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The rebuke sounded particularly abrupt in the noisy hall.

On his warhorse, the general, who was about to watch the monks' heads roll, seemed to sense something, and his eye twitched suddenly.

He turned his head and looked in the direction the soldier's spear was pointing.

My gaze pierced through the flickering flames and landed squarely on the figure of a tall, imposing man.

The eyes hidden in the shadow of the helmet revealed a sharp, almost tangible killing intent.

Fang Cheng stood there calmly, motionless, ignoring the shout.

The ignored soldier's face hardened, and he let out a low growl.

He gripped the ash wood spear tightly with both hands and thrust it forward suddenly.

The sharp spearhead pierced Fang Cheng's heart, and a strong wind rushed towards him.

Just as the tip of the gun was inches away from his chest.

Fang Cheng suddenly reached out with his left hand, his five fingers like iron pincers forged from fine steel, and grabbed the rough wooden gun barrel.

The soldier's eyes widened as he felt his arms suddenly slam into an invisible iron wall.

The overwhelming force of the shockwave caused his hand to split open, and blood spilled out.

No matter how hard he gritted his teeth and exerted himself, the spear was stuck in mid-air and could not advance even an inch further.

Before he could change his move, Fang Cheng twisted his left wrist outward.

"Crack!"

The sturdy ash wood gun barrel broke in the middle, splinters bursting out.

Fang Cheng suddenly lowered his waist and hips, bent his right knee and launched a flying kick that landed heavily on the soldier's head.

"boom!"

With a muffled bang, the soldier's head, clad in a cast iron helmet, exploded like a watermelon struck head-on by a battering ram.

The violent force brutally crushed the metal and bones.

The cervical spine broke on the spot, and pale skull fragments mixed with red and white brain matter sprayed wildly backward in a fan shape.

Blood gushed from the neck of the headless corpse, splattering all over the ground.

The massive body flew backward with violent kinetic energy, knocking over several of his comrades who were holding torches.

Finally, it crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab, twitched twice, and then became completely still.

Only a fragment of the lower jawbone rolled away in the pool of blood, making a crisp clattering sound.

The area in front of the main hall fell into a deathly silence.

The soldiers, their faces smeared with brains and blood, stood frozen in place, their expressions completely frozen.

Thick blood dripped down their chins, and their hands trembled violently, causing the swords and knives in their hands to clatter to the ground at their feet.

Inside the hall, the old monk, who had been preparing to face execution, stopped turning his prayer beads.

His cloudy eyes suddenly widened as he stared in astonishment at the young man outside the threshold who had kicked someone's head off with a single kick.

The strangely dressed man, who looked like a god of death descended to earth, appeared calm and unperturbed.

It was as if he had just casually crushed a fly.

"interesting."

On horseback, the general sneered and looked down at Fang Cheng.

The heavy beast-devouring chainmail undulated slightly as he reined in his horse and turned around.

The plates pressed against each other, producing a dull metallic clanging sound.

A strong, pungent stench of rotting corpses, mixed with the smell of blood, spread outwards like ripples on water.

The light from the surrounding torches seemed to be suppressed by this malevolent aura, and the flames all tilted outwards, becoming dim.

Fang Cheng casually tossed aside the half-broken piece of wood he was holding, calmly staring at the other person, his right hand hanging at his side slowly clenching into a fist.

At the same time, the brain is working at high speed.

There was something clearly wrong with the general in front of me.

Beneath that heavy, cold armor, two distinct yet intertwined auras seemed to lurk.

The outer layer exudes a frenzied and violent energy, filled with a bloodthirsty desire.

But deep within it lies another faint yet familiar aura.

Like a trapped beast with its throat chained, it is struggling and resisting desperately in the abyss.

The two auras intertwined and coexisted, creating an extremely eerie situation.

"kill!"

The general didn't give Fang Cheng time to continue investigating the truth. He suddenly roared and violently slammed his legs against the horse's belly.

The warhorse let out a neigh, its iron hooves, as big as bowls, rising high into the air.

Then, with the force of a thousand pounds falling to the ground, it smashed through the bluestone steps of the main hall and rushed down.

In mid-air, the general gripped the end of the fine iron halberd with one arm, and using his waist and abdomen to swing the heavy weapon in a semi-circle.

The halberd's blade tore through the gray mist in front of the main hall, accompanied by a whistling sound, and struck straight at Fang Cheng's head.

Before the halberd even arrived, a powerful wind pressure descended first, causing the surrounding soldiers to raise their hands to cover their faces and disperse in a ring.

Fang Cheng's bangs danced wildly behind him, his eyes gleaming as he locked onto the halberd blade slashing down from mid-air.

The blood and qi in my body were like boiling magma, flowing back into my right arm through the meridians.

A dark red tinge quickly rose to the surface of his skin, and his swollen muscles nearly burst his sleeves.

Six seconds of charging, and the Qilin Arm is in full power.

Fang Cheng clenched his bright red fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

"boom!"

He stepped back half a step with his right foot and stomped down suddenly.

The hard stone slab ground collapsed instantly, creating a pit half a meter wide, as if it had been hit by a battering ram.

Using the reaction force of this kick, the spine is connected segment by segment like a great dragon, and the power goes from the sole of the foot to the waist and hips.

He instantly transformed into a dark red streak of light, charging straight up to meet the descending halberd.

Its body violently smashed through the air, producing a thunderous sonic boom.

That's incredibly fast!
The general's pupils contracted sharply, and he could only catch a glimpse of a blinding red light.

In mid-air, Fang Cheng exerted force from his waist, causing his body to tilt to the side in the extremely confined space.

The cold blade of the halberd grazed his nose and slammed into the stone slab with devastating force.

With a loud bang, the ground was cleaved open, creating a trench several meters long.

Large chunks of gravel mixed with mud shot out in all directions like projectiles, clanging and rattling against the armor of the surrounding soldiers, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

"Go to hell!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the halberd blade hit the ground, Fang Cheng stretched his back in reverse, and his right fist, which had been charged up to its peak, slammed into the general's face with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

This punch was unavoidable.

"Boom!"

The powerful and unparalleled fist struck the very center of the faceplate armor.

The heavy iron helmet could not withstand such terrifying punching force, and its surface dented and cracked instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the entire helmet exploded and shattered.

The iron shards shot out in all directions, embedding themselves one after another into the red-lacquered wooden pillars of the main hall, their ends still trembling and chirping incessantly.

The violent impact sent the general sprawling backward onto his horse, his back slamming against the saddle with a dull thud.

The tattered helmet fell off, revealing a young and handsome face.

At this moment, however, his facial features were violently distorted due to extreme pain.

The moment Fang Cheng saw that face clearly, his pupils contracted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's Cheng Jiashu!

In the instant the thought flashed through his mind, he abruptly stopped his planned left-leg combo. Using the edge of the saddle for leverage, he gracefully flipped backward, landing steadily on the stone steps ten meters away.

On horseback, Cheng Jiashu gasped for breath, his hands loosening their grip on the halberd and covering his head with the helmet.

"Kill me...kill me now..."

His lips moved with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly, filled with deep weariness and pain;
"Don't make me...kill anymore..."

Fang Cheng frowned, standing still and observing the other party's unusual behavior.

Just two seconds later, the struggle and pleading on Cheng Jiashu's face were forcibly suppressed by a ferocious aura.

His facial muscles twitched, and when he reopened his eyes, eerie green flames flickered deep within his pupils.

"Shut up! Your life belongs to me, and only I can decide your fate!"

Another hoarse male voice roared out from the same body's throat.

He straightened up abruptly, gripped the halberd shaft tightly with both hands, his full head of black hair moving without wind, and glared fiercely at Fang Cheng:
"Hehe, I've already recognized you!"

"So you're the guy who ambushed me that night wearing a mask, and you used the exact same moves as before!"

Upon hearing this, a thought flashed through Fang Cheng's mind, and he looked at his opponent with some hesitation:

"You are... Jiang Chen?"

His gaze swept across the burning temples around him, and he recalled the secrets about Gufeng Temple that Cheng Jiashu had once told him.

Fang Cheng instantly understood.

This was not a pure nightmare, but rather Cheng Jiashu's consciousness being taken over by Jiang Chen.

For some unknown reason, in this bizarre dream, Cheng Jiashu is forced to play the role of Jiang Chen from two thousand years ago, uncontrollably repeating the atrocities committed against Gufeng Temple.

However, his remaining rationality continued to fight desperately.

That punch just now broke Jiang Chen's mental suppression, allowing Cheng Jiashu to break free for a moment.

But the old monster had a very deep foundation and instantly regained control.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, quickly devising a countermeasure in his mind.

"It's been half a year, and you, an ant, have certainly improved your strength quite a bit."

Jiang Chen's eyes gleamed with a fierce green light, and a cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth:

"But to defeat me, brute force alone is far from enough!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chen, holding a halberd in one hand, leaped off his horse.

The moment their feet touched the ground, large areas of the blue bricks collapsed and cracked.

He transformed into a pitch-black whirlwind, sweeping in with overwhelming force.

The attack was far more ferocious and swift than it had been on horseback.

The halberd swept across, cutting into a thick log pillar in front of the main hall with overwhelming force.

With a loud "crack", the pillar, which was as thick as two people could hug, was cut in half at the waist.

The roof of the side hall, which had lost its support, cracked with a snapping sound, and large pieces of roof tiles, beams, and wood debris crashed down, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time had their spines broken by the thick beams and were crushed under the rubble with screams.

The old monk kneeling beside the prayer mat was dragged and pulled backward by several young novices, narrowly avoiding the collapsing wall.

The courtyard in front of the main hall was instantly shrouded in dust.

wow-

The halberd swept away the broken wood, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, before being withdrawn and thrusting towards Fang Cheng's face once more.

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."

Even with Fang Cheng's incredible speed, he couldn't create distance in time when faced with the repeated thrusts of such a heavy long weapon.

Seeing that the halberd blade was already close to his brow, he slid his upper body to the left and at the same time turned his right forearm outward, accurately striking the non-stressed part of the middle of the halberd shaft.

Using the force of the halberd thrust, he flipped backward in mid-air to avoid Jiang Chen's subsequent sweeping attack.

The halberd blade grazed the hem of his clothes and struck a half-person-high stone lion beside the steps.

The hard bluestone statue instantly shattered into pieces, sending dust flying everywhere.

After landing, Fang Cheng lightly touched the ground with his toes.

His body shifted several meters to the right like a swift flying close to the ground, dodging another powerful slash that seemed to split a mountain in two.

Faced with the dense, powerful shadows of halberds, Fang Cheng moved with the agility of an ape.

He sometimes moved with butterfly steps, dodging and weaving, and sometimes leaped into the air to avoid sweeping attacks that cut across the ground.

Unable to attack Cheng Jiashu and avoid harming him, Fang Cheng was forced to switch to a defensive, hit-and-run style of combat.

Ke Chen clearly had no reservations, and with his ferocious power, he wielded his halberd to constantly squeeze Fang Cheng's space to dodge.

The hard stone steps were crisscrossed with deep grooves carved by the sharp blades of halberds, and the broken stones flew everywhere in front of the hall like hidden weapons.

While using the force of the attack to deflect it, Fang Cheng quickly analyzed the situation.

This is a dream world, a world of subconscious clashes.

In reality, bone density and muscle fiber strength are non-existent here; all you can rely on is the memory of techniques honed through countless repetitions.

In dreams, battles are fought based on who has higher mental attributes and stronger consciousness, which translates into physical attack power and speed.

Currently, I am in someone else's dream world, not my own home world which I have absolute control over, and there are many variables.

Moreover, Jiang Chen, a ghoul king who has lived for two thousand years and survives by devouring flesh and souls, possesses extremely powerful spiritual energy.

In this away game environment, in terms of attrition warfare, there is absolutely no way we can outlast the opponent.

Therefore, we must act swiftly and decisively!

Fang Cheng's face was ashen, his deep gaze fixed on the trajectory of the halberd.

The biggest problem right now is that he is held back by Cheng Jiashu's life and cannot unleash his full killing move to strike.

If this body is forcibly destroyed, Cheng Jiashu's consciousness will likely be annihilated along with it.

The key is to find a way to break the deadlock...

"It's not interesting to lose focus after only a few rounds of fighting!"

Jiang Chen keenly sensed the change in Fang Cheng's emotions, let out a cold shout, and the muscles in his arm holding the halberd bulged.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The halberd emerged like a venomous snake from its hole, accompanied by a piercing sound as it tore through the air, instantly creating three afterimages.

This move, "Phoenix Three Nods," is a mastery of the essence of spear and halberd thrusts. It is extremely fast and, with an incredibly tricky angle, completely blocks Fang Cheng's escape routes to the left and right, aiming straight for his face and throat.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed.

If you can't avoid it, then don't try to avoid it!
Instead of retreating, he risked having his neck pierced by a halberd and stepped forward to meet the onslaught.

Just as the halberd blade was about to touch his skin, Fang Cheng's upper body folded to the side and back at an inhuman angle.

The cold blade grazed his jawbone, its sharp edge slicing through a section of fabric at his collar.

Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Chen's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, Fang Cheng pushed off the ground with both feet and slid his body along the ground, instantly cutting into the inner area that was extremely difficult for the halberd to defend.

Fang Cheng once again used close-quarters combat techniques!
He grabbed Jiang Chen's right wrist, which was holding the halberd, with his left hand and pressed his fingers firmly against the pulse point.

His right arm slipped through a gap in the opponent's armor, and he used his backhand to firmly lock the edge of the armor on the back of the opponent's neck.

With a sudden burst of power from his waist, he lowered himself down, and his right leg cut in from the outside behind Jiang Chen's supporting leg.

He suddenly used a grappling technique from Jiu-Jitsu, pulling and dragging, combined with a sweeping leg that disrupted his balance.

The immense leverage force directly overturned Jiang Chen's massive body, which was clad in heavy armor.

Clang!

The two tangled together and fell heavily to the ground.

The heavy armor struck the bluestone slab, creating a large network of cracks.

The moment he landed, Fang Cheng's movements did not falter at all.

He wrapped his legs around Jiang Chen's right arm and neck like a giant python, locking his ankles around his knees and popliteal fossa, quickly transforming it into the most ferocious triangle rear-naked choke in Jiu-Jitsu.

At the same time, he grabbed Jiang Chen's left arm with both hands, pressing the other's elbow against his own hip, pulling him into an armbar that reached the limit of human endurance. (End of this chapter)