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Chapter 105 Unbreakable

Every strike is swift, ruthless, and precise; the goal is to break legs or tendons, causing someone to collapse in that wound.

The first slash came down, the blade whistling through the air, pressing straight down on the shoulder and neck.

Ye Xiao raised his arm and stepped aside.

"when!"

The clang of metal rang out as the blade struck his arm, the force like a hammer blow into a deep well, sinking deep and refusing to dissipate. The man wielding the knife felt a numbness in his hand, his wrist trembled, and his eyes instantly changed.

This is not a human shield.

It's more like his qi and blood were too heavy, his bones and stance strength became one, and he forcefully "ate" the knife force, then pushed it back little by little.

Ye Xiao's arm bones also felt a slight numbness.

The coldness of the pool still lingered deep within his meridians, its return carrying a slight stagnation. He pressed that stagnation into the soles of his feet, his body remaining steadfast.

The second man seized the opportunity and swept his stick horizontally, aiming the tip at the knee, trying to make him kneel down.

Ye Xiao shifted his feet, the shadow of the stick grazing his trouser leg. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, landing at the end of the opponent's force line.

"Click."

It wasn't that the stick broke; it was that the force of the blow was crushed by his foot. The man's ankle dislocated first, his knee slammed into the mud, and he could only manage a muffled groan, unable to even utter a shout.

The third person finished off the attacker, his short blade darting along the ribs like a snake.

Ye Xiao raised his hand and pressed down.

It wasn't the back of the knife that was being pressed, but the hollow of the shoulder.

The man felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a wall. He staggered back two steps, his back hitting the rocks. Everything went black, and he couldn't catch his breath.

The encirclement formation had just closed when he forcefully tore a gap open.

"Don't disperse! Keep him occupied!" someone hissed.

"This doesn't seem like a quasi-martial artist!" someone gritted their teeth, their voice changing. "What quasi-martial artist has such abundant qi and blood!"

Ye Xiao ignored him and simply took a step forward.

It wasn't fast, but it carried away the oppressive feeling of the narrow passage, like he was walking and they were making way for him.

As this step was taken, the hearts of those surrounding the attackers tightened simultaneously.

They wanted an instant kill, but they couldn't even make him retreat an inch.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three thin needles arrived first, their tips flashing with an eerie light, their angles incredibly sharp: one pierced the eye, one the throat, and one the heart.

Ye Xiao raised his hand only half an inch, his five fingers clasped together and stroking.

It's not about blocking, it's about deflecting that "momentum".

The three needles grazed his wrist, forced off course by the force of the stake and his blood and qi, and then embedded themselves into the crack in the rock behind him, vibrating softly.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of powder rose from the reeds and blew against our faces in the wind.

It contains numbing powder and lime; it stings your eyes when it gets in, and numbs when you inhale it—it's really pungent.

Ye Xiao stopped breathing instantly, shifting his feet half a foot to clear the way from the draft. The white powder grazed his face, leaving a pale white trail on the ground.

Someone muttered under their breath, "How did he manage to dodge it!"

The tripwire rose again in the next instant.

Two thin iron chains shot out from the mud, wrapping around his knees and ankles with vicious force, intending to drag him down on the spot so that the knife behind could finish him off.

Ye Xiao did not lift his foot.

He simply shifted his weight down a little more.

"Buzz!"

The iron chain was stretched to its limit and could not be pulled away; instead, it seemed to be "pressed back" by his heavy force. With a "click," the buckle broke open, and the iron chain rebounded, striking the forearm of the person who had buried it hard, instantly tearing the flesh and leaving a red welt.

The knife has arrived again.

Two short knives, one on the left and one on the right, one for slicing the neck and the other for ripping the ribs, worked together ruthlessly and swiftly, a technique specifically designed to prey on the toughest opponents.

Ye Xiao didn't block the knife, but used his elbow instead.

He pushed his elbow outward, deflecting the force of the knife on the left; just as the knife on the right was about to penetrate, he twisted his waist, and his shoulders and back suddenly released and retracted their strength.

"Bang!"

The blade was jolted open, the wielder's fingers went numb, the short knife almost slipped from his hand, and he was also jolted backward by the force of the impact.

Those who were surrounding the attackers felt a chill in their hearts.

Hidden weapons were useless, poison powder wouldn't get close, and ropes couldn't drag him down.

"Use the heavy one! Crush him to death!" someone hissed.

A long stick was snatched from the side, its tip bound with iron, and it struck hard in the chest with great force.

Ye Xiao finally took a half step back.

They weren't pushed back by the impact; they retreated on their own.

As that half-step landed, a sudden chill pierced my chest, like an ice needle stabbing deep into my meridians.

He pressed the thorn down, burying it under his foot.

The next instant, he stepped forward, his palm pressed against the stick.

The force of the stake builds up in circles, and the silk threads wrap around in circles, completely dismantling the force on the stick.

"when!"

The iron rod struck his shoulder, but his expression remained unchanged.

The man holding the stick turned pale first, his arm bones ached from the shock, his tiger's mouth split open, and he almost dropped the stick.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints: "He clearly didn't release any vital energy—how can he still be so heavy!"

Someone nearby panicked even more: "It looks like a bloodletting! It really looks like the power of a bloodletting!"

"Martial artists typically release their vital energy during combat, but he didn't. What's going on?!"

A moment of panic.

Ye Xiao seized the opportunity, rushed into the crowd, got close, and twisted his arm around the person.

"Click!"

The cracking sound of a dislocated joint comes faster than a scream.

Before the man's knife could even fall, his hand was crippled. Just as he was about to scream and rush out, Ye Xiao pressed down with the heel of his palm against his throat.

His voice stopped abruptly, and he went limp, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The first life landed.

Someone instinctively took a half step back from behind the rocks, but his heel got caught in the mud and he almost fell.

He then realized that his legs were shaking.

Dead people aren't scary; what's scary is that Ye Xiao's breathing didn't even falter.

Another person used an iron ruler to sweep the legs to make up for it, sweeping low and hard, specifically targeting the shinbone.

Ye Xiao slightly raised his knee, as if his leg bones were locked. The iron ruler bounced back half an inch after hitting it, and he followed up by stepping on the line of force between the other person's instep and the ground.

"Click!"

The instep collapsed, and the man immediately knelt down, his forehead hitting the mud.

The next instant, Ye Xiao pressed down with the base of his palm, pressing down on the back of his neck.

"Bang!"

The person lay down and never got up again.

A second life.

The blood was still hot, but the people surrounding them had already lost half their breath.

Someone gritted their teeth and stepped in, two short knives closing in from the front and back. The one in front aimed for the ribs, the one behind for the throat; both were close-quarters, stealthy attacks, specifically targeting the moment you took a breath.

Ye Xiao did not back down.

First, the stance firmly anchors the waist and hips. Then, the body is turned to one side, and the front blade glides past the ribs, taking only a sliver of clothing with it.

The blade followed, slicing down to the side of the neck.

Ye Xiao slightly hunched his shoulders and back, his stance and qi and blood surging, not to grab the knife, but to grab the man's wrist.

"Click."

The wrist collapsed first, and the blade paused for a moment.

This meal is enough.

Ye Xiao moved closer and placed the heel of his palm on his chest. It was silent and without explosion, but he simply stacked the force of his stance until it was fully formed.

"Bang!"

The man's sternum collapsed on the spot, and before he could spit out a mouthful of blood, it was choked up inside his chest cavity. His eyes rolled back, and he fell down like a puppet with broken strings.

A third life.

The other knife-wielder beside him was terrified; his knife was still in mid-air, but his foot had already taken a half-step back.

At that very moment, someone else threw a needle.

The needle tip is coated with poison, and the needle body is as thin as a hair, designed specifically to break the skin and draw blood.

"bite!

""

The needle tip touched Ye Xiao's knuckle as if it were touching an extremely tight membrane. No blood was seen, only a soft popping sound, and it flew off at an angle in the blink of an eye, embedding itself in the crack in the stone.

The faces of those who were surrounding and attacking changed instantly.

"I can't break through it?!"

"Is this skin even human skin?!"

Ye Xiao raised his hand and brushed his knuckles together, the white mark quickly disappearing. His voice was flat and cold: "Too weak."

One sentence cut open their gallbladder.

They finally realized that they weren't surrounding and killing each other; they were courting death.

Just then, a figure moved from behind the rocks.

Gao Qing emerged from the shadows, his collar buttoned up tightly, his eyes as cold as iron at the bottom of water.

If he doesn't come out soon, this group will scatter—and if they scatter, this prepared opening won't be an ambush, it will be a death trap.