The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 51 One Against a Hundred (4k)

Inside the Lanyue Garden, four exquisitely built pavilions were ablaze, with flames dancing wildly in the strong wind and fireworks shooting into the sky.

The sounds of collapsing roof tiles and wooden beams echoed incessantly.

The heatwave rolled in and burst forth.

Even though it was already late autumn, Lanyue Garden was located at the confluence of the Jade Belt River and the Dragon Ridge River. At this moment, many strong men who had gathered there were also scorched by the heat and were sweating profusely.

But no one paid any attention; they all looked up in astonishment, their gazes all fixed on one spot.

At the top of the artificial hill, which was over two zhang high, heat and cold winds mingled. A tall, handsome, and valiant young man in blue robes had long hair that flew wildly, his robes fluttered, and his silver spear gleamed in the sunlight. He looked down at everyone from his high vantage point.

His posture was leisurely and his expression was calm, as if he was climbing to a high place to look out and admire the scenery of the garden, but his interest was disturbed by the crowd.

The vast majority of people were stunned, their faces showing astonishment.

These people were all from outside the area, ordered by their master to capture the so-called 'madman,' but they did not recognize Hong Yuan.

Only the noble families who had escaped from the inner courtyard, and Guo Zhen, who arrived surrounded by armored soldiers, had red eyes, and exclamations of surprise and angry shouts rang out.

"it's him!"

"This person is that vicious and ruthless villain!"

"Quick! Surround them, don't let him escape!"

"kill him!"

"Whoever can capture or kill this man will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver and ten large shops in the county..."

Mingzhou was the wealthiest place in the world, and Linjiang Prefecture was a land of fish and rice with thriving canal and salt transport. It had many merchants with immense wealth, and these powerful families who had been rooted in the area for dozens of generations were as rich as kings and nobles.

This time, they were so frightened by a scoundrel that they almost perished in the fire. Feeling both humiliated and terrified, they sternly ordered their men to offer various temptations.

In an instant, the scene erupted into chaos, like a pot boiling over.

The group of powerful family guards, gang thugs, and martial arts practitioners were all excited and their eyes were filled with fervor, all focusing their intense gazes on Hong Yuan.

For them, this is the stepping stone to future wealth and glory.

"kill!"

Amidst the roars, several people, using both hands and feet, were rapidly climbing upwards at the foot of the artificial hill, closest to Hong Yuan.

Some were unarmed, others had steel knives in their mouths, but all of them had bulging veins and were exerting all their strength, fearing that if they were a step too slow, others would seize the initiative.

Further away, highly skilled martial artists rushed over. Some, confident in their superior skills, took an unconventional approach, leaping up and stepping on the heads and shoulders of others, sweeping over like a whirlwind amidst shouts and slashing weapons.

Hong Yuan's gaze swept across the area and he saw a dense mass of heads, forming a circle around him from all directions, surging forward in droves.

Even so, in the rear, those powerful families, wealthy households, and gang leaders still maintained a large number of guards and thugs around them.

The nearly one hundred armored soldiers around Commandant Guo drew their steel swords, protecting him as they swiftly advanced, with no one daring to stand in their way.

Surrounded by hundreds of people, Hong Yuan remained calm and undisturbed.

Hong Yuan had another reason for turning back to Lan Yue Garden, besides testing his own martial prowess and seeing if he could truly fight against a hundred men.

For him, this situation is a rare mock exam!
To open the [Tai Sui Blessed Land] and take control of it, one must possess both military power and authority, reaching the pinnacle of power.

If you can't defeat all the masters in the world with force, why would anyone recognize you as the best in the world?

The issue of power is even more troublesome.

For eight hundred years, the Great Yin Dynasty has been in power. Local prefectures and counties have long been filled with powerful families and aristocratic clans. If they don't compete, grab, or overturn this old era, how can they rise to the top of the world?
Either way, it means that we will face stronger opponents and bigger situations in the future, far beyond what we are facing now.

The current attack by hundreds of people, though seemingly powerful, actually involves guards from powerful families, gang thugs, and even a group of martial artists from various factions, many of whom have conflicts and have fought each other regularly.

If they are further motivated by a hefty reward, it would be good enough if they didn't stab each other in the back, let alone work together.

To put it bluntly, this is just a mob.

Even if they are a mob, it only applies to the corresponding power groups.

For a single person, even if they are a disorganized mob, a sandstorm capable of tearing away flesh and bones can still strike them.

Even masters of the Subtle Realm would retreat in such a situation and would not confront it head-on.

Hong Yuan fought his way from Wushan County to the prefectural city, encountering dozens of experts, including several martial artists who were skilled in both strength and flexibility and could control their attacks with ease.

Among these people were those who had come into contact with masters of the subtle arts.

Although Hong Yuan has not yet truly clashed with Ruwei, he has gained considerable understanding of Ruwei through questioning numerous martial artists.

The only one who can surpass him in subtlety is one who is a level above him in terms of strength and technique, reaching the point of 'using strength as if drawing silk'.

As for physical strength and even spiritual perception, they cannot be compared with him.

Of course, forced confessions alone cannot be fully trusted. To truly ascertain the intricacies of the situation, a real confrontation is necessary.

In the blink of an eye, a gust of evil wind swept over me.

The first to arrive were not the people who had climbed the artificial mountain, but the martial artist who leaped over using the heads and shoulders of the crowd as stepping stones.

"Kid, I'll take your head, 'Wind Chaser'!"

Those who can make a name for themselves in the martial arts world are no ordinary people.

This "Wind Chaser Kick" landed on the head of a burly man climbing a rockery. As the latter groaned and fell, the man leaped up like a bird. While still in mid-air, his right leg shot out, straight as an arrow, and suddenly pierced Hong Yuan's heart.

"Damn it! 'Wind Chaser's Kick' beat us to it!" The other martial artists who rushed forward were a step too slow, and their faces turned anxious.

However, a few martial artists remained hidden in the shadows. While the crowd was in an uproar, they simply watched coldly, their eyes fixed on Hong Yuan's direction, waiting for their chance to strike.

Upon witnessing the 'Wind Chaser's Kick's attack, some people sneered, as if looking at a dead man.

These people were the martial artists who survived in the inner courtyard.

Having witnessed the ferocity of the man firsthand, they were both terrified and attracted by the hefty reward, making them unwilling to leave easily.

He only thought about letting others exhaust the fierce man's strength first, so that he could reap the benefits.

On the artificial hill.

The "Chasing Wind Kick" thrust out like a javelin, the powerful attack creating a whistling airflow. But in Hong Yuan's eyes, it was as if the action was in slow motion, and he could even clearly see the process of the opponent's leg bending, springing up, and straightening like a spear.

His speed matched his eyesight. Hong Yuan reached out and grabbed the other man's calf as if scooping a fish out of a dried-up pond.

'Chasing Wind Kick' suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg bone, as if it were being clamped by iron pincers. His body then spun rapidly and crashed into two burly men who had just climbed to the top of the artificial hill and were peeking out.

Amidst the cracking of bones, the three collided. The other two were sent flying, while "Chasing Wind Kick" let out a shrill scream as his flesh exploded and he fell like a rag doll.

Hong Yuan suddenly leaped up and jumped down from the artificial hill, spear in hand, and swung it backward.

With a swing of the heavy steel spear, three burly men climbing the artificial hill were the first to be struck, instantly sent flying and crashing into the crowd below.

Bang!
Hong Yuan landed on the ground, causing the ground to tremble. Immediately, a chilling aura swept around him, and all sorts of weapons, including knives, swords, spears, and lances, came at him, slashing and stabbing.

A flash of silver light, and the deadly throat-locking gun swept out horizontally.

There was no need for any fancy techniques; Hong Yuan simply used the gun as a club. With his immense strength, combined with the dozens of kilograms of steel gun, it truly possessed the power of a thousand pounds.

In an instant, the weapons that were attacking him broke and exploded. Amidst the shattering of metal, a series of screams rang out as arms were struck by spears, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
Hong Yuan's figure blurred as he rushed towards the densest part of the crowd.

In an instant, they were swallowed up by the crowd.

But just a moment later, a chilling silver light flowed forth, soaring into the sky. A great spear, like a dragon, roared and swept across the land, crushing all who stood in its way.

The others could only hear a series of chilling screams as figures were sent flying backward at an even faster speed, tumbling and crashing in all directions.

Most of these people were simply physically strong, but some had reached the stage of mastering qi and blood, and some were even martial artists who had entered the realm of internal strength. However, when they encountered Hong Yuan's deadly throat-locking spear, they were all powerless to resist, and there was no difference between them.

With Hong Yuan's immense strength, swinging the spear, it was no exaggeration to say that anyone who touched it would die, and anyone who grazed it would be maimed. Those who were sent flying were instantly smashed to pieces, their flesh and bones shattered.

He deliberately struck the object towards a group of people, and the force of the blow immediately injured many, with some even having their necks broken.

In an instant, a dozen or twenty people were blasted away, and Hong Yuan's view was completely cleared.

As panic and screams echoed from all sides, the group facing Hong Yuan head-on was terrified, their eyes filled with fear as if they were looking at some kind of prehistoric beast. They forgot all about the great reward and retreated as far as they could.

Gunshots flashed and pierced the throats of two men in quick succession. Then, in a flash, silver light shattered and pierced their chests.

Hong Yuan was somewhat dissatisfied, and once again used the deadly throat-locking gun as a stick, swinging it through the air, with a series of 'poof poof' sounds, several heads exploded directly.

This makes killing much faster.

As brain matter splattered, Hong Yuan dodged and turned in another direction.

He never discriminates; he treats everyone the same.

In the blink of an eye, the others received the same treatment. Hong Yuan was like a steel chariot, leaving a trail of gunfire, screams, and flying blood and flesh wherever he went.

They came and went in a flash, attacking from all directions. Wherever they went, screams and wails erupted.

"A demon! He is a demon!"

"Run away!"

In a short while, cries of agony filled the air. The remaining people cried out for their parents, having lost all courage and strength. They threw down their weapons and scattered in all directions.

They couldn't even take care of their own families anymore.

Of course, those powerful families and wealthy households were also fleeing, wishing they had more legs to run away in a panic!

They were all horrified. How could there be such a terrifying person?
He was clearly one person fighting against hundreds, yet his opponent moved swiftly and unpredictably, sometimes in the crowd, sometimes behind the artificial hill, sometimes east, sometimes west, sometimes left, sometimes right, appearing and disappearing like the wind, making it impossible to pinpoint his location...

With his own strength, he divided hundreds of people, and in front of him, those hundreds of people seemed to have become lambs to the slaughter!
Hong Yuan was slightly out of breath. Even with his physical strength, this fight had caused his blood and qi to surge, leaving him feeling slightly unwell.

The actual number of casualties was only around one hundred.

Moreover, few of the truly skilled fighters were killed or injured. They were all very cunning. Apart from a few unlucky ones at the beginning, the rest of them had already retreated hastily upon seeing his imposing presence.

If the remaining people rush in, Hong Yuan will have to retreat first.

That's impossible. Morale wasn't locked in, so it would be strange if the team didn't collapse with such heavy casualties.

It's just that Hong Yuan killed too quickly, and many people didn't have time to escape. Otherwise, if only a few dozen people had died, the rest would have had the idea of ​​retreating.

Moreover, even if they were truly fearless and undaunted, Hong Yuan had ways to deal with them.

He doesn't necessarily need to engage in head-on confrontations. With his speed and agility, he could easily kill dozens of people, retreat quickly, recover, and then strike again.

Even now, with the talent of [Qi Circulating Through the Body], Hong Yuan's stamina is recovering rapidly, and he will probably return to his perfect state in less than ten breaths.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, and his body swayed abruptly, flashing to a distance of about ten feet. There were a series of hissing sounds and flashes of emerald light. On a large rock in front of where Hong Yuan had been standing, there were a series of tinkling sounds, and more than a dozen fine needles had been stuck in it. More needles fell to the ground.

Whoosh!
Hong Yuan threw the spear with a backhand motion, and the spear in his hand transformed into a silver light that pierced through the air, instantly piercing the chest of a middle-aged man several feet away who was holding a long black box-like object and had a look of astonishment on his face. The immense force lifted the man's body off the ground.

The deadly throat-locking spear then leaped another four or five zhang, and with a loud bang, it plunged into a large blue stone.

The middle-aged man who used the hidden weapon fell to the ground. Behind a rockery, several figures protected a short, fat man and hurriedly retreated. It was none other than Master Jin from the Canal Gang.

Hong Yuan took a step forward and his figure shot out like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with them. His fingers and claws pierced through the air, and several figures fell to the ground with their throats split open.

With a thud, Master Jin fell face-first to the ground, a foot landing on his back, and a calm voice said, "Were those your men just now?"

"No, no, no..." Master Jin hurriedly denied, feeling extremely remorseful. Everyone else was running away, so why did he lose his mind and believe that person could successfully assassinate him?
It's not really his fault. It's just that Hong Yuan's senses are sharp. If it were any other martial artist, in such a great battle, surrounded by chaos and fighting, even someone with keen senses would have had a hard time escaping unscathed.

"Young hero, I am a member of the Canal Transport Gang, ranked third. My gang has hundreds of thousands of brothers, so you must be careful..."

Jin Sanye, covered in dust and grime, choked on a mouthful of dirt but quickly revealed his identity.

“I know you, Third Master Jin of the Canal Gang. Do you know that you cheated me out of three thousand taels of silver in the previous betting game?” Hong Yuan said.

"Young hero, please rest assured, I am willing to compensate you with 30,000 taels of silver as a sign of my sincerity!"

"Third Master Jin said urgently."

"You're only worth 30,000 taels?" Hong Yuan asked with a smile.

"Whatever you say, young hero, is fine. I, Jin San, may not have much else, but I have plenty of money. As long as you spare my life, young hero, I'll give you not just 30,000, but 300,000!"

In order to save his life, Master Jin hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

You are worthless!

With a snap, Hong Yuan broke his neck, then with a swift movement, he retrieved the spear from the bluestone with a clang, and strode forward to meet the nearly one hundred armored soldiers under Commandant Guo's command.

The previous fighting was just the foreplay; the main course is yet to come.

(End of this chapter)