The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

Wu Tieshou's head.

Those eyes were still open, seemingly retaining the shock and resentment of the last moment before death.

Blood dripped from her hair onto the ground, making a soft, pattering sound in the quiet night.

"Hey, Wu!"

Upon seeing this scene, Liu Wen and Liu Wu's eyes instantly turned red, and they let out a heart-wrenching roar.

They had known Wu Tieshou for a long time and had learned some skills from him. Although they were nominally superior and subordinate, their relationship was more like that of a master and apprentice.

Seeing their mentor die a gruesome death, his head held like a trophy, the grief and shock almost caused them to lose their reason instantly.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Liu Wu, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere, broke free from Liu Wen's support and charged towards the man in black without a care in the world.

"Don't go!"

Jiang Shaosheng tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The man in black looked at Liu Wu rushing towards him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He simply lifted his foot casually.

Just as Liu Wu was about to rush in front of him, he kicked out.

The movements were simple and direct, and it was impossible to tell how much force was used.

But Liu Wu, weighing 140 or 150 pounds, was sent flying backward the moment his foot touched the ground.

While still in the air, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He fell heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.

"Awu!"

Liu Wen's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed forward like a madman.

The man in black didn't even bother to change his movements; he kicked the same thing again.

Liu Wen met the same fate as Liu Wu.

The two brothers lay side by side on the ground, their fate unknown.

The whole process was so fast that it was impossible to react.

Hong Pu was completely dumbfounded.

too strong.

This is no longer a question of whether it's strong or not.

This is crushing.

Jiang Shaosheng's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew the man in black was powerful, but he didn't expect him to be this powerful.

Dealing with the Liu brothers was as easy as stepping on two ants.

The thought flashed through Jiang Shaosheng's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

Thinking about these things now is useless.

The man in black casually tossed Wu Tieshou's head to the ground.

His gaze then fell on Jiang Shaosheng and Hong Pu.

"two."

He spoke coldly.

"It's just the two of you left."

Jiang Shaosheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew there was no way he could escape.

Then there's only one option...

He switched the dagger in his hand to his left, and slowly lowered his right hand, assuming the starting stance of Bajiquan.

"Shaosheng..."

"Hongpu".

Jiang Shaosheng didn't turn around, but said in a low voice.

"I'll charge in later. You find a chance to run as far as you can, and don't look back."

"Damn it! We'll die together!"

Hong Pu roared, raising his wooden stick and standing next to Jiang Shaosheng.

Jiang Shaosheng felt a warmth in his heart, followed by a wave of bitterness.

To die together?

It seems the only outcome is that they will die together.

The man in black looked at the two men who had taken up their stances and seemed to find it somewhat amusing.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, it's futile and overestimating its own strength."

He uttered a single sentence calmly, then walked towards the two of them.

That invisible pressure was almost suffocating.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Shaosheng's forehead.

His muscles were tense, his instinct for danger was heightened to the extreme, and he locked onto every subtle movement of the other party.

Nearly.

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

It's now!

Jiang Shaosheng roared and suddenly exerted force with his feet, charging straight towards the man in black like an arrow released from a bow.

He didn't choose any fancy moves, but instead poured all his strength into his right shoulder.

Bajiquan, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!

This is the most powerful move he can currently use.

His intention wasn't to injure the enemy, but rather to use the impact to create a chance for Hongpu to escape.

However, the man in black's response to his full-force collision was so simple it was despair-inducing.

He simply raised his right hand and extended one finger.

index finger.

Just as Jiang Shaosheng's shoulder was about to collide with his chest, his index finger gently tapped Jiang Shaosheng's shoulder.

Jiang Shaosheng felt that the force he had generated—enough to break a small tree—vanished without a trace the moment he touched the other person's fingers, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

A cold, sharp force, like a steel needle, came from the opponent's fingertips, instantly piercing through his flesh and drilling into his bones.

"Ugh!"

Jiang Shaosheng let out a painful scream. His entire right arm instantly lost sensation, feeling numb and painful, as if someone was stirring his bones with a red-hot iron.

He lost his balance due to this strange force and staggered backward.

one move.

It doesn't even qualify as a single move.

He lost an arm.

"Shaosheng!"

Seeing this, Hongpu's eyes turned red. He roared, swung the wooden stick, and with all the strength he had, smashed it down hard on the man in black's head.

The man in black didn't even glance at him.

Just as the stick was about to fall, he casually raised his left hand and grabbed it.

Then squeeze it.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

The hard ash wood stick, in his hands, was twisted into a pretzel and snapped in two.

Hong Pu felt an irresistible force coming from the stick, his tiger's mouth was in excruciating pain, and he could no longer hold on to it. The broken half of the stick flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black swung his hand back.

The broken stick, with a whooshing sound, struck Hong Pu hard in the chest.

"puff!"

Hong Pu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew out like a tattered sack, crashing heavily several feet away, where he fell silent.

In the blink of an eye, of the four people, only Jiang Shaosheng was still able to stand.

Jiang Shaosheng clutched his right arm, which was no longer under his control, and looked at his three companions lying on the ground. An unprecedented sense of despair and anger welled up in his heart.

He traveled to this world and has always been cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

All he wanted was to live, and to protect the people he cared about.

But this world won't even grant him this small wish.

He gritted his teeth and stared intently at the man in black in front of him.

"What exactly do you want?"

The man in black seemed to have heard some incredibly funny joke.

"You don't need to know!"

He laughed: "Besides, you already have a way to die."

He approached Jiang Shaosheng step by step.

"However, you are a bit more interesting compared to the others."

He looked at Jiang Shaosheng, and a hint of curiosity seemed to flash in his lifeless eyes.

"Your skills are powerful but lack refinement; you haven't even scratched the surface."

"But your vitality is more vigorous than many people who have practiced external martial arts for more than ten years. It's really strange."

He was like a hunter sizing up his prey, making comments and assessments.

"Besides, that finger strike I just made would have ruined the arm of anyone else. The fact that you can still stand up shows you have good bones and muscles."

He reached out and grabbed at Jiang Shaosheng's neck.

"Perfect timing, our master is most interested in these strange and unusual things. Let's take you back, cut you open and study you carefully, maybe we'll make some unexpected discoveries."

Jiang Shaosheng watched the hand getting closer and closer, and smelled the scent of death.

He tried to dodge, but his body felt frozen and he couldn't move at all.

That invisible pressure had completely locked him in.

It’s over.

These two words flashed through Jiang Shaosheng's mind.

However, just as that hand was about to grab his neck...

"Bang!"

Another loud bang came from the warehouse.

In an instant, Jiang Shaosheng felt as if something had bumped into his back.

An indescribable force surged through him, and he was thrown forward against his will.

The wall behind him, along with the huge cargo box, was actually smashed down from the inside!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust rose in all directions.

Jiang Shaosheng tumbled through the air, completely unable to control his body.

The man in black was startled by this sudden turn of events and took a step back, barely avoiding Jiang Shaosheng who was flying towards him.

Jiang Shaosheng fell heavily to the ground, feeling completely disoriented and as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

He endured the excruciating pain and looked back.

Smoke and dust filled the hole in the collapsed wall.

A tall, bulky, and indistinctly shaped black shadow slowly emerged from the hole.

A foul, putrid stench, like rotting flesh, instantly filled the entire courtyard.

The dark figure seemed to have several broken iron chains hanging from its body, making a rattling sound as it moved.

"roar!!!"

A deep, guttural growl came from the shadowy figure's throat.

The temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop several degrees in that instant.