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"Are you proud of your strength?" Ye Mingshang whispered.
"Uh..." The young man's muscles tensed, the bulging flesh quivering slightly as he gritted his teeth, his fierce gaze betraying a hint of fear.
"Your strength is decent, but unfortunately... it's too weak."
Bang!
"Ah!"
With a slight twist of his hand, the young man's arm, as thick as a waist, was bent at an exaggerated angle. His body leaned to one side in an attempt to lessen the pain.
"Stop it!"
"Let him go!"
Several people raised their weapons, their faces filled with fierce expressions. Although it was a competition, they were comrades. They couldn't just stand by while their companion was bullied like this.
Ye Mingshang calmly surveyed the surroundings.
"What? Planning to win by numbers?"
A strong-looking individual stepped forward, arms crossed, and said solemnly, "If you let him go, I can let you leave."
The other person's gaze was serious and sincere, as if they were speaking from the heart. However, if one could easily trust someone from a demonic sect, it would be akin to walking into a trap.
"Hey!"
Faced with a group of people surrounding him aggressively, Ye Mingshang smiled, a smile filled with mockery.
"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who's easy to deceive? I've already made it to your doorstep; do you think you'll let me go? Ha! Hahaha! I’m afraid you're just calculating how to make me die."
His gaze turned cold, revealing a hint of disdain. The corners of his mouth curled into a sneer as he looked down at them. "Don't even talk about your lies. Even if you really let me go, I wouldn't leave. Since I've come here today, it's to ensure that all of you die!"
Upon hearing this, the other party frowned, and the expressions of the others were filled with hostility.
A powerful aura slowly brewed, the result of too many killings that brought forth a murderous intent!
"What? Do you think having numbers will help? How naive!" Ye Mingshang's eyes turned icy.
Bang!
"Ah!"
With a single whip kick, the burly youth was instantly sent flying, his body skimming the ground and leaving a long trail behind.
"You! Seeking death!" The opponent was enraged, their eyes widening as they unleashed their own aura.
Ye Mingshang flexed his wrists and coldly scanned the room. "Right now, it's not about whether you can let me go; it's about the fact that I don't want any of you to live. Everyone must die!"
Boom!
A powerful aura was unleashed, forcefully suppressing the aura of the hundred or so opponents. Even the one with a strong presence had to shield himself with his arm, struggling to open his eyes.
Whoosh!
A torn burlap cloth was thrown into the air, followed by a pitch-black Dragon Horn Ink Gun gripped in someone's hand.
With a cold dark hue, icy eyes, and a chilling killing intent, the atmosphere was colder than the harshest winter, leaving everyone momentarily stunned.
"Hell is beckoning you."
Tap!
With a light step on the ground, creating a small pit, Ye Mingshang propelled himself forward with the recoil and lunged at the imposing man with his gun.
The man’s eyes widened in shock.
Swish!
Clang!
Silver flashed as a clear sound of metal clashing rang out. Ye Mingshang leaped high into the air, drifting backward.
"Damn it!"
Being repelled was a lie; using the force was the truth. Taking advantage of this reaction force, Ye Mingshang quickly moved in front of the crowd behind him, turning in mid-air and swinging his spear.
Swish!
"Ugh!"
"Ah!"
"Crack!"
The spear tip sliced through the air and also through several throats.
They were standing too closely together, and with just one thrust, five lives were taken.
The slashing of their throats did not cause immediate death; their eyes widened as they slowly fell, one hand clutching their necks tightly in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Their mouths opened and closed helplessly, another hand reaching out as if to plead for help, trying to grasp onto life and prevent it from slipping away.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
These were elite soldiers who had undergone rigorous training, but the enemy they faced was too strong, leaving them no time to react before their lives were taken.
After eliminating five people, he continued moving, using a heavy drop to land on the ground. He then stepped forward half a pace, gripping the spear with one hand and using it like a club to strike down heavily.
This time, the opponents reacted and hurriedly raised their weapons to block, but...
Crack!
Accompanied by the sound of weapons breaking, their lives came to an end, one by one, with bones shattered and muscles torn. Those who were directly attacked had their internal organs crushed.
With this move, nearly ten people lost their lives.
"Damn it!" The man with a commanding presence glared, his face filled with rage as he raised his weapon, ready to charge forward.
"Hey! Can your weapon still block a shot?"
Hearing the voice from the other side made him halt in his tracks, glancing at the weapon in his hand.
"What?!"
He saw that the blade of his Fine Steel Broadsword was riddled with chips. The surface was covered in cracks, and he could even see light shining through from within!
This sword was already ruined; it would probably shatter completely with just a slight impact.
A look of terror and disbelief filled the man's eyes. This sword had been passed down from his grandfather's generation, crafted by the best blacksmith of that time, forged with great care at the end of his life. It could cut through iron like mud and had never failed him. He had always relied on this sword to straightforwardly break his opponent's weapons and cleave through both man and weapon alike.
But today, his Treasure Blade had been destroyed in the same manner?!
Impossible!
Yet, despite his disbelief, the reality lay before him.
Clang!
A small stone, flying in from who knows where, struck the blade, and with a clear sound, the sword shattered into dozens of pieces.
"No!"
It was not just the sword that broke; it was also his faith and hope.
The sword was shattered.
He felt as if his world had collapsed. His legs went weak, and he knelt down. The fierce, commanding presence he once had was gone, replaced only by despair.
The sword was ruined, and so was he...
Watching this scene unfold, Ye Mingshang shook his head, and Sha Yi, sitting on the railing not far away, also shook his head.
A good weapon can give an ordinary person the power to slay a strong opponent and can make a strong person even stronger. However, the strength of a weapon is merely external; without a strong heart of a warrior, relying solely on a weapon will lead even the weapon to look down on you.
At that time, what he valued in this Fellow and chose to promote him for was his warrior's heart. Unfortunately, his warrior's heart was tied to the sword; when the sword shattered, so did his heart.
Shaking his head and no longer looking at him, Sha Yi knew that this person no longer had the qualifications to be his captain. (To be continued.)
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