The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 52 Breaking through a hundred armored men! The heavens have been shattered! (4k)

Ignoring the fleeing crowds, Hong Yuan pulled his spear back and strode towards Guo Zhen's nearly one hundred elite and valiant armored soldiers.

The dark gun tip touched the ground, carving a long furrow, and a sharp, piercing scraping sound rang out.

The steady, powerful footsteps landed on the bluestone floor, making a thumping sound like a dense drumbeat, signaling the start of battle.

The drumbeats were in sync with Hong Yuan's breathing, allowing him to quickly recover the little strength he had expended in killing hundreds of people, and making his momentum even stronger.

The nearly one hundred armored soldiers facing his sharp edge, despite being all clad in armor, well-equipped, and numerous, felt their hearts pounding wildly, extremely tense.

Few people witnessed what just happened and were able to remain calm.

One man charged at hundreds of people, all of whom were fierce and strong, including many agile martial artists. Yet, in a short time, he was slaughtered, his body lying on the ground, and his army was routed.

Such martial prowess is no different from the demons in vernacular novels; who wouldn't be terrified by it?
These armored soldiers were still able to wield swords and diligently protect Guo Zhen. Facing such a fierce man, they were still able to muster their courage and fighting spirit, which made them a truly elite force.

The three guards of Linjiang Prefecture: Bailin Guard, Tiebi Guard, and Jintang Camp.

The three guards had more than 10,000 soldiers, with each guard consisting of between 3,000 and 5,000 soldiers.

Within a guard, the commander is the head, followed by the left and right captains.

Guo Zhen, as the Left Commandant of the Jintang Camp, was second only to the Commander, holding a high position and great power, and had the authority to dispatch thousands of soldiers at will.

But these hundred or so heavily armed soldiers were also carefully selected by him, and he had to spend his own savings to piece together the team.

It was precisely because he had over a hundred brave and skilled soldiers that he was able to secure his position as Left Commandant.

Guo Zhen had always been proud of this, but even now, surrounded by armored soldiers and protected by layers of defense, he still felt a chill that cut to the bone, and his face turned pale.

The initial furious outburst was gone.

A sense of regret even welled up in my heart.

Why come back when you've already escaped?

It's too late to leave now. Given the speed of the armored soldiers, they have no chance of escaping if they're being watched by the enemy.

The warhorses were also left in the outer courtyard.

"Protect the Captain!"

At a shout, a man who looked to be at most thirty years old and appeared to be a commander stepped forward with his sword raised, rallying his troops: "He's only one person, he just defeated a bunch of rabble, what's there to be afraid of?"

"With our fighting strength, even a hundred soldiers are enough to crush a thousand or even ten thousand scattered soldiers."

"Think about how good the Commandant has been to us: wine, meat, women, and silver rewards—have you lacked anything?"

As he spoke, the armored commander's eyelids twitched wildly, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He was the leader of this group of armored soldiers, holding the position of captain. He was able to sit in this position not because of his superb martial arts or outstanding ability to command troops, but simply because he also had the surname Guo and was Guo Zhen's nephew, Guo Jun!
"Form up and meet the enemy!"

Guo Jun roared.

Hong Yuan closed to within three zhang, then exerted force with his feet, causing large cracks in the hard floor tiles. He transformed into a streak of light and arrived in a flash.

Sparks flew as the spear dragged against the bricks, and as it reached the armored soldiers, Hong Yuan suddenly changed his stance, turning the spear's dragging motion into a forward charge!

The gun comes out like a dragon!

Amidst the piercing clang of metal, the armor on the chest and abdomen of the first soldier was shattered inch by inch, his sternum cracking as it collapsed backward, the spear tip instantly piercing through him.

Amidst the mournful cries, Hong Yuan swung the armored soldier's spear horizontally, unleashing immense power.

boom!
The spear, carrying immense force, along with the howling armored soldier's body, crashed down like Mount Tai into the nearby array of horrified, raised swords.

Click!Click!
A sickening cracking sound rang out, accompanied by screams that seemed to erupt almost simultaneously, as one after another, fine steel longswords twisted and shattered under the immense force that felt as heavy as a mountain collapsing.

The shattered metal fragments scattered like arrows, clanging against the armor as if a rain of iron had fallen.

Following closely behind, several soldiers either fell to the ground or were thrown into the air, suffering injuries all over their bodies. Some had broken arms, while others had broken necks and were already lifeless.

With a single blow, several armored soldiers were killed or wounded, and the remaining soldiers were thrown into disarray by the flying dead and wounded.

Hong Yuan didn't give them another chance to regroup. The deadly throat-locking gun left afterimages in his palm. This time, it was no longer a smash, but a series of cold, flashing lights.

In an instant, it was as if a cold flame bloomed in the sky, and a few cold lights fell down and shot out like lightning, accurately piercing into the gaps in the armor of the soldiers.

Puff puff!
Its speed was so fast that it was impossible for anyone to react. With the silver spear in his hand, it seemed to come alive, transforming into a ferocious and terrifying dragon with bared fangs and claws, viciously biting at every enemy.

Amidst the sounds of flesh being pierced and screams of agony, more than ten armored soldiers fell backward, their armor stained with blood.

"Don't back down, hold on!"

Guo Jun drew his sword and charged forward, mustering all his strength as he slashed down with eyes blazing with fury.

With a soft "pfft," a flash of silver light passed through his throat, and then the swift shadow disappeared past him.

The moment the fighting began, within a few breaths, about twenty men were killed or wounded, a scene that horrified the surviving soldiers.

Some of the powerful clansmen, wealthy families, guards, and warriors who had scattered and fled to what they considered a safe zone turned back to look. Upon seeing this scene, they were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. They were all terrified and took off running again.

"Run away!"

"This isn't human, it's a demon!"

Hong Yuan only did this because he wanted to test his skills against the battle formation. Otherwise, with his speed, he could have easily circled around to the flanks and broken through the formation.

Of course, Hong Yuan was also aware that these armored soldiers in front of him were not able to exert their true combat power.

When truly clashing with top-tier masters, it inevitably involves charging on horseback, showcasing powerful mobility and annihilation capabilities.

If it were foot combat, they would be equipped with swords and shields, and supported by spearmen. Elite soldiers would hide behind their shields, while spearmen would pierce through like a forest.

If such a situation were to actually occur, Hong Yuan would not easily confront it head-on.

He kept wielding his spear, sometimes using a venomous attack to penetrate the gaps in the armor, and sometimes sweeping it with brute force, smashing the iron armor as armored soldiers were sent flying backward, their bodies shattered.

Or he could simply pierce through the armor with the tip of his spear, penetrating vital points such as the chest, throat, and brow. Under his immense power, the armor would be as fragile as paper, disappearing with a single pierce and shattering with a single tear!
In an instant, more than ten more people were killed or wounded. The remaining soldiers lost all will to fight. With a shout, many of them turned and fled.

"Retreat! Protect me!"

Guo Zhen's face turned even paler, his body swayed and trembled uncontrollably, no longer caring about the injuries to his soldiers.

Only a few soldiers remained, some of whom were Guo Zhen's true confidants, others from the Guo family. Though equally terrified, they gritted their teeth and stumbled as they protected Guo Zhen as he fled.

Hong Yuan locked his gaze on Guo Zhen, who was seven or eight zhang away. He slammed his spear into the ground, the tip of which pierced the ground and stood upright.

He suddenly leaped up, his toes stomping on the butt of his spear, rising another ten feet or so, and swept toward the hardwood flagpole nearby that fluttered the 'Hero's Arena' banner. The flagpole was a full forty feet tall and as thick as a bowl, and Hong Yuan leaped to nearly three feet in one bound.

Bang!
With a palm strike brimming with true power, the flagpole shattered with a loud crash, its top falling downwards, only to be caught by Hong Yuan.

While he was in mid-air, he mustered all his strength and unleashed his true power, using the ten-foot-long flagpole as a weapon, and threw it fiercely!
"The Hero's Arena, is it?"

"Back to you!"

boom!
Amidst a tremendous trembling sound, the Hero's Banner atop the flagpole whistled and rattled as it broke through the wind.

Several soldiers, who were protecting Guo Zhen as he retreated while constantly looking back in terror, saw a ten-foot-long pole, like an arrow shot by a god, pierce through the air.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced through a distance of eight zhang (approximately 33 meters), and with a loud bang, the flagpole had pierced through Guo Zhen's vest.

His body was as fragile as paper under that immense force, pierced through and instantly emerged from his chest, while the blood-stained flag was squeezed out of his body at the same time.

Guo Zhenlian didn't even let out a scream. The flagpole's momentum still carried him forward.

With a loud bang, the flagpole flew another four or five zhang (approximately 10-15 meters) and embedded itself directly in a garden wall in front of it.

Guo Zhen's body was shattered, and blood gushed down the flagpole.

The armored soldiers stared blankly at the scene, collapsing to the ground in an instant, their faces ashen. Only one soldier trembled, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Hong Yuan, who had descended from the sky, drawn his spear, and turned to leave.

"You villain, dare you leave your name?"

Without turning his head, Hong Yuan tapped the ground with his silver spear, lifting a paving stone with a 'thud,' and casually struck it with the spear shaft.

"The murderer is Hong Yuan!"

As the calm, indifferent voice rang out, the blue brick shot through the air and suddenly crashed into the helmet of the roaring armored soldier. A resounding boom echoed as the soldier was thrown backward and sent flying.

When the strong wind swept in, flames shot up in all directions from the four pavilions inside the Lanyue Garden, and the sound of collapse continued.

Hong Yuan has long since disappeared.

After a while, people began to emerge from the shadows, their faces still showing deep horror.

"Have they left? They should have left by now."

Behind a pond and artificial hill, several martial artists stood up tremblingly. They usually prided themselves on their courage and daring to brave even a storm of swords and spears, but now they were like quails, trembling at the slightest breeze.

"That fierce man... that person called himself Hong Yuan, have you heard of that name before?"

"I've never heard of it before, but from this day forward, its name will probably be known not only in Linjiang Prefecture, but throughout the entire Mingzhou!"

A man with a full beard and a square face sighed, then gave a bitter smile: "Such a master, such a master... have you ever seen one like this before?"

"I've never even heard of such a person, let alone seen them. I always thought they only existed in the stories told by storytellers."

A young swordsman dressed in blue cloth shoes, carrying a long sword, was both terrified and in awe. He sighed, "I have seen a master of the Subtle Realm make a move before, but it was far from this kind of power. Don't laugh at me, but I was almost scared to death just now."

"Such a person is practically a god!"

“Not necessarily!” A middle-aged man holding a short axe shook his head, his eyes also filled with shock, and his voice was deep: “This person must have been born with superhuman strength and an amazing physique to dare to squander his strength like this. Such a person is a born peerless warrior, one in a hundred years. On the battlefield, he would be a match for ten thousand men and sweep away thousands of troops.”

"Even masters of the Subtle Realm cannot withstand such attrition. They often have to withdraw after killing dozens of enemies. However, martial arts battles are different from the large-scale battles on the battlefield. If a master of the Subtle Realm does not compete with them in strength but fights and struggles in a small space, they may still be able to kill them..."

"That's not something we should be concerned with. All I know is that Linjiang Prefecture has been thrown into chaos this time, and it will soon be in deep disarray."

A sallow-faced man gripped a curved knife tightly and said in a deep voice.

"This is Lanyue Garden, do you really want to waste your time here?" someone suddenly spoke up.

These words startled the group of martial artists present, but they quickly realized what was happening, and the panic on their faces vanished, replaced by ecstatic joy.

Yup!

This great chaos resulted in the deaths and injuries of countless powerful families and wealthy households. Because it happened so suddenly, many of their valuables were left uncollected and are now ownerless.

Even if they encounter some influential people who are alone, they might be able to pull off a heist.

In any case, it can all be blamed on that evil god.

Not only did people in this area react, but those who had been hiding and had not yet left also sprang into action, quickly searching before the fire spread.

Soon, the scramble for the valuables erupted into clashes of swords and screams of agony.

Hong Yuan moved with lightning speed, leaving all the noise behind, and sped towards the dense forest.

Suddenly, a line of black text appeared before my eyes.

He smiled, yet his bearing seemed to have grown even more refined.

[Body Constitution: 7/100]

Comprehension: 7/100

Immediately afterwards, a strange surge of warm air flowed through my limbs and bones, and my slightly tired body relaxed instantly, becoming full again.

Even a vigorous and vibrant force slowly seeped into the bones and flesh.

This feeling is like being reborn.

Such an opportunity is something that ordinary people might never encounter in their entire lives. To encounter it even once is considered an amazing stroke of luck. And each time Hong Yuan increases his physical constitution, it is like a physical baptism, leading him towards a higher level of evolution.

The same principle applies to comprehension; every improvement is a sublimation of the soul.

Hong Yuan silently savored this feeling, his movements swift and steady, and soon he arrived in the dense forest. When he landed, he deliberately made a loud thud.

Actually, he didn't need to make a commotion on purpose. Yang Erhu was far from at ease. After regaining some strength, he climbed up a giant tree and looked towards Lanyue Garden.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and there were high walls blocking the way inside and outside Lanyue Garden. Yang Erhu could only hear the roars and screams carried by the wind, and could not see anything else clearly.

Just as he was getting anxious, he saw Hong Yuan rushing over. At the same time, he quickly fell from the tree and pounced on Hong Yuan's side, looking him up and down.

"Young man Hong, are you alright?"

Yang Erhu looked at Hong Yuan with a mixture of surprise and doubt.

Although the situation at Lanyue Garden was unclear, the sounds indicated a major battle. Yet, apart from some blood on his body, Hong Yuan appeared energetic and full of vitality, hardly resembling someone who had just been through a fight.
"Teacher, let me see you off from Linjiang Prefecture!"

Hong Yuan didn't answer, but instead said this directly.

(End of this chapter)