Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 37 My Buddha is Merciful
"reinforce--"

"The crossbowmen hold the high ground."

"Wear armor."

The armored guards rushed out of the camp the moment the fireworks calling for help started rising.

More than a dozen archers, carrying quivers, ran towards the hill beside the river bend.

The soldiers who rushed out of other military tents quickly coordinated with each other and put on their armor.

Zhang Yuan looked at Yu Changlong who was running towards him in armor.

"Old Yu, I'll leave this to you. I'll go take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed out of the camp.

At the edge of the river bend, three wooden boats were stranded. Because they were loaded with iron ore, Yong'an County arranged for yamen runners to be stationed there, and the Wuwei Yamen also had several black-robed guards guarding them.

"Chaos assists the battle."

Standing on the river bank, Zhang Yuan was whispering something, but he was still running at a fast pace.

A golden-red light flashed in his eyes, and dotted lines crisscrossed in front of him.

Above the three wooden boats, faint red light and shadows appeared.

With his current level of cultivation, unless he is at the Grandmaster level, it is impossible for him to have the red and black shadow.

In fact, if one uses the true essence and soul perception of the innate realm, one can also quickly determine the enemy's cultivation level and position, but that will expose Zhang Yuan's own cultivation level.

He took a step across three meters and flew onto the deck of the wooden boat. The boat had been washed but still had a trace of bloody smell.

At the bow of the boat, two yamen runners lay dead, their bodies soaked in blood.

Before Zhang Yuan arrived at the cabin, an armored soldier was leaning against the door with the armor on his chest broken.

Zhang Yuan reached out and pressed it down, his face instantly darkening.

One blow shattered the sternum and internal organs. It was a blow weighing over a thousand pounds.

"call out--"

"call out--"

The arrow flew over Zhang Yuan's head and went to another wooden boat.

Over there, several pale red beams of light were entangled.

Zhang Yuan turned around and stepped onto the side of the boat. He flew straight up two meters high and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The soldiers on the boat retreated upon hearing this, revealing the figures of several warriors in black clothes in front.

Zhang Yuan was in mid-air, reaching his hand down.

The leading black-clad warrior held a heavy sword and slashed at Zhang Yuan.

This knife was not only fast, but also powerful and significant, clearly showing a high level of skill in the knife.

The blade was facing him, but Zhang Yuan did not dodge or evade. He stretched out his palm and turned it into a fist, and with a swing of his arm, he hit the blade of the heavy sword.

"Bam—"

The warrior who was slashing with the sword couldn't hold the sword anymore, and the heavy sword fell down and hit the deck heavily, with the blade penetrating the deck.

The warrior's face was filled with horror, and he stepped back.

Zhang Yuan fell down, his feet crushing the deck, and several black-shirted warriors in front of him fell into the cabin as the deck shattered.

The cabin was filled with dark and cold iron ore. Before the few people could stand firmly, Zhang Yuan flew over and punched the leading warrior in the chest.

A thousand pounds of force.

The warrior trembled all over, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body went limp.

The strength Zhang Yuan used was so strong that he could lift a heavy object with ease. He punched the opponent with a force of a thousand pounds on the chest. The sternum was not injured, but the internal organs were ruptured.

There is a saying in the martial arts world: shoot the cow from across the mountain.

In fact, this force should be called penetrating force.

This is a form of controlling and applying strength. Only when one's martial arts skills are high enough can one use it with ease.

Killing the enemy with one punch, Zhang Yuan stepped forward, turned around and hit the chest of the warrior who was raising his sword to chop down beside him with his elbow.

Iron fist, turning elbow.

"Bam—"

The warrior with the early stage of acquired cultivation flew out and hit the wall of the cabin, smashing it into pieces and getting his body stuck on it.

In this attack, Zhang Yuan used the mountain-shaking force that made light work of heavy objects.

It seemed like a casual strike, but the power it unleashed was so immense that it shook the mountains.

"The idea is prickly!"

"Come on——"

Zhang Yuan's two attacks were so powerful that the other warriors instantly lost the courage to fight and turned around to flee.

Zhang Yuan glanced around and caught up with a warrior holding a knife in a few steps.

When the warrior saw Zhang Yuan chasing him, he knew he couldn't escape, so he turned around with a long sword in hand and a ferocious look on his face, and chopped at Zhang Yuan's head with the sword.

There are some differences between martial arts techniques and military techniques.

The military emphasizes killing with one strike and quick movements.

There are many martial arts techniques in the martial arts world, which are full of changes of real and fake, making it difficult to guard against them.

If their cultivation and fighting power were equal, this fierce turning sword strike would have forced the opponent to dodge. However, Zhang Yuan's cultivation was extremely high, and his martial arts training was even more perfect and thorough. He didn't even glance at the long sword slashing down.

Step forward with your feet and press your arms forward.

The arm of the warrior in front, wielding a long sword, was blocked by Zhang Yuan's arm.

Zhang Yuan reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting it hard.

"Click——"

The swordsman's arm was broken and twisted at the elbow.

"what--"

The warrior roared in pain, trembling all over, looking at Zhang Yuan in horror.

Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's neck, and lifted him up, letting his feet dangle in the air.

"Tell me, who are you?"

His voice was cold and without any emotion.

These bandits dared to attack the place where the government troops were stationed at night and even killed people, which was a provocation to the Wuwei Yamen.

"me--"

The warrior whose neck was grabbed had a red face and spoke with difficulty.

"I, we are from Guangyuan Village..."

Before he finished speaking, a whistling sound came from behind Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He swung his hand and threw the held warrior away.

"Bam—"

With a loud bang, the warrior who was thrown out had his spine broken, his body twisted, and fell on the pile of ore.

The force of one blow is as heavy as a punch weighing a thousand pounds.

Zhang Yuan turned around and looked at the figure in front of him who was slowly retracting his fist.

In the darkness of the night, the face was not clear, but the bald head was bright.

"Buddhist boxing."

"Buddhists from Liangyuan Territory."

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surging in them.

"When will the reptiles from Liangyuan Territory dare to run wild in my Great Qin!"

With a low shout, Zhang Yuan took a step forward, his body swept by the wind, and he punched out.

The bald figure's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and punched Zhang Yuan, muttering, "Ming Wang Zhen Shi——"

Buddhism spread in Liangyuan area, emphasizing the use of external forces to hone oneself and seek the way of asceticism.

Liangyuan is a cold and bitter place, very suitable for Buddhist practice.

The Buddhist techniques are strong and powerful from the inside out, with a strong force. At the same level of realm, the power of Qi and blood is much more powerful than that of martial arts.

This is also the reason why many warriors of the same level do not dare to fight against Buddhist practitioners.

At this time, the Buddhist cultivator opposite Zhang Yuan was in the middle stage of the acquired realm, and the force of his punch was over a thousand pounds.

That's why, even though he saw Zhang Yuan's powerful strength, he still dared to fight with Zhang Yuan.

"Bam—"

The two fists collided, and there was a loud bang.

Zhang Yuan's body did not move at all. The Buddhist cultivator opposite him staggered and a slight "crack" sound came from his arm, indicating that his bones were broken.

"You, you are not in the middle stage of the acquired period—"

The Buddhist monk raised his head and looked at Zhang Yuan, his eyes full of horror and fear.

Zhang Yuan took a step forward and put his hand on the top of the Buddhist monk's head.

"Tell me, what are you looking for?"

Although tens of thousands of kilograms of iron ore are valuable, it is impossible to move them away.

The only reason is that these people are looking for something.

Very important stuff.

I will find it even if it means killing people.

"Buddha have mercy on me, you can't ask——"

Before the Buddhist cultivator could finish his words, Zhang Yuan pressed down with force in his palm.

"Click——"

The cervical vertebrae were broken and the spine shattered.

The Buddhist cultivator's eyes widened, blood flowed from all seven orifices, he fell to the ground, and his breath stopped.

"If you don't say it, someone will."

Zhang Yuan turned around and looked at the figure running out of the cabin, his eyes falling on the person with the brightest light column.

Late acquired period.

He is considered an expert.

(End of this chapter)