47: Chapter 47 Instant Kill Across Ranks, Overwhelming with Heavy Armor

Wang Mu received the order, and his right-hand flag signal dropped decisively.

Five hundred elite cultivators in the rear row drew their blades simultaneously. Spiritual energy surged from their dantians, flowing through meridians that had been tempered countless times by the Foundation Suppression Method, and converged into their crimson flame sabers.

The fire-glow runes on the blades were pushed to the critical point by the extremely compressed spiritual energy; the orange-red hue faded, and white blade auras condensed into a single line.

Five hundred crimson flame sabers slashed out simultaneously.

The white blade auras shot out from between the shield gaps, so dense there was no gap, forming a web of death woven from blade light that covered all living things within thirty zhang in front of the shield wall.

The beast-bone armor of the berserker warriors was like thin paper before the white blade auras.

As the blade auras swept past, armor shattered, flesh tore, and blood mist exploded outward.

The densest group of berserker warriors in front of the shield wall was sliced into fragments filling the sky within a single breath.

They didn't even have time to scream.

The screen in the livestream was filled with blood at this moment. The barrage comments paused collectively for two seconds, then flooded the screen at an even more terrifying speed.

"One volley? A single volley cleared them out?!"

"What about those berserker warriors' armor? What about their blood-energy protection? How is it like cutting tofu?!"

"Is this the output of Qi Refining Stage 9? The Qi Refining Stage 9 I studied can't be the same as his, right?"

The commentary booth was silent; the three commentators stared at the peak spiritual energy output on the data panel, dumbfounded.

That value had already broken through the theoretical upper limit of Qi Refining Stage 9, approaching the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

But the system panel stated clearly that everyone was at Qi Refining Stage 9, with no one having broken through to Foundation Establishment.

Wang Mu gave no one any room to process this.

The second volley of blade auras followed immediately, with another five hundred white blade lines slashing out from the shield gaps. The coverage was even larger than the first round, sweeping directly across a depth of fifty zhang in front of the shield wall.

The berserker warriors were shredded in rows. The red torrent broke into fragmented streams before the shield wall, and the ground was covered with severed limbs and shattered battle axes.

The howls of the Iron-Spine War Wolves also came to an abrupt end; those war wolves charging at the very front did not even leave behind intact corpses.

Wu Tie stood at the rear, his expression shifting from horror to livid, and then to ashen.

His meticulously trained Bloodthirsty Legion hadn't even lasted half a quarter-hour in their berserk state.

They weren't repelled. They were slaughtered. A one-sided, defenseless massacre.

Wu Tie snapped out of his daze and roared hoarsely, "Retreat! The whole army, retreat!"

But the warriors in the berserk state had lost most of their reason; the front row was still desperately throwing themselves at the shield wall, while the rear row heard the retreat order but couldn't turn around, as the path ahead was already blocked.

The rout came faster than the charge. The formation collapsed with a roar.

Wang Pingan had been waiting for this moment.

Wang Mu's flag signal dropped for the third time.

Fifty Psionic Heavy Cannons turned their muzzles simultaneously, aiming at the escape route behind Wu Tie, and fired three volleys.

One hundred and fifty beams of psionic light shattered the rock layer on the retreating soldiers' path. The black rocky ground was smashed into a series of deep pits, and debris and flames sealed off all retreat channels in the southwest direction.

Wu Tie was trapped.

There was a shield wall in front and artillery fire behind, as for the flanks...

Five hundred Heavy Cavalry charged out on horseback simultaneously. Iron hooves crushed the rocks, their lances leveled, and blood-colored aura wrapped around the tips. Five hundred dark red ribbons of light cut into the flanks of the routed army simultaneously.

The impact force of the Cavalry, under the blessing of extreme compression, far exceeded the level of their peers. Every lance pierced through the body of a berserker warrior without any resistance; the tip entered through the chest and brought out a spray of blood from the back, continuing to pierce the next one without losing speed.

The five hundred Cavalry completed the encirclement from both flanks, compressing Wu Tie's remaining subjects into a surrounding circle with a radius of one hundred zhang.

The infantry shield wall pushed forward in sync, the crimson flame saber auras continued their output, and the encirclement grew smaller and smaller.

Watching the last few hundred berserker warriors squeezed together with no room to swing their axes, despair finally crept onto Wu Tie's face.

Three thousand five hundred men. From the start of the war to now, not even a quarter-hour had passed, and over three thousand were dead.

He had exhausted all his trump cards, not even leaving a reserve force, yet he hadn't even shaken the shield wall opposite him in the slightest.

Wu Tie's hand holding the heavy sword trembled slightly. "No... impossible..."

"How could your subjects be so strong... You are just a newcomer at the Divine Being stage... This is unreasonable..."

No one answered him.

Wang Pingan stood on the high ground, his gaze sweeping over the encirclement and landing on the faint point of light behind Wu Tie.

The Divine Core Projection.

Every contestant carried a Divine Core Projection in the fragment, which was equivalent to their life anchor within the fragment. If the Divine Core Projection was destroyed, it meant they were forcibly eliminated, and all points would be cleared and transferred to the killer.

Wu Tie's Divine Core Projection was floating three steps behind him, emitting a dim gray light.

Wang Pingan ordered coldly, "Wang Mu, Artillery Battalion, lock onto his Divine Core Projection."

Wang Mu had been waiting for these words. The fifty Psionic Heavy Cannons had completed calibration, and all muzzles were aimed at Wu Tie's position.

Wu Tie's pupils dilated suddenly. "You cannot..."

Before he could finish his sentence, three Psionic Heavy Cannons fired simultaneously.

Three beams of psionic light hit the Divine Core Projection behind Wu Tie. The gray light trembled violently under the psionic bombardment for half a breath, then shattered into a sky full of light spots and dissipated into the air. (Not a real-world kill)

The system notification popped up on Wang Pingan's panel.

[Killed contestant Wu Tie (Tianlang Star), obtained all his points.]

[Current ranking: First.]

As Wu Tie disappeared, the remaining few hundred berserker subjects also turned into light spots and dissipated simultaneously. The Divine Core Projection shattered, which was equivalent to the disconnection of the Divine Kingdom connection, and all deployed subjects were automatically recalled.

The battlefield returned to silence. On the black rocky ground, only remains, broken battle axes, and smoking shell craters remained.

Wang Shan rode around in a circle on his warhorse. After confirming there were no remaining enemies, he raised his lance and pointed it directly at the sky.

"Long live the Divine Lord!"

The five hundred Cavalry shouted in unison, and the one thousand infantry struck their Black Iron Shields with their crimson flame sabers; the sound of metal clashing echoed in the ruin area.

The phantom of the evil-spirit tiger roared with its head held high above the army formation, appearing more solid and fiercer than before.

Inside the Seventeen Stars livestream, the barrage comments fell into a carnival after a brief silence.

"Instant kill! He instant-killed the seeded contestant from Tianlang Star!!!"

"A quarter-hour! Less than a quarter-hour from engagement to kill! Three thousand five hundred people wiped out!"

"What did Wu Tie say before? To trample Wang Pingan under his feet? Now who is trampling whom!"

"Zero logistics can't last three days? He doesn't need to last three days; he sent you home in a quarter-hour!"

On the commentary stage, the main commentator rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm he hadn't misread the data panel.

"Dear viewers, I must emphasize again: in the entire process of Wang Pingan killing Wu Tie, the number of casualties among his three thousand subjects was zero."

"Zero."

"Three thousand five hundred bloodthirsty berserker warriors charged with full force, and his troops suffered zero casualties."

The co-commentator was already speechless, only able to repeatedly flip through the battle damage data, his facial expression becoming more exaggerated with each flip.

Tianhai Star, Lin family ancestral home, council hall.

The teacup in front of Lin Boyuan shattered.

It wasn't set down, but crushed by his fingers. Porcelain shards pierced his palm, and tea mixed with blood dripped down his wrist onto the table.

He stared at the replay of Wang Pingan's legion crushing Wu Tie in the projection, his lips pursed tightly, the veins in his temples throbbing.

The secret agent beside him spoke cautiously, "Third Elder..."

Lin Boyuan raised his hand abruptly, and the secret agent immediately fell silent.

The council hall fell into a long silence.

Lin Boyuan looked at that Immortal Martial Legion in the projection, their formation intact and unscathed, the blood from his fingertips pooling into a small puddle on the table.

He finally spoke, his tone extremely light, but every word exuded anger suppressed to the extreme.

"The combat power of this legion far exceeds intelligence assessments."

"No matter what means he used, this is no longer the foundation a newcomer at the Divine Being stage should have."

"We underestimated him."

No one dared to respond.

Lin Boyuan slowly pulled the porcelain shards from his palm, wrapped the wound with a handkerchief, and regained a calm tone.

"Pass the word down: do not touch Wang Pingan again during the preliminary stage."

"Wait until the format for the semi-finals is released before deciding."

The secret agent received the order and withdrew.

After the council hall door closed, Lin Boyuan sat alone in the main seat, his gaze falling on that puddle of tea stains mixed with blood.

He was not afraid. He was re-evaluating.