131: Chapter 131 Real Combat: Entering an Uninhabited Area

The earth trembled.

The city walls seemed to moan.

That surging, wild Qi and Blood energy, condensed together, rushed toward the crowd beneath the city wall like roaring, massive waves of a blood sea.

Such terrifying Aura was enough to shatter an iron will.

The blood wave towered, killing Intent boiled.

Beneath the city wall.

The pupils of the vast majority of Prodigies suddenly contracted to the extreme.

Their faces turned deathly pale, their breathing halted.

Even though they came from extraordinary backgrounds, even though they possessed exceptional talent, even though they had experienced numerous trials and killings—this scene before them.

Ten thousand Yao Beasts stampeded, Intent on trampling the city wall and devouring everything.

The brutal reality and terrifying killing Intent of tribal warfare rushing toward them felt like an invisible giant hammer smashing heavily into everyone's heart.

Shock, shock beyond measure.

Compared to the cruel, true struggle for racial survival, the past arenas and ranking matches were as gentle as child's play.

At this moment, the shadow of death had never felt so real.

"Clang—!"

A blade sound, clear to the extreme, as if it could sever fear and tear through air pressure, suddenly rang out from a corner of the city wall.

The sound was not loud, but amidst the deafening roar of ten thousand stampeding Yao Beasts and the countless sharp intakes of breath, it pierced everyone's eardrums with absolute clarity.

Gazes followed the sound.

That position—it was Li Wen.

He had, at some unknown time, silently drawn the standard, ancient-styled fast saber from his waist.

The blade edge slanted toward the ground, reflecting a cold light as icy as his current gaze.

His body remained motionless, like a mountain.

The sharp edge that had just ignited in his eyes had now merged completely with the cold blade in his hand.

Within three feet around him, the air seemed to be pushed aside and distorted by an invisible force, forming an area of absolute vacuum.

The illusion of being unremarkable during the strength assessment was completely shattered by this single blade cry.

A deep, restrained, yet resolute Battle Intent capable of tearing apart a thousand armies slowly rose around him.

The storm was coming, the saber was drawn!

"Kill—!"

It was unclear who shouted the first roar, but the thousand Prodigies beneath the city wall instantly transformed into a thousand streams of light, fiercely charging toward the surging torrent of the Yao Race!

Beneath the west city wall, where Li Wen was located.

Hundreds of Yao Beasts surged toward the city top like a black tide.

Rushing at the forefront was a group of lizard-men with scales covering their bodies, wielding blades and shields, their triangular vertical pupils filled with cruelty.

"Good timing!" Li Wen's gaze was sharp as a blade, and the standard fast saber in his hand let out a clear, vibrating hum.

He stepped forward, advancing instead of retreating, actually moving against the surging Yao tide.

Buzz!

The saber had not arrived, but the Intent was already rising.

A layer of condensed grayish-white blade light instantly covered the blade edge.

"Flowing Rainbow · Lve Ying!"

The blade light appeared like a startled swan suddenly flashing, so fast it surpassed the limits of visual capture.

The Blade Technique's Intent stirred, and the air seemed to be torn open by an invisible force, creating a vacuum crack!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

In just one strike! The heads of four shield-bearing lizard demons flew off simultaneously!

Foul Yao blood shot into the sky, transforming into several streams of crimson.

Their tough scale armor and refined iron round shields were as fragile as paper before the blade light.

Where the blade passed, it left behind a mirror-smooth cut surface, and one could even see the wriggling internal organs of the Yao bodies.

[Points + 4!]

A virtual prompt flashed through Li Wen's consciousness.

But this was only the beginning.

His figure did not stop at all; he transformed into a grayish-white afterimage and slammed into the depths of the Yao crowd.

"Flowing Rainbow · Overlapping Waves!"

The long saber flew, no longer a single straight thrust, but like layers of rolling sea waves, each strike stronger than the last.

With every superposition of Blade Technique Intent, the grayish-white blade light grew brighter, and the power climbed geometrically.

The nine layers of blade waves swept through like a raging tide. Wherever they passed, severed limbs and broken bodies of Yao Race members, mixed with fragments of shattered weapons, were thrown backward like a violent rain.

In just five breaths!

The area within three Zhang around Li Wen was instantly cleared.

The ground was dyed dark green with viscous Yao blood, and broken corpses were piled like mountains.

Such fierce and efficient slaughter instantly ignited the attention of the entire field.

"Hiss!"

"What—what Blade Technique is this?!"

Ron Zaka, stationed near the east wall, impaled a wolf demon through the throat with his spear. His peripheral vision caught sight of the instantly emptied 'slaughterhouse' on the west wall, and his pupils violently contracted.

He believed his skill Realm was no less than Li Wen's, but creating such widespread, precise, and efficient damage instantaneously was impossible for him. That practical application of Blade Technique Intent made him feel an extreme threat.

Du Yun, on the other side of the battlefield, strangely avoided several bone spears being shot at him, his long spear flickering out like a spirit snake spitting its tongue to pick off several small demons.

He looked toward Li Wen's direction, his expression unusually solemn.

"Clearly, both of their Physical Bodies are Advanced Martial Artists—his control over power, his guidance of Blade Technique Intent, is already nearly subtle. That grayish-white blade light—it is truly terrifying."

He clearly knew that in terms of skill Realm, as a Peak Momentum Realm expert, he was not weaker than Li Wen, but when it came to practical combat performance and the efficiency of slaughtering Yao Race members, Li Wen at this moment far surpassed him.

No! He surpassed not only him but everyone present.

On all four city walls, chaotic fierce battles raged.

Most Prodigies were caught in bitter struggles.

The Yao Race was not only numerous and fearless of death but also possessed astonishing combat instincts and mutual cooperation.

The poison mist of the snake demons coordinated with the aerial swoops of the eagle demons; the frontal charges of the bear demons covered the sneak attacks of the agile cat demons; tactical combinations emerged endlessly. Dozens of Prodigies were instantly overwhelmed and eliminated by the Yao tide due to misjudgment.

A corner of the south wall.

Nangong Xue's body drifted like snowflakes, sword light dotted everywhere, each light touch precisely piercing the brow of a cat demon whose skill Realm was not high.

Her cold face showed no fluctuation, but her gaze would involuntarily drift north.

That person's presence, on the chaotic battlefield, was like a lighthouse in the dark night—powerful enough to be startling, yet it also made her feel a sense of urgency. "His speed, explosive power, control—perfectly unified. Pure killing efficiency—is this the practical combat capability of a Technique Awakened?"

Main Control Space.

King Chu He, Marquis Qingyuan, and other powerhouses floated on an invisible observation platform in mid-air.

A giant light screen was divided into hundreds of images, tracking every outstanding Prodigy.

The image showing Li Wen instantly zoomed in.

On the screen, Li Wen had just used the "Drooping Heaven Stance" to slice down a giant eagle demon swooping down.

He did not stop; he countered with a "Penetrating Mountain Stance," and the violent blade energy, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, blasted the dozen or so pig demons crowded in the fan-shaped area ahead into a mist of blood, along with their shields.

He didn't even look back at the corpse of the eagle demon he had just struck down.

"Absolute calmness, absolute control. Every strike he makes maximizes efficiency; not a single bit of power is wasted. His movements are fluid, almost perfectly predicting the attack trajectory of every single Yao creature."

Marquis Qingyuan's eyes shone brightly. "As a Peak Momentum Realm expert, the power he displays far exceeds that of others."

"Indeed.", another Marquis-level powerhouse agreed. "His Blade Technique Intent is approaching a critical point. Every act of killing, every swing of the saber, is an impact against that final barrier. This practical combat assessment is an excellent whetstone for him."

On the battlefield, Li Wen's heart was like an ice mirror.

The external evaluations, the shock of his comrades—he completely shut them out.

His consciousness was highly concentrated in the ultimate state of [Absolute Focus | v9].

Every breath, every heartbeat, seemed to merge with the humming vibration of the saber in his hand.

—

Every chop, thrust, and block originated from the deepest instinct of his Soul.

While frantically harvesting the Yao Race, his brain functioned like the most efficient battlefield computer.

His eyes saw everything, his ears heard all directions.

Every flash of the grayish-white blade light precisely slotted into the gaps between the Yao Race's attacks or the nodes of their power circulation.

"Roar—!" A Yao Beast several meters long, covered in sharp quills like a giant pangolin, roared and charged violently from the flank, its Aura ferocious, intending to send Li Wen flying.

Its hard dorsal armor shimmered with metallic luster; attacks from ordinary Advanced Martial Artists could barely scratch it.

Li Wen didn't even look directly at it, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

"Guarding the Gate - Mirror Reflection!" His footwork did not change; the saber-wielding arm swept backward at an incredible angle.

The grayish-white blade light did not clash head-on but carried a strange, viscous pulling force, touching the weakest point of the sharp horn the pangolin demon was charging with.

Buzz! An unbelievable scene occurred.

The massive impact force, imbued with immense power, was actually deflected by this exquisitely precise counter-sweep of blade light.

The pangolin demon's huge body instantly lost control, scraping past the corner of Li Wen's robe and smashing violently into seven or eight wolf demons beside it.

Boom! Amidst the sounds of breaking bones and the miserable howls of the wolf demons, the giant pangolin demon collapsed a small section of the battlement and nearly tumbled down with them.

Conversely, Li Wen, borrowing the counter-recoil force from deflecting the immense power via the saber Intent, his figure moved like a floating feather, dodging several hidden needle volleys without the slightest deviation. His fast saber spun and sliced in one fluid motion.

"Puff! Puff!"

Two venomous bee demons attempting to ambush from above were sliced in half by the grayish-white blade light.

Effortless strength, borrowing force to strike, precise fatal blows.

This scene made Ron Zaka, Du Yun, and others who had been staring intently at Li Wen completely lose their nerve.

"Insight—what terrifying Insight! It's not just seeing the flaw.", Ron Zaka's heart churned violently. "He perceived the flow of power, the change in airflow, even the connection point of every wisp of Qi, enabling him to achieve such a feat of using minimal force to overcome great resistance."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as Li Wen pushed the Shou Que Style to its extreme, neutralizing a wave of encirclement and killing, the ball of light at the center of the Interstellar Gate violently churned again.

Four Auras, several times stronger than ordinary Yao Beasts, soared into the sky.

As the light dissipated, four "Elite Grade" Yao Race commanders, noticeably larger, clad in dark gold rune bone armor, and wielding strange long-handled weapons, stepped out of the Star Gate with heavy strides.

Dense, solid dark red demonic miasma swirled around them. Their scarlet eyes instantly locked onto the strongest Auras on the battlefield—the directions where Ron Zaka, Du Yun, Li Wen, Fang Chenghong, and others were located.

Their ferocious, split mouths curved into cruel arcs.

"Sssiang—I"

Four tyrannical roars shook the entire field.