I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

A piercing shriek, as if the air were being torn apart, exploded in my ears.

Wang Meng's strike was too fast and too heavy.

Even if the blade is used with its back, the overwhelming pressure of the blood energy is enough to suffocate any newcomer who has just broken through.

He wanted to disrupt Shen Tian's rhythm.

We must shatter this young man's pride.

Before the blade even arrived, the strong wind had already ruffled Shen Tian's bangs, revealing his eyes, which were as black as ink.

There was no fear or panic in those eyes.

There was only a fleeting, heart-pounding excitement.

"boom!"

Just as the blade was about to strike, it was as if a slumbering beast within Shen Tian suddenly awoke.

It's not about avoiding.

This time, he didn't run away.

Shen Tian's spine trembled violently, and a faint blue light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, instantly flowed throughout his body. Then, a series of crisp sounds, like metal clashing, erupted from the joints of his bones, which were originally human.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

That was the roar of [Born with Blade Bones].

That was a peerless knife hidden beneath the skin, yearning to drink blood.

Shen Tian's right hand flashed out to his waist.

Draw your sword.

"Broken Army!"

A low shout, like a thunderclap, resounded in the underground parking lot.

The moment the black and gold longsword was drawn, the air seemed to resound with the roar of a thousand horses galloping.

There are no fancy techniques.

There are no complicated changes.

It was just a simple upward flick.

But the moment this slash was unleashed, the surrounding airflow seemed to be forcibly distorted by an extremely domineering will. The blade not only carried the terrifying, surging energy of a late-stage first-tier cultivator, but also a high-frequency vibrational force that made one's scalp tingle.

【Vibrating Knife】!

When the two knives collided violently.

Time seemed to stand still for 0.1 seconds at that moment.

Followed by.

clang--!!!

A deafening roar, loud enough to shatter eardrums, suddenly erupted.

A violent shockwave emanated from the two individuals, sweeping wildly in all directions. The windows of several parked cars shattered instantly, and sirens blared incessantly.

The cement floor cracked inch by inch, and dust rose everywhere.

Amidst the smoke and dust.

A burly figure staggered backward as if struck by a heavy hammer.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps!

Each step left a deep footprint on the hard cement ground, and it wasn't until the figure had retreated a full five meters that it finally managed to regain its balance.

Wang Meng felt as if his entire right arm had been electrocuted, a tingling and stinging sensation, and the machete in his hand was trembling violently, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

He stared wide-eyed at the front of him, his cloudy eyes fixed on the distance.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The smoke and dust cleared.

Shen Tian held the knife in one hand, maintaining the upward slashing posture, his feet rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

His breathing was eerily steady, as if the hard impact he had just suffered was merely the casual shooing away of a fly.

"Tier 1...Late Stage?!"

Wang Meng's voice changed tone, sounding like a male duck being choked.

He never dreamed that the kid in front of him, who had only awakened yesterday and was judged to be in the mortal realm, would actually cross an entire major realm overnight!

From mortal to late stage one?

Is this some kind of rocket ride?

Even if one were to take drugs and consume the forbidden drugs in the Po Jun Si's pharmacy as if they were food, it would be impossible to push one's qi and blood to such a level overnight, let alone possess such a condensed and solid foundation!

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for Wang Meng.

What truly sent chills down his spine was that stab wound he'd just received.

The power of that strike.

The essence of that single strike.

Undeterred and resolute, with nothing to lose.

That is……

"The Breaking Army Blade Technique...at its perfect state?!"

Wang Meng gasped, realizing that the wine jug in his hand had rolled away into the distance.

As the new chief instructor of the Po Jun Division, he immersed himself in the Po Jun Sword Technique for twenty years before barely reaching the threshold of perfection.

This set of knife techniques is basic, but it is easy to learn but difficult to master.

To reach a high level of proficiency, one needs at least several years of honing one's skills on the battlefield.

To reach perfection requires extremely high comprehension and opportunity, and to truly comprehend that fierce killing intent of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me".

But this kid in front of me...

How long has he been learning this sword technique?

one day?

No, it wasn't even twelve hours!

Overnight, his cultivation level skyrocketed, and his swordsmanship reached perfection?

This is hardly the work of a genius.

This is clearly a monster in human skin!

Wang Meng looked at his trembling hand. In that brief moment of contact, he clearly felt a strange shockwave travel along the blade and into his arm, almost shattering his protective qi and blood.

If it weren't for his foundation at the peak of the second tier, and if it weren't for his experience in countless battles and his timely dissipation of force...

That last stab could have made this old man look foolish on the spot, with the knife being knocked away!

"Instructor Wang."

A cold voice interrupted Wang Meng's reverie.

Shen Tian slowly sheathed his sword.

The movements were fluid and graceful, possessing an indescribable rhythmic beauty—an instinctive reaction ingrained in their very bones.

He raised his head.

Those eyes were as deep as a pool, showing no reverence for the instructor, but rather a chilling indifference.

"Now."

Am I qualified to go to that battlefield?

Shen Tian took a step forward.

boom!

A fierce and malevolent aura emanated from him without reservation.

This murderous aura was even purer and sharper than the one emanating from Wang Meng.

That was the inherent sharpness of [Born with Blade Bones], and also Shen Tian's heart, a strong man yearning for slaughter.

Wang Meng's body stiffened.

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead and dripped onto the floor.

He was actually... afraid?

The moment the idea popped into Wang Meng's head, he found it utterly absurd.

He, the mighty "Iron Hand Mad Blade," a ruthless man who once charged in and out of the beast tide seven times, was actually frightened by the eyes of a greenhorn?

But that sense of crisis, like a thorn in one's side, was very real.

His intuition told him so.

If he doesn't nod now, this tiger cub will indeed bare its fangs without hesitation and kick him aside as an obstacle in its path.

What do you mean by being ignorant of one's own limitations?

What requires cultivating one's character?

In the face of absolute talent and strength, everything else is utter nonsense!

Looking back on my earlier "teaching people how to behave" remarks, they now seem like a complete joke.

It's not that they don't understand respect.

They have the power to trample on the so-called rules!

"you……"

Wang Meng opened his mouth, but the words of reprimand he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Looking at Shen Tian's young yet cold face, he seemed to see a future war god rising.

This kid's stage is definitely not here.

Battlefields filled with blood and death are the perfect breeding ground for such monsters.

Locking him in a cage will only ruin a real dragon.

silence.

Dead silence.

A full half minute passed before Wang Meng sighed dejectedly, his imposing aura receding like the tide.

He silently stepped aside, making way for the black motorcycle.

He didn't speak.

Because there's no need to say anything more.

A faint smile appeared on Shen Tian's lips.

There was no mockery, nor smugness.

It was as if all of this was perfectly natural.

He didn't even glance at Wang Meng again, but walked straight to the heavy single-person motorcycle, took a long stride, and flipped himself onto it.

Boom!

The roar of the engine echoed through the underground parking lot.

The black motorcycle, like a steel cheetah, burst out of the exit and plunged into the morning light and smoke.

Wang Meng was left standing there, staring blankly at the departing taillights.

a long time.

He bent down to pick up the wine jug from the ground, not caring whether it was covered in dust or not, and tilted his head back to take a sip, only to find that it was already empty.

"Lin Qingyi, oh Lin Qingyi..."

Wang Meng shook his head with a wry smile, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"You've really picked up an incredible ancestor this time."

"Perfected in one night, breaking through realms is as easy as drinking water..."

"The landscape of Jiangcheng is about to change."

……

Jiangcheng North District, Outer Ring Road.

A howling wind, carrying with it a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, rushed towards us.

Shen Tian lay on the motorcycle and twisted the throttle to the floor.

The speedometer needle swung wildly, and the scenery on both sides turned into blurry streaks of light.

"Is this the atmosphere of a battlefield?"

Shen Tian took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of rust.

The blood in my body began to boil.

The bones in the spine were making a faint crackling sound, emitting a longing tremor.

At the edge of the horizon, a dark, surging tide of beasts, like a black tsunami, was crashing against humanity's defenses.

Flames shot into the sky, and cannon fire roared.

For others, it was hell.

But in Shen Tian's eyes...

It was a sea of ​​killing power shimmering with golden light.

"A slaughterous feast..."

"here we go."