A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

Chapter 98 Prejudice is a mountain

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The archway collapsed, and the dust it stirred up, mixed with the dampness of the rain, drifted across the square, carrying a dusty smell.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, whether they were bandits or soldiers from the patrol battalion, they all stared blankly at the ruins.

Zhao Qingfeng, a master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm who has been famous in Luochuan County for decades, is the undisputed number one in Black Wind Mountain.

Just like that—he was thrown out like a sack of potatoes?

Xue Min's hand, gripping the spear, trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the scene before her, she felt that her understanding of martial arts had been shattered.

This is neither a challenge nor a confrontation.

This is crushing.

A pure crushing defeat in terms of strength.

A violent cough came from the ruins. Zhao Qingfeng pushed aside the rubble and broken wood on his body and struggled to his feet. Most of the bronze mask on his face was broken, revealing a pale face filled with terror.

A trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Impossible—this is absolutely impossible!" Zhao Qingfeng's voice was hoarse, devoid of his previous composure as he shouted frantically, "How could a martial artist who has just entered the Yi Jin realm possess such power!"

He stared intently at Zhou Yuan, as if trying to see right through him.

Superhuman strength?

What utter nonsense about innate superhuman strength! The most superhuman strength he'd ever seen was only two or three thousand jin of force. How could it possibly be this strong?

unless----

Unless he's at the Blood Exchange Realm! But Zhou Yuan is clearly only at the Tendon Transformation Realm!

Then, there's only one possibility left!

Zhao Qingfeng's breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and his previously unfocused eyes brightened again.

"A secret technique! You used some kind of secret technique that allows you to unleash your potential in a short period of time!"

He practically yelled it out.

These words caused a stir throughout the room.

Those who were stunned seemed to have suddenly found a reasonable explanation.

Yes, it must be a secret technique!

This forbidden technique, which burns blood and energy and depletes life force, can indeed allow a martial artist to unleash combat power exceeding their own level in a short period of time.

"So it was a secret technique—" Xue Min's tense body relaxed a little, and she muttered to herself softly.

She said, "How could someone have such terrifying power at the Yi Jin Jing level? It's completely illogical."

Even so, the improvement in this secret technique is terrifying.

Zhao Qingfeng seemed to have regained his confidence. The fear on his face slowly faded, replaced by a cold smile filled with hatred.

"Since it's a secret technique, it has a time limit. If you drag this out, your death will come when you run out of strength!"

Boom!

A muffled clap of thunder boomed in the sky, as if in response to his words.

The rain had intensified at some point, with large raindrops pounding on the ground and splashing up in bursts.

Zhou Yuan listened to Zhao Qingfeng's analysis and almost laughed.

Is it really that hard to admit that others are better than you?

He wanted to explain, but he swallowed the words back.

Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain; no matter how you explain it, they will only believe what they want to believe.

Since that's the case, there's no need to say more.

"Men of Qinglong Village, heed my command!" Zhao Qingfeng waved his hand sharply, pointed at Zhou Yuan, and shouted, "Charge! Use our lives to overwhelm him! Anyone who dares to retreat will be executed!"

Upon hearing this, the bandits looked at each other, their faces showing fear.

Zhou Yuan's terrifying power was real; no one wanted to go up to him and get killed with a single punch.

But under Zhao Qingfeng's coercion, they could only grit their teeth, roar like wild beasts, and charge at Zhou Yuan with their weapons.

"Master, we—" In the distance, Qin Lie, hidden under a black robe, looked anxiously at Du Chong beside him.

"wait."

The one who answered him was not Du Chong, but a man in a straw raincoat who had remained silent until now.

The man in the straw raincoat had somehow already gripped the broadsword on his back. Rainwater slid down the edge of his straw hat, obscuring his expression. Only his hand, tightly gripping the hilt, revealed his inner turmoil.

Zhou Yuan shook his head as he watched the bandits rushing towards him like madmen.

Cannon fodder?

Yeah.

The destructive urge within my body after the breakthrough hasn't been fully released yet.

Then let's—kill them all!

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes. He pushed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to its limit, changed his footing, and left an afterimage in place.

Leave no trace in the snow!

The next second, he appeared among the bandits.

There are no fancy moves, only the simplest and most direct punches.

Bang!

The bandit leader, who was at the forefront of the Yi Jin realm, hadn't even lost his ferocious grin when he was punched through the chest. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, dying in mid-air.

Zhou Yuan's figure weaved through the crowd with unstoppable momentum.

With a combined strength of six thousand jin, no one can withstand it.

Whether they are lowly minions in the Skin Refining Realm or experts in the Bone Forging and Tendon Changing Realms, their fate is the same in front of him.

Bones fractured, internal organs ruptured.

The rain grew heavier, and the rainwater mixed with blood, forming dark red streams in the square.

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, the clanging of weapons, and the patter of rain mingled together.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were already more than fifty corpses lying at Zhou Yuan's feet.

The corpses were gruesome; almost none of them were intact, with sunken chests and twisted limbs, as if they had been struck head-on by a siege hammer.

Seeing this hellish scene, Zhao Qingfeng's cheek twitched.

These are all the elite troops of his Green Dragon Stronghold!

Since the village was built, when has it ever suffered such a great loss!

He felt a pang of heartache, but the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

Now he has no way out!

"Charge! Charge! Anyone who dares to stop, I'll kill them first!" Zhao Qingfeng roared again, forcing the bandits who were already trying to retreat to continue their journey to their deaths.

Just then, several figures quietly appeared in a corner where no one was paying attention.

They varied in height and build, all wearing black veils; they were none other than the five members of the Wang family's Dark Abyss.

"Zhao Qingfeng—Duan Fei—how come they're here?" a short man asked in a low voice, his voice full of surprise.

"It seems their target is also Zhou Yuan. With them involved, our plan to capture Zhou Yuan is likely to fail."

A woman's voice rang out.

They were the Wang family's trump card, so they naturally knew the strength of Zhao Qingfeng and Duan Fei.

With two renowned experts at the Marrow Cleansing Realm personally lying in ambush, Zhou Yuan is doomed.

"The plan is no longer important," the elderly man leading the group said in a heavy voice. "This person is no longer worth targeting."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the figure in the center of the field who was wreaking havoc, and then their expressions changed.

"He—he broke through to the Yi Jin Jing realm?"

"To refine a silver corpse, one must be a martial artist at the Bone Forging Realm, and he no longer meets the requirements!"

What shocked them the most was Zhou Yuan's unimaginable fighting prowess.

Those notorious bandits in Luochuan County were as fragile as paper in front of him.

The corpses lying at his feet had piled up into a small mountain.

"This kid's strength—I'm afraid even if the five of us attacked together, we might not be able to take him down." The old man came to a conclusion that sent chills down their spines.

The rain is getting heavier.

Zhou Yuan stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, letting the rain wash away the bloodstains on his body.