28: Chapter 28 Martial Artists Don't Need Health Bars

A bloody wind blew against his face.

That two-ton War Boar didn't care about the human in front of it at all.

In its simple neural pathways, he was nothing more than a fragile piece of straw that would break at the slightest touch.

It didn't even slow down to adjust its posture; its four hooves flew, churning the mud into a mess, and its speed actually increased a notch.

"Get out of the way!"

Li Shaobai's voice cracked slightly.

With this kind of kinetic impact, let alone a person, even an armored vehicle would be flipped over.

Instructor Su Qing grit her teeth; she had just started to Move when she realized the distance was too great, and she simply couldn't make it in time.

Lin Qi didn't Move.

His feet were spread front and back, his soles seemingly taking root as they dug firmly into the mud.

The Primordial Stance.

This posture looked ordinary, but it was the most basic and core force-neutralizing technique in the martial arts era.

But he wasn't a god.

Using his current Physical Body strength to withstand this level of charge head-on was a death wish.

So he had to use his brain.

"Hoo—"

At the very instant the boar's head was about to slam into his chest, Lin Qi took a sharp, deep breath.

His chest cavity bulged high, like an inflated leather ball.

The muscle fibers under his skin tightened frantically at that moment, becoming as hard as a steel plate.

Skin Refining, fully activated.

But he didn't push forward; instead, at the moment of contact, his body followed the massive force of the impact and flew backward.

Like an iron ball placed on a spring.

Bang!

The dull thud of the impact made one's teeth ache.

Lin Qi's entire body was like a baseball being hit, sliding straight back.

His feet never once left the ground.

The black gravity restraint suit weighed a hundred catties, and at this moment, it became the best ballast.

He plowed two deep furrows into the ground, soil churning and turf flying everywhere.

He slid for more than ten meters.

Crack.

His back smashed through a small tree the thickness of a bowl, and his body finally came to a stop.

The entire field fell silent.

Except for the dissatisfied grunts of the War Boar in the distance due to its momentum being blocked, no one spoke.

The hemostatic spray in Zhang Wei's hand fell to the ground.

"Is... is he dead?"

Wang Gang swallowed hard, looking at the motionless figure in the distance.

Taking a charge from a Level 8 Source Beast head-on.

Even Zhao Tie with his so-called 'Iron Wall' wouldn't dare play like that.

The War Boar shook its head, seemingly a bit dazed as well.

It felt as if it had just crashed into a rock wrapped in cotton; although it had sent the rock flying, its own snout was numb with pain.

In the ruins, that figure moved.

Lin Qi leaned against the broken tree and stood up unsteadily.

The sleeves of his arms were completely blown away, leaving two tattered strips of cloth hanging from his shoulders.

The exposed skin on his arms showed a terrifying purplish-red color, which was bruising caused by large-scale rupture of subcutaneous capillaries.

"Cough, cough."

Lin Qi bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead of crying out in pain, he grinned.

The smile was a bit neurotic.

"Refreshing."

He moved his neck, his cervical vertebrae making crisp popping sounds.

That intense pain from walking the edge of life and death caused the dormant essence in his body to begin boiling.

Every inch of muscle was cheering, reorganizing.

This was true cultivation.

It was much more exciting than practicing mindlessly in a gravity room.

"He's not dead?!"

Li Shaobai's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"The bones aren't broken."

Instructor Su Qing stared at Lin Qi's arms, her tone very heavy.

She saw it.

In that instant just now, Lin Qi used his retreat to shed at least seventy percent of the force, while the remaining thirty percent was borne entirely by his Physical Body.

Just how thick was this kid's skin?

"Roar!"

The War Boar was furious.

It felt its majesty had been severely challenged.

An insect actually wasn't crushed to death?

It scraped the ground with its front hooves, two streams of white vapor spraying from its nostrils, preparing to launch a second charge.

Lin Qi frowned.

He reached for his waist, but felt nothing.

From that collision just now, that fifty-yuan street-stall dagger had flown off to who-knows-where.

"It's hard being a pauper."

Lin Qi shook his head.

He glanced at the small broken tree behind him.

It was iron birch, with decent hardness.

He reached out and snapped off a wrist-thick branch, about two meters long.

This thing certainly wasn't as useful as an alloy spear, but there was no other choice now.

Crack.

Lin Qi put the tip of the branch in his mouth, bit down hard, and then gave it a sharp tear.

The wood splintered, leaving a jagged, sharp break.

This would be the spearhead.

"Prepare for battle!"

Instructor Su Qing shouted, gripping her dagger in a reverse hold as she prepared to rush forward to support him.

"Don't come over!"

Lin Qi didn't even look back, shouting directly.

Instructor Su Qing's steps faltered.

"This beast's aggro is entirely on me now."

Lin Qi weighed the branch in his hand; although it was a bit light, it was barely manageable.

He looked at the War Boar that was building up power, and his gaze gradually turned cold.

That cynical laziness disappeared.

In its place was a focus belonging to a top-tier predator.

"If you guys come up, you'll only mess up its attack rhythm, and that would just be causing trouble for me."

Li Shaobai laughed out of anger.

"Causing trouble? You're taking a broken branch to solo a Level 8? Who do you think you are? The Reincarnation of a Martial Saint?"

Lin Qi ignored him.

He didn't need to explain.

In that game, he had once used a chopstick to pierce through a Dragon's eyeball.

A branch?

It was enough.

"Come."

Lin Qi beckoned to the pig with his finger.

The War Boar roared and launched its charge once again.

This time, it had learned its lesson.

It didn't go straight; instead, it slightly lowered its center of gravity, its tusks aimed at Lin Qi's thighs.

As long as it severed the leg tendons, this human would be meat on the chopping block.

Lin Qi moved.

But he didn't retreat, nor did he dodge.

Holding that broken branch, he actually took the initiative to charge toward the two-ton War Boar.

One man and one pig rapidly closed the distance in this narrow forest clearing.

"Madman..."

Zhang Wei covered his eyes, not daring to watch the following scene.

Five meters away.

Lin Qi gripped the end of the branch with both hands; his pace didn't slow down, and instead, his final step was an enormous stride.

His right foot slammed onto the ground, his body rushing forward with momentum.

There were no flashy Moves.

Just basic spear fundamentals.

The Mid-Level Thrust.

The branch carried the sound of the wind, piercing straight toward the War Boar's crimson eyes.

Fast.

Accurate.

Ruthless.