High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 31 Wandering Dragon
"WAAAGH!!!"

That was not just a simple roar.

It was more like a mental shock formed by the convergence of hundreds of chaotic wills, mixed with the most primal and undisguised bloodlust, like an invisible hammer that slammed into the depths of the souls of all the freshmen in Class 3 of Grade 1.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble at a heart-stopping frequency.

The dark red sand danced beneath my feet, as if trembling in anticipation of the impending tide of destruction.

A green torrent violently gushed forth from the mine shaft, which resembled a gaping abyss!

More than a hundred green-skinned boys, wielding rusty machetes, axes, and metal clubs of various shapes and sizes, formed this destructive wave.

Their running was haphazard, pushing and shoving each other, trampling on the bodies of their companions, all in an effort to be the first to reach the enemy and embed their blades into flesh.

The overwhelming stench, a mixture of rust, sulfur, and decaying unknown organisms, nearly made several students with weaker constitutions vomit on the spot.

"boom--!"

The students' defenses and the green waves collided violently on the wasteland.

The very first contact allowed these geniuses, who had grown up in simulation chambers and training halls, to deeply understand the chasm between "real combat" and "training"—a chasm built of blood and death.

A boy with agile swordsmanship, ranking among the top 20,000 in the high school entrance exam, faced a roaring green-skinned boy. He calmly turned to the side, his alloy longsword drawing a beautiful arc, precisely parrying the opponent's powerful slash.

"when!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

He succeeded, but an unreasonable, immense force—one he had never experienced in any training—rushed wildly down the blade and into his arm.

He felt his entire right arm go numb and tingly instantly, and his hand on his thumb felt as if it were being torn apart. He almost dropped the longsword from his hand.

That one-thousandth of a second of paralysis can be fatal on a real battlefield.

Before he could even adjust his stance, another green-skinned creature rushed out from his blind spot, its blood-red maw gaping wide. The axe in its hand, carrying a strong, pungent stench, slammed down on his head in an extremely simple and brutal manner.

His pupils dilated instantly.

"careful!"

The roommate next to him let out a heart-wrenching scream. He rushed over without hesitation, shoving the boy aside with his own body, and at the same time, he raised his shield sharply upwards.

"boom!"

The heavy battle axe slammed into the alloy shield with a deafening roar.

The boy holding the shield was knocked back by the enormous impact, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

This is merely a microcosm of the entire battlefield.

The seemingly perfect pocket formation meticulously devised by Chu Lan before the battle was instantly shattered by the Green Skins' frenzied charge, which disregarded all tactics and only knew how to fill the gaps with their lives.

The students' advantage lies in their skills and equipment, but the Greenskins' advantage lies in their numbers, their fearless will, and their killing instinct, honed through countless bloody battles, far surpassing that of these sheltered flowers.

A girl skillfully used a dagger to slice open the belly of a green-skinned boy, and dark green intestines and internal organs instantly flowed out, emitting a disgusting stench.

The girl's face paled, and she instinctively took a step back.

But the green-skinned creature seemed completely unaffected.

It glanced down at its spilled entrails, then haphazardly stuffed them back into its abdomen with its free hand. Then, it let out an even more ferocious roar, its scarlet eyes fixed on the girl, and raised the machete in its hand once more.

This madness, which transcends the concept of life and death, completely shattered the psychological defenses of some students.

"what--!"

A boy finally broke down after being surrounded by three green-skinned wolves and suffering a deep, bone-revealing cut on his arm.

He threw down his weapon, let out a terrified scream, and turned to run away.

"Stop! Come back!"

Chu Lan's voice rang out sharply in the team channel, but it was too late.

The boy who was running away had only run less than ten meters when he was struck down from behind by a green-skinned dog that rushed out from the side and chopped down with an axe.

In the distance, Wu Shangfeng's figure vanished instantly, pulling the boy out of the battlefield; otherwise, he would have been instantly engulfed by the surging green tide.

"Stay calm! Everyone stay calm!"

Chu Lan's roar carried an uncontrollable anxiety and anger, "Form groups of four, back to back! Abandon the outer perimeter and move towards the center! Form a circular formation!"

His instructions were timely and correct.

But amidst this chaotic battle, a cold, scythe-like blade of light suddenly appeared.

Shi Potian!
He stood at the very front of the group from beginning to end, facing the frontal assault of at least five green-skinned monsters, without retreating a single step.

His expression was as cold as ice, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if these monsters that devoured people before him were no different from the motionless targets on the training ground.

He moved.

There were no unnecessary movements, just a simple, textbook-perfect step forward.

The sword in his hand drew an extremely simple straight line in the air, almost invisible to the naked eye.

puff!

The unstoppable blade easily tore through the air and ripped open the throats of the three green-skinned boys blocking its path.

There was no loud noise, no dazzling light effects, only the tooth-grinding, subtle sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.

Three ugly, green heads with expressions of disbelief shot into the sky almost simultaneously.

Scalding hot, dark green blood gushed out like a fountain from their severed necks.

Shi Potian's thunderous strike acted like a stabilizing force, instantly calming the student ranks that were on the verge of collapse.

They instinctively began to move closer to Shi Potian, and following Chu Lan's instructions, they quickly contracted, forming four-person defensive circles that, though shaky, were finally taking shape.

The battle, initially a rout, gradually stabilized.

……

"Easy to dismantle!"

Not far away, a boy who was being cornered by two green-skinned men watched helplessly as one of the green-skinned men, who was about to attack him, was hit in the ankle by a shot from the side by Qin Feng.

The green-skin instantly lost its balance, stumbled, and its huge body crashed straight into him, completely blocking the attack path of another green-skin in front of him.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the boy roared "Good!" and thrust his longsword straight through the heart of the unbalanced green creature.

"Good block!"

In another squad, a girl was about to be struck by a huge battle axe. She had already closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.

But the expected excruciating pain did not come; instead, a crisp "clang" was heard.

She opened her eyes and found that Qin Feng had moved to her side and in front of her at some point. The spear in his hand was like a solid barrier, steadily blocking the fatal blow, and the spear did not even tremble.

Every move Qin Feng made appeared so calm and composed, so perfectly timed.

The spear in his hand seemed to have come to life.

Sometimes, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, it would strike from an unbelievable angle during lulls in the enemy's attacks, leaving wounds on the green-skinned creature that, while not fatal, were enough to slow its movements.

At times, it moved like a nimble fish, constantly parrying and deflecting with the gun barrel, diverting enemy attacks into empty space or towards their companions, causing chaos.

Every attack and every defense he made appeared so calm and composed, so effortless.

He brought the concept of "swimming dragon" to its ultimate expression.

Achieve maximum tactical effect with minimal physical exertion.

This is the true essence of the "Thousand Army Spears" spear technique, created for large-scale, long-term battlefield combat!

"Qin Feng, left flank! That guy's charging!"

Qian Duoduo roared hoarsely, his massive body like a moving city wall. Every swing of his heavy hammer brought a howling wind, smashing a green-skinned boy who tried to approach, breaking his bones and tendons.

But there were just too many greenskins. He had just knocked one away when another roared and broke through his defensive range, raising its rusty machete high and slashing straight at Qin Feng's unsuspecting back.

Qin Feng didn't even turn around.

The alloy spear in his hand seemed to be an extension of his body; with the speed of a latecomer, he suddenly blocked backward.

"when!"

A crisp, clear clang of metal clashing could be heard distinctly across the chaotic battlefield.

The deadly cleaver was precisely deflected by the gun barrel.

Using the force of the recoil, Qin Feng spun around like a top, and the spear in his hand transformed into a deadly silver streak, striking out like a dragon!
He used only the most basic and simple techniques from "Thousands of Spears".

His figure, surrounded by three green-skinned boys, moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers and trees, constantly shifting, dodging, and darting about.

Unlike Shi Potian, he did not pursue the ultimate destructive power of a single, fatal blow.

His strength and speed were not top-notch in the class; his spear thrust was not even able to completely penetrate the skin and muscles of the stronger green-skinned man.

But his use of timing, distance, and power has reached a level of consummate skill.

A green-skinned man brandished a battle axe and brought it down on his head.

Qin Feng neither dodged nor evaded; with a flick of his wrist, the tip of his spear gently touched upwards at an extremely tricky angle.

"point!"

This point, perfectly balanced, hit the nerve in the green-skinned man's wrist.

The green-skinned man felt a numbness in his wrist, followed by a piercing pain. His fingers involuntarily loosened, and the heavy axe fell to the ground with a clatter.

Another green-skinned creature swept in from the side, attempting to attack his lower body.

Qin Feng shifted his feet, lowered the gun, and gently "pushed" it.

This seemingly casual move actually contained a subtle and powerful force, like using minimal force to overcome great strength.

Instead of confronting the overwhelming force head-on, he followed the opponent's momentum and gently guided the spearhead, causing the powerful blow to graz his trouser leg and miss completely.

"Roar!"

Seeing that they couldn't break through after a long siege, two more green-skinned boys were attracted by the battle and roared as they charged over.

Five green-skinned beasts launched a simultaneous attack from five different directions, completely sealing off Qin Feng's space to dodge.

"Qin Feng!"

Qian Duoduo was shocked and wanted to rush forward to help, but he was held back by his opponent and could not spare the time.

At this critical moment.

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He took a deep breath, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, and the alloy spear in his hand instantly transformed into an impenetrable, shimmering silver circular barrier as he wielded it.

Gunfire was everywhere, but water couldn't get through!
He had not yet mastered the three deadly moves of the Thousand Army Spear, but he had seamlessly connected the four most basic defensive techniques of "deflecting, blocking, parrying, and sweeping" at an extremely fast speed.

Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!
A series of dense, metallic clanging sounds, like a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves, rang out wildly in front of him.

Five green-skinned machetes and axes came slashing wildly from all directions, but none of them could break through the seemingly thin defensive line formed by the shadows of guns.

He neutralized all the attacks with an incredible and exquisite skill.

"What a gun!"

Shi Potian, who had been lurking nearby, searching for an opportunity to strike, suddenly had a glint in his eyes.

He seized the invaluable opportunity created by Qin Feng, his figure flashing like lightning as he closed in.

The sword in his hand flashed with a chilling, deadly light, slicing through the necks of the green-skinned creatures that were attacking Qin Feng with all their might, their backs wide open, as if cutting through tofu.

puff!puff!puff!
Three heads flew off with a thud, and the three headless corpses, still in their attacking postures, crashed to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, Qin Feng's spear stance suddenly shifted from defense to offense.

He exerted force through his waist, transmitting his entire body's power through his spine, layer by layer, until it finally converged at the tip of the spear.

"drink!"

With a low shout, he thrust out his spear with an unstoppable and fierce momentum.

呲——

The remaining two green-skinned boys were struck squarely by the immense force, letting out a piercing scream as they were stabbed through the heart.

In just a few breaths, the immense pressure faced by the three-person team in dormitory 402 was completely dismantled by their near-perfect teamwork.

Qin Feng's marksmanship displayed an astonishing dominance far exceeding his own strength level on this chaotic battlefield where blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Unlike Shi Potian, he was not an invincible and unstoppable spear.

He is more like an indestructible, yet ever-present, anchor-like reef, ready to seize any opportunity to launch a fatal counterattack.

With his support and defense, Shi Potian's killing efficiency was greatly improved, and Qian Duoduo was able to unleash the impact of his heavy hammer without any worries.

The three-person team from dormitory 402, like a sharp and resilient dagger, firmly anchored themselves on the left flank of the entire battlefront.

They not only held their ground firmly, but also had the capacity to continuously support other dormitory teams that were already struggling and in dire straits.

"Amazing! What incredible marksmanship!"

Chu Lan was overjoyed.

He shouted in the team chat: "Focus on 402! Everyone, follow 402's rhythm!"

The students hesitated for a moment, then, under the pressure of life and death, subconsciously obeyed the order and slowly approached dormitory 402.

As time went on, the situation on the battlefield, under Shi Potian's powerful assault and Qin Feng's steady control, began to tilt in the students' favor little by little, irreversibly.

The students gradually adapted to the Greenskins' fighting rhythm, and their initial fear and panic were replaced by boiling blood and the desire to survive.

They began to skillfully use their techniques, working with their roommates to calmly and efficiently harvest the lives of the green-skinned animals.

When the largest green-skinned leader, wielding a bone-chopping knife, was finally cleaved in two by Shi Potian and Chu Lan under the combined attack, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield suddenly underwent a qualitative change.

“WAAAGH…”

The Greenskins' fanatical roars, which were powerful enough to shake people's hearts, began to weaken, become hesitant, and even tremble slightly.

Their scarlet eyes, burning with chaotic and violent flames, gradually dimmed.

An emotion called "fear," which they hadn't experienced in a long time, began to spread like a plague in the hearts of these beasts who only knew how to kill.

Their movements as they brandished their machetes became hesitant.

Their charge was no longer fearless and suicidal.

Then, something happened that surprised all the new students.

The eight or nine green-skinned boys remaining on the battlefield, their bodies like balloons instantly drained of moisture and courage, began to shrivel, shrink, and shrink rapidly at a visible speed.

The muscles, which were once as firm and muscular as rocks, became loose and weak.

The skin, which was originally a deep, dark green, quickly turned dull and yellow.

The ferocious aura emanating from them, which was enough to terrify ordinary people, vanished in just a few seconds.

"Run!"

It was unclear which of the green creatures, now shrunk to half the size of an ordinary person, let out a sharp, piercing scream filled with endless terror.

With a clatter, it threw down its weapon and, using both hands and feet, turned and ran.

The remaining green-skinned soldiers, as if waking from a dream, abandoned their armor and fled in all directions like terrified stray dogs, heading towards the dark red wasteland in the distance.

(End of this chapter)