thefictionvixens Chapter 48 Who is born? Who dies?
Chapter 48 Who is born? Who dies?
"We've come to kill you!"
Just like before, the first to be unable to restrain themselves and leap out were still the two heroes of the You family from Juxian Village!
The two brothers each used a hundred-chain steel shield, combining offense and defense. You Ji and You Ju moved in a tacit and coordinated manner. The two steel shields blocked Russell's retreat from the left and right, while attacking his head, neck and waist from above and below!
The shield tore through the air, emitting a sharp, low whistling sound.
Russell, however, simply grabbed the edges of the two shields with his bare hands, and two ear-piercing sounds of metal scraping and twisting rang out almost simultaneously!
The expected scene of blood and flesh flying did not occur. Russell's fair and slender hands gripped the edges of the two hundred-chain steel shields like iron clamps, his five fingers deeply embedded in the steel!
The You brothers were horrified, feeling an irresistible, immense force emanating from the shield, causing their hands to split open and their arms to go numb.
Before they could change their moves and withdraw their strength, Russell suddenly exerted force with both arms, and the hundred-reinforced steel shields in their hands exploded on the spot like fragile tiles, shattering into pieces!
"What?!"
"This is impossible!!"
The You brothers stared wide-eyed, their hearts sinking in shock. On the day they completed their training and left the mountain, their master had said that as long as the shield was there, they would live; if the shield was gone, they would die. Even if they were to survive by sheer luck, what face would they have to live on in this world?
But Russell wouldn't give them the chance to commit suicide. In the time it took them to be stunned, Russell had already stepped forward and thrust out both palms, striking the two men squarely on the jaw.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud like a drumbeat, the heads of the You brothers snapped back at an eerie angle, their feet instantly leaving the ground. A clear sound of bones cracking came from their necks, and they flew straight out like kites with broken strings, dying on the spot.
"Father! Uncle!" A young man roared in grief and anger from the crowd, drew a single-edged sword, and charged at Russell without regard for anything else!
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Russell looked up and casually kicked the shield fragments on the ground. The fragments, with a piercing whistling sound, pierced through You Tanzhi's head, bringing out a spray of red and white matter. Then, without slowing down, they pierced through more than a dozen Juxianzhuang disciples behind him, and blood blossomed in the crowd!
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"Master! Young Master!"
Seeing the master's father, son, and brothers perish in an instant, the hundreds of retainers brought by Juxian Manor charged towards Russell in a fit of rage.
Russell sneered, accepting all comers.
For the next fifteen minutes, Russell explained to everyone present what violent aesthetics was.
Fists, palms, elbows, knees, shoulders, legs... every part of his body has been transformed into the most terrifying killing weapon.
There are no unnecessary frills, only absolute overwhelming power.
With each breath of the palm, those struck suffer broken tendons and bones, shattered internal organs, and the force of the finger strikes vital organs; where the fist or elbow passes, the skull cracks and the chest collapses.
Limbs and severed arms were thrown around, and in the blink of an eye, 120 corpses lay on the ground.
By this time, the once-illustrious Juxian Manor had ceased to exist in every sense of the word.
That's intense?
Among the Beggars' Sect, Quan Guanqing was speechless, and several others had their Adam's apples bobbing and their hearts pounding wildly.
"Shuashuashua——"
Those who had hidden weapons in their hands also made their move at this moment.
Countless sharp weapons tore through the air like a dense black raindrop, hurtling towards Russell.
Russell did not try to dodge, but instead raised his arms and shook and rolled them up.
His powerful arm strength and force stirred the airflow. Centered on him, the air seemed to turn into a viscous vortex, generating an inward pulling force that enveloped all the hidden weapons before pushing them outward.
With a series of whooshing sounds, the hidden weapons that he had just blocked with his powerful airflow suddenly shot out at an even faster speed than when they came.
The screams of agony instantly merged into one, and the martial arts practitioners near Russell were instantly covered in blood, collapsing one after another like wheat being harvested.
In just one move, a large area of the arena was cleared out, and the pungent smell of blood was so strong that it was almost impossible to dispel!
Just then, Zhuo Bufan seized an opportunity in the crowd and suddenly sprang up. A three-foot-long sword slashed through the sky, and amidst the clear and resounding sound, the sword light shone brightly. Wherever the sword passed, the incomparably sharp sword energy cut out ripples in the air!
This sword strike had been brewing for a long time and was incredibly fast. In a flash of silver light, the tip of the sword was already pressed against Russell's chest.
"I won!"
Seeing Zhuo Bufan's sword pierce Luo Su's chest, everyone except the people from Wangwu Mountain showed a look of surprise and joy.
Only Zhuo Bufan, the swordsman, was deathly pale.
Why... can't I get it in?
He had already used all his strength; the tiger's mouth of his hands was cracked, and the veins on his arms bulged like earthworms. He poured all his internal energy into the tip of the sword, but no matter what he did, he could not pierce Russell's flesh more than half a centimeter.
He felt as if his sword had struck an iron ingot, and his eyes showed a deep disbelief.
Russell did not answer, but simply grabbed Zhuo Bufan's throat with a blank expression. A powerful suction force burst forth from his palm, instantly turning Zhuo Bufan into a dried corpse.
Russell casually tossed Zhuo Bufan's corpse aside and exhaled a long breath of foul air tinged with the smell of blood.
Zhuo Bufan's sword strike was truly spectacular. The timing, angle, and speed were all superb. Most people would have been defeated by it.
Although Russell realized what was happening, his brain told him there was no need to dodge, and he also wanted to test his current body, so he let the sword strike him.
He was very satisfied with the result. With his current physical strength and the surge of his qi and blood, ordinary swords and blades could hardly break through his defenses.
Russell glanced at the crowd, who were frozen in place, stretched his shoulders, and tilted his head to look at the Beggars' Sect members in the crowd: "Since you won't kill me, I'll kill you!"
Like a dragon emerging from the abyss or a tiger roaring in the deep mountains, he took a step forward and deliberately crashed into the crowd before giving anyone a chance to react.
A violent burst of energy erupted from where he landed, sending up turbulent waves, scattering debris, and leaving trails of afterimages.
The Tianshan Six Yang Palms were unleashed with full force. As the palms flew, the Yin and Yang energies circulated continuously. The palm force was unpredictable, pulling the person in front of him closer and causing them to stagger. Then, the palm force was released again, penetrating the body and shattering the person's internal organs.
He galloped through the crowd, leaving trails of destruction and carnage in his wake.
What was originally a scene of hundreds of people surrounding and killing one person has, unknowingly, turned into a situation where the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.
It transformed into a scene resembling a ferocious beast suddenly charging into a flock of sheep and slaughtering them en masse.
Before long, the Beggars' Sect headquarters was piled high with corpses and rivers of blood.
The pungent, nauseating stench of blood permeated the entire venue.