing themselves with killing and violence, and that is the Asura realm.

Among the gods in the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Asura is the strongest in combat and extremely fond of killing.

A sudden storm.

The boy looked at the group of people facing off and said to the armored man at the head of the group, "Friend, may I borrow your gun?"

These men, dressed as bodyguards, didn't look like江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world), but rather like skilled soldiers.

Where can I borrow someone's weapon at this moment?
The boy's actions were quite abrupt, leaving everyone present somewhat bewildered. Losing one's weapon was a major taboo in the martial arts world, but for some reason, one of the leading men found it difficult to refuse. He hesitated for only a moment, then, as if intimidated by the boy's astonishing aura, he threw the Overlord Spear in his hand.

hum!
The boy reached out and caught the gun, then casually swung it, creating a sonic boom that sent raindrops rippling out in a three-zhang-wide shockwave.

"You also know marksmanship?" Monk Bujie asked in shock.

The boy remained calm and said softly, "I know a little."

Bloodlust coalesced on the gun barrel.

The spear, once in the boy's hands, seemed to have transcended the mundane realm; even the tip of the spear had transformed into a dark gold.

"It's the Overlord Spear Technique!"

The expressions of the people not far away changed slightly. Their lineage originated from the military and was a branch of the military school. After the end of the Tang Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and many military masters went into seclusion in the mountains and forests. They gradually merged with people from the martial arts world and became a powerful force in southern Guangdong.

"It is not the style of the Overlord Spear, but it is the essence of the Overlord Spear."

At this moment, the tall, valiant woman spoke, her eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at the tip of the boy's blood-red spear, murmuring, "Such a heavy aura of killing intent!"

Who is this person?
Are there still any masters of military strategy in this world?

Why are you so young!

The boy took a step forward, and the bluestone beneath his feet shattered inch by inch. Such astonishing power caused the people from the Evil Valley not far away to change their expressions slightly. With the spear in hand, the boy's aura seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, like a demon god from a hellish inferno.

"Something's not right with this kid!"

The cannibals and murderers committed countless evils and killed many people. They were cruel and bloodthirsty, but for some reason, when they faced this person, they felt a slight tremor in their hearts, as if the evil demons had encountered Yama, the King of Hell. Before they even fought, their spirits were already greatly diminished.

Intentional but without form.

The boy didn't need any special moves; the moves he used were simply the techniques of the Overlord Spear.

Western Hegemon!

King of Kings!

Hang up!

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be torn apart, reflecting a blood-red hue. The boy dragged his spear, moving faster and faster, sparks flying everywhere. In an instant, the wind and rain swirled. The moment he drew his spear, the drizzling rain falling from the sky actually converged with the wind into a spiral, the energy piercing through everything.

This shot was unlike any ordinary martial art; countless raindrops shot out in all directions, as if a pierced sky had been created, causing the swirling rain to explode with terrifying sonic booms.

—To break through a thousand armies (true meaning).

The Overlord Spear is the signature move of Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, and it is divided into nine forms for foot combat and nine forms for mounted combat.

no doubt.

He couldn't grasp the essence of most martial arts in this world, but the martial arts that evolved on the battlefield, once in his hands, were where the intent surpassed all techniques. No grandmaster in this era could conquer the heavens like him.

Throughout his journey, he was either killing people or on his way to kill people.

For him, there were no barriers to mastering the Overlord Spear.

He was also a master of military strategy, possessing the greatest skill in wielding deadly energy.

The cannibal's expression changed drastically. He dared not take the attack head-on, but before he knew it, his figure had been locked onto by boundless killing intent. His whole body felt stiff. When those blood-red double pupils stared at him, his courage vanished, as if he were terrified, and the true energy in his body became stagnant.

Two afterimages passed each other.

puff!
Blood spurts.

The Overlord Spear pierced through the chest, its blood-fiend power easily tearing apart the cannibal's protective aura. The spear lifted the cannibal's corpse, and with a casual wave of the young man's hand, the cannibal's corpse was flung more than ten feet away like a broken shell.

"This sense of power to break through a thousand armies is something even a tyrant like Xiang Yu could not achieve."

The people not far away were utterly shocked.

Whether others can break through a thousand troops is unknown, but for a young man, breaking through a thousand troops is just commonplace.

The martial arts realm that others strive for is nothing more than his daily life.

boom!
Thunder at the start of spring.

It seemed as if an invisible force was gathering between heaven and earth, and above the dimensional space, the human body had an extra special golden mark.

—The Overlord Reborn (The True Meaning of Martial Arts).

The heavens and earth resonated with each other, just as the day the dragon was born. The blood-red aura condensed on the young man's body actually formed a subtle resonance with this world.

In an instant, all the martial arts masters who pursued the realm of 'overlord' lost some of their luck.

There can only be one overlord in this world!
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(End of this chapter)