The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 48 Ferocious Power!

Hong Yuan didn't care whether there were any survivors or not, and charged forward, landing in the side room.

With a swift thrust of his short stick, it spun and clashed with the short spear still embedded in the soldier's chest, the two weapons locking together with a crisp 'clang'.

A deadly chokehold gun in hand!
Hong Yuan didn't even draw his spearhead. With a gentle lift of his hand, he lifted the armored soldier's corpse and smashed it down, knocking over two armored soldiers who were coming to meet him.

Before the two could get up, a whooshing sound ripped through the air.

Two shots pierced the throats of the two men almost simultaneously; the armor plates on their throats were like tearing silk before these cold, hard spears!
Guo Zhen cried out in a hoarse voice, "I am Guo Zhen, the Left Commandant of the Golden Soil Camp! Whoever kills this traitor for me, I will recommend him to join the Golden Soil Camp as a captain!"

The words echoed in the courtyard.

Upon hearing this, the remaining martial artists, who had been terrified by Hong Yuan's ruthlessness, and even the guards around the other nobles, all began to have their own ideas.

A commander of the Golden Soup Camp, who is in charge of at least one or two hundred regular soldiers, is practically a meteoric rise for these military men.

The third master of the canal gang, Jin, had a change of expression. He gritted his teeth and ordered his guards, "Quickly, go and save Commandant Guo! Hurry! Hurry!"

He didn't care about the position of Qianzong, but if he could help Guo Duwei, the favor would be too great, and it would be of great help to stabilize his position in the canal gang and even advance further.

Before these people could act, suddenly, a sharp aura emanated from beneath Hong Yuan's feet, like a venomous snake that had been hiding for a long time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

A long sword, gleaming with a cold light, suddenly pierced through the floor, striking upwards, aiming straight for Hong Yuan's vital area.

As the chilling aura erupted, a cold voice rang out: "'Heart-Piercing Sword' Lin Xiu, kill this scoundrel for the Captain!"

Among the many martial artists in this Heroes' Arena, three are the most popular: Smiling Buddha, 'Iron Chain Across the River' Zhao Heng, and 'Heart Piercing Sword' Lin Xiu.

When the martial artists rushed towards Hong Yuan earlier, Lin Xiu also made a move, but instead of leaping onto the terrace to fight him head-on, she quietly went to the side room below Guo Zhen.

He is waiting.

At this moment, the hidden true energy erupted, and the surging power converged on the longsword.

Lin Xiu had not yet reached the level of 'controlling the power of the sword', but he had already touched the threshold. At this moment, his outburst was truly like a hurricane, shattering the floor inch by inch. His sword light was as cold as lightning, arriving in a flash.

A swift and deadly sword strike can pierce through an enemy from bottom to top in an instant.

Lin Xiu wore a sinister smile, as if she could hear her opponent's screams and see herself in brocade official robes, giving orders with an air of superiority.

Until with a 'poof' sound, the swift sword light was extinguished gently, like a candle flame.

It was a foot that extinguished the candle!

Hong Yuan stomped down, and the lightning-fast sword light should have pierced through his foot, but under this stomp, the longsword trembled and actually slid off to the side, and was then stepped on by him.

The next instant, a powerful force emanated from the sword and spread to Lin Xiu's palm.

Lin Xiu was a young man in his early twenties with a cold expression. At such a young age, his martial arts skills had reached such a level, which made him a promising young talent with a bright future.

But with this shockwave, Lin Xiu didn't have time to drop the sword. The sword became a seesaw, and with a muffled thud, it sent him flying.

They flew straight to the second-floor room.

A large hand descended, gripping his neck as if strangling a squawking duck, and lifted him into the air.

"Who are you going to kill?"

Hong Yuan met his gaze, his expression unfriendly.

In that short time, Guo Zhen's guards had already crashed through the back wall and jumped down with Guo Zhen on their backs.

Lin Xiu suddenly felt weak all over, and managed to squeeze out two words: "Spare me..."

"How old are you? Still acting like a child!"

Hong Yuan turned his gaze and saw a large, fat figure rushing toward Yang Erhu on the terrace.

It was a smiling monk with prayer beads hanging from his head—the Laughing Buddha.

This is also why Hong Yuan didn't pursue Guo Zhen.

Without changing his expression, he grabbed Lin Xiu and darted out, arriving first despite being behind. He treated Lin Xiu as a heavy hammer and smashed her down hard on the smiling Buddha.

Unexpectedly, the Smiling Buddha chuckled, as if he had been prepared all along, and shifted his body in a strange and unpredictable manner.

Although he was broad-shouldered and large, his steps were extremely swift and agile. As his monk's robe fluttered, he resembled a large, fat goose flapping its wings.

Sa!
While deftly dodging the blow, he moved to Hong Yuan's side and unleashed a fist the size of a bowl, aiming for Hong Yuan's temple!
Lin Xiu's body crashed through the railing, and sharp wooden splinters burst open, piercing his chest.

As Hong Yuan smashed down, just as the new force had dissipated and the old force had not yet been generated, a fist strike from the side of the Smiling Buddha broke through the air, and a sharp force also came from behind.

Wow!
The chains rattled as a powerful force swept from behind Hong Yuan, striking his neck. It was Zhao Heng, the last of the three, known as "Iron Chain Across the River." The two men had realized that Hong Yuan and Yang Erhu had an unusual relationship, and their attack on Yang Erhu was merely a feint; their real intention was to lure him into a trap and strike him from both sides.

At this moment, the two gathered their strength and attacked simultaneously, unleashing their true power in a deadly strike!
"Die!"

Zhao Heng was a dark-skinned middle-aged man. A chain about two zhang long was wrapped around his arm, with one end coiled like a dragon. It looked as if this venomous dragon was about to devour his opponent.

laugh!
A flash of silver light suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye. A silver beam pierced through the air like lightning, penetrating the gap in the chains and piercing through in an instant.

Zhao Heng felt a chill run down his spine, lowered his head, and the ferocity on his face froze.

A silver spear pierced his body, and as the spearhead was pulled out, it also took away all his strength.

Hong Yuan swung his gun in a backhand motion and shot Zhao Heng dead. At the same time, he clenched his left hand and punched the Smiling Buddha's fist.

Whether it was the swordsman Lin Xiu, or the Smiling Buddha and Zhao Heng, they were all extremely experienced in combat and their methods were very shrewd.

Even a master of the Subtle Realm would likely suffer some injury if he survived these two sneak attacks, even if he didn't die.

After all, in this world, even the most profound martial arts are nothing more than a stronger physique and more in-depth variations in strength, which is not fundamentally different from that of a lower-level martial artist.

As ordinary mortals, they are susceptible to being ambushed and killed.

Hong Yuan was also a mortal, but he had gradually developed some supernatural qualities. The three men's sneak attack had long been detected by his spiritual senses.

Even if he wanted to dodge the big monk's punch, it would have been a piece of cake.

But it is not necessary.

Bang!
With a punch, the Smiling Buddha stopped smiling, his face turning a deep liver color, as if he was about to roar. His huge fist exploded with the sound of bones breaking.

It wasn't just his finger bones that shattered; the powerful force spread upwards, pulverizing the Smiling Buddha's wrist bones inch by inch. Just as he was about to let out a roar, a fist flashed and struck his large, fat face.

The smiling Buddha's body flipped and flew, crashing off the terrace and landing on the floor tiles.

Chaos erupted in the courtyard. The remaining martial artists, the nobles and gentry in the various rooms, and their guards all gaped in astonishment.

Jin Sanye of the Caobang gang had sent out a dozen or so guards to rescue Guo Zhen, but they had only taken about ten steps when they froze, their faces turning pale.

Let them fight this kind of thug?

real or fake?

That's too fierce and powerful!
They had never seen such a vicious person before!

From the moment this person appeared, he severely attacked Young Master Hua, killed He Xiaofeng, and then the group of martial artists rose up to fight him, how long did it all take?
At most, it will only take a dozen or twenty breaths!
The opponent was like cutting melons and vegetables, killing several armored soldiers and more than ten highly skilled martial artists. Such a ferocious person was unheard of, let alone seen or heard of. Only evil spirits and demons in stories could have such ferocity. Who wouldn't be afraid?
Who would dare to step forward and fight?
Hong Yuan flicked his wrist, and the dark spear tip touched the chain. Amidst the intense friction, sparks flew out and landed on the curtain hanging to the ground, quickly igniting into a ball of flame.

With a flick of the spear!
Wow!

The nearly two-zhang-long chain rolled up and swooshed into Hong Yuan's left hand. With a slight squeeze, the chain was only about two fingers thick, tough in texture, and obviously made of very high-quality material.

"You really enjoy watching people fight and kill each other?"

What's the point of just sitting and watching?

"Let me, Hong, give you guys a sense of participation and play a battle royale game together!"

Whoosh whoosh!
With the chain in hand, Hong Yuan moved his palm and it shot out like an angry dragon.

Four massive stone pillars stand around the arena, each topped with a huge gilded bronze basin filled with oil, its gleaming light reflecting off the vast garden.

But as the chains struck like a dragon, they suddenly whipped a stone pillar, causing it to explode into pieces of rubble. A bronze basin instantly loosened and was swept into the air by the chains.

raging!

The copper basin vibrated violently, and flames burst forth from within, with countless sparks blooming in the air like fireworks. Then, the sparks fell to the ground and landed in the surrounding pavilions.

Hong Yuan continued without stopping, the chain spinning rapidly in his palm. Before the shattered stones could even hit the ground, he struck them out with the chain, creating a series of clanging sounds, like the ringing of bells and chimes.

Oil splattered from the three bronze braziers, and sparks flew in all directions, even landing on some people who were fleeing in panic and unable to dodge in time, causing a chorus of screams.

At the same time, fireworks also rose from the four pavilions.

Screams erupted, and many figures swayed, crying out for their parents, as they all fled in panic.

Only then did the young master pull his head out of the floor, screaming in unbearable pain. His once handsome face was now a bloody mess.

Suddenly, his head felt heavy as a foot stomped down on it. A voice said, "Teacher, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)