Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 15: Only Killing
The flashes of swords and sabers continued in the gloomy sky, and dazzling sparks flew with every collision.

The shouts and screams intertwined together, making people's eardrums hurt.

The man in black was agile and moved decisively and quickly, moving through the crowd like a black ghost, the weapon in his hand shining coldly.

Although the supervisors were numerous and powerful, they gradually fell into a disadvantage due to the protective advantage of the iron armor worn by the men in black. From time to time, supervisors were injured and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Xu Yunfan moved carefully through the crowd, his steps as light as a civet cat, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, fearing that he would be accidentally drawn into this crazy vortex of killing.

His heart was in his throat and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. In this cold weapon fighting environment where people could die at any time, the only way to have a chance of survival was to be doubly careful.

After crawling all the way to the edge of the battlefield, Xu Yunfan saw Zhou Feng not far away. The other party was following a tall, fair-skinned man with a nervous expression. He followed closely and did not dare to move away from him.

He quickly looked away, and just as he paused for a moment, a supervisor noticed him and ran over.

He remembered that this supervisor was the guy who threw garbage like pancakes in the mine before.

Carrying Li Haomiao on your back is always a bit ostentatious and attracts attention.

Li Haomiao felt Xu Yunfan's heart begin to beat violently, his blood boiling. He whispered, "That supervisor is only just getting started in martial arts. Martial arts training requires courage, strength, and effort. If you don't have courage, even if you have unparalleled skills, once you encounter the slightest obstacle, your state of mind will collapse, and you'll have no further progress on the path of martial arts."

"Be brave and diligent, forge ahead courageously, and maintain your momentum. This is a battlefield! Retreat means death, charge forward!"

Xu Yunfan forced himself to suppress his turbulent emotions and silently recited the mantra of "Supreme Good is Like Water" in his heart. Although he had not yet mastered the Lin character formula, it helped him calm down quickly.

He no longer hesitated, and rushed towards the supervisor with quick steps, his footsteps like the wind. As he used all his strength, his body brought up a strong gust of wind.

When the supervisor saw this, a hideous smile instantly appeared on his face, and his flesh was twisted like a devil.

He swung his long sword violently, and the blade flashed with a cold light, drawing a cold arc in the air, wrapped in a whistling wind, and slashed towards Xu Yunfan's head.

Xu Yunfan's whole body was tense, every muscle like a fully wound bow, ready to be released.

Just when the long sword, carrying with it a whistling force of wind, was about to split him in half.

He suddenly exerted force on the soles of his feet, and there seemed to be an invisible force pulling his feet and the ground. Then he twisted his ankles quickly, twisted his waist and hips, and dodged to the side.

His movements were light and smooth, as if they had been practiced thousands of times, and he easily avoided the fierce and fatal attack.

Xu Yunfan thought to himself, "Is it that the supervisor can no longer lift the knife, or is it that my reaction speed has increased?"

I reacted too quickly!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Yunfan's eyes were as sharp as torches. He met the ferocity and astonished eyes that had not yet faded from the supervisor's face. The supervisor's sword strike missed, and he was about to retract the sword.

He roared and swung his arms.

The rough iron pickaxe in his hand seemed like a heavy hammer at this moment, whistling and tearing through the dull air, making a sharp "woohoo" sound.

The pickaxe stabbed like lightning with an indomitable spirit.

The supervisor was terrified and raised his hands to stop it, but it was too late.

The tip of the pickaxe was like an arrow, drawing an arc in the air, moving from back to front with unstoppable force.

With a muffled "puff" sound, the wound pierced through the supervisor's neck.

Blood gushed out and splashed in the air.

Xu Yunfan tugged and pulled, and the supervisor's neck was instantly covered in blood and flesh. Before he could even scream, he collapsed to the ground, breathless. Instantly, the smell of blood filled the air, a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Li Haomiao smacked his lips.

"So cruel!"

It turns out that my strength has reached this level.

The supervisor who used to make me bow my head and dare not look him in the face can't even stand a step in front of me now.

In an instant, the depression that had been accumulating in Xu Yunfan's heart since the time travel was fully released, and a feeling of exhilaration surged in his chest.

As the hormones in his body rose rapidly, his blood surged, and he quickly adjusted his energy and spirit to the best state at the moment.

The crude iron pickaxe in his hand turned lightly with his fingers. Xu Yunfan did not hesitate and glanced around. When several supervisors not far away saw this scene, they paused, hesitated, looked at each other, and finally rushed over.

Xu Yunfan's pickaxe was enough to show that the other party was not only an beginner in martial arts, but it was very likely that he had already mastered a certain martial art to a certain degree.

If they fight alone, they are definitely no match.

Xu Yunfan naturally would not let these supervisors surround him. After clearing the supervisors who were blocking the way in front of him, he exerted his speed to the extreme.

Looking at a supervisor who rushed to his side, his eyes were cold, and he raised the pickaxe in his hand. As his arm muscles bulged and veins throbbed, his waist and hips sank.

Using his body as a bow and his arm as a string, the pickaxe in his hand fell like a heavy hammer, with such force that it cut through the air and made a humming sound.

The supervisor was horrified. He had not expected Xu Yunfan to attack so quickly and hastily. He had only raised the weapon halfway when the tip of the pickaxe pierced his head and he died on the spot.

"If only I had a hammer."

Xu Yunfan sighed and swung the pickaxe, but he was still a little unsatisfied. The Bronze Body Skill was a hammer technique and should be a prerequisite for some kind of hammer martial arts.

He looked around the battlefield and found that no one was using a hammer weapon.

When they were halfway there, Xu Yunfan's eyes moved slightly. He saw Yang Gan holding an iron whip not far away, waving it like a snake. For a moment, he prevented four or five men in black from getting close to him. With one swipe of the whip, the ground was smashed, and rocks and dirt flew everywhere.

If you are not careful, you will see a man in black being whipped and lying on the ground. The wound is bloody and deep enough to see the bone.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yunfan immediately changed direction. This person had mastered the art of skin training and specialized in horizontal training. He also had malicious intentions towards him. If he bumped into him head-on, he would be in great danger.

Xu Yunfan stared at Fang Mushan who was speeding ahead. Seeing that the other party was speeding up, he had to speed up as well.

Fortunately, he has the skill of "Speedy Legs". Although the name does sound cheap, he is extremely good at long-distance running. Every time he takes a step, the core muscles of his legs are engaged, as if a force rises from the soles of his feet, pushing him out like a spring.

Not long after, when they ran one after the other to the foot of a mountain ridge, away from the battlefield, they saw a supervisor jump out in front of them, holding a long whip, raised his hand and flicked his wrist towards Fang Mushan.

The long whip cut through the air like a poisonous snake, making a whining sound as it moved towards Fang Mushan in front.

Fang Mushan's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and grasped the whip firmly in his hand.

Under Xu Yunfan's gaze, Fang Mushan's arm muscles bulged slightly, and he pulled back. The supervisor seemed to be pulled by a violent bear, with a force of a thousand pounds, twisting his entire body and causing him to stumble towards Fang Mushan.

(End of this chapter)