Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The group walked briskly along the mountain path. The forest was lush and the birds sang, but the seemingly peaceful environment concealed hidden dangers. Huang Yiming followed closely behind the guards, remaining vigilant at all times. His senses, honed by his initial body-refining technique, were heightened to their limit. He listened intently to everything around him and kept a close watch on everything, not missing a single sound or movement.

He appeared calm as he looked at the scenery along the way, but in reality, he was on edge. His right hand was always resting on the gun handle at his waist, and his heart was pounding: Please don't encounter any monsters, please don't encounter any bandits. Getting to Qin Family Fort safely is better than anything else.

Yang Xiu nestled close to his side, her small nose gently sniffing the air. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she whispered a warning, "Young Master, there's a fishy smell. It's the scent of a demonic beast, and it's very close to us!"

Huang Yiming's heart sank. Just as he was about to speak, a piercing roar suddenly came from the forest ahead. A large, low-level demonic beast with grayish-brown fur suddenly leaped out and blocked their path. This beast resembled a wild boar, but it had three sharp tusks, bloodshot eyes, and drooling eyes. It stared intently at the group, exuding a strong sense of ferocity.

"It's a tusked boar! It's hard for mortals below the Qi Refining stage to fight against it!" The lead guard's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly waved his hand to signal his men to form a battle formation, draw their spears, and stand ready. However, looking at the ferocious appearance of the monster, a trace of fear appeared in the eyes of the guards.

Huang Yiming instinctively shielded Yang Xiu behind him, his movements fluid and powerful, exuding a calm and composed aura that seemed capable of holding the sky aloft. Yang Xiu hid behind him, her small hands tightly gripping his clothes, but she showed no fear, looking at the young master's back with eyes full of trust.

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Even a coward can be tough for once. Low-level demonic beast detected. Host's body tempering technique is complete, overwhelming strength. No need to draw your gun, just go for it! Your chance to show off your superiority has arrived, don't be a coward!]

Huang Yiming's heart skipped a beat, and his palms instantly became sweaty. However, his eyes remained cold, his brows furrowed slightly, and he gave a disdainful snort: "You beast, you dare to block my way?"

He spoke harshly, but his legs trembled slightly as he frantically recalled the techniques for generating power in body tempering: clench your fist, lower your waist, gather your strength, and defeat the enemy in one strike! But when it came to actually fighting, he was still unsure of himself. This was the first time he had faced a demonic beast without a pistol, and if they couldn't win, they would both perish here.

Enraged by the crowd's actions, the tusked boar roared, lowered its head, and charged at Huang Yiming with its three tusks at incredible speed, kicking up dust. The guards cried out in alarm, trying to stop it, but it was too late.

Huang Yiming's pupils contracted slightly. Without thinking, he tensed all his muscles according to the incantation of the body-refining technique, gathered all his strength into his right fist, and charged forward instead of retreating, smashing his fist hard into the center of the boar's forehead.

With a muffled thud, the wild boar let out a shrill scream as its massive body was slammed backward, crashing heavily to the ground. Its limbs twitched a few times before it lost consciousness and remained motionless.

The entire arena fell silent instantly. The guards stared at Huang Yiming in disbelief: This expert is too powerful! He knocked out a tusked boar with a single punch with his bare hands. This kind of strength is simply at the peak of mortal power!

Yang Xiu clapped her hands and cheered, her little face full of pride, and exclaimed in a clear voice, "Young Master is so amazing! So amazing!"

Huang Yiming withdrew his fist, casually flicking his wrist. A sharp pain shot through his knuckles, almost making him wince. He feigned composure, adopting a nonchalant demeanor, and said in a dismissive tone, "Just a nobody, not worth mentioning."

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Even a coward can be tough for once. Host has successfully acted cool, showing-off value +100! Your fists are numb, aren't they? Don't try to tough it out. If it hurts, just yell it out. Nobody will laugh at you. That last slap almost broke your arm.]

Huang Yiming inwardly groaned, his fists throbbing with pain, but he still maintained his superior demeanor, speaking calmly with his hands behind his back: "Let's continue on our way, don't keep the Lord of the Fortress waiting."

The guards snapped out of their daze and looked at Huang Yiming with even greater awe. They quickly bowed and said, "Your strength is extraordinary, we admire you!" The group set off again, their attitude towards Huang Yiming becoming even more respectful, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Huang Yiming walked in the middle of the group, outwardly calm and collected, but inwardly he was frantically rubbing his hands, the pain almost bringing tears to his eyes, yet he had to pretend nothing was wrong. He secretly rejoiced: luckily, one punch was enough; if he had been hit a few more times, he wouldn't have been able to withstand it. This body-refining technique looks exciting, but it really takes a toll on the body.

Just as the group reached a bend in the road, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from afar, accompanied by the clanging of armor. A troop of men and horses galloped towards them, kicking up dust and looking menacing. They quickly closed in on the group.

Huang Yiming's expression changed slightly. He once again shielded Yang Xiu behind him, his eyes warily fixed on the direction of the approaching people. He thought to himself: Could it be bandits chasing after us? Or are they from the Qin family? I hope they don't have ill intentions.

[Beep! Qin Family Fort's direct subordinates have been detected approaching. They are not hostile. Host, stay calm and don't show any weakness. Continue to act like an expert.] The system's notification made Huang Yiming breathe a sigh of relief, but he still dared not relax. He remained calm and waited for the approaching people.

He subtly moved his still numb right hand, his knuckles still throbbing. That punch, though seemingly effortless, had actually exhausted all his strength, and now he could barely lift his arm. To avoid giving anyone a clue, he deliberately kept his right hand behind his back, while his left hand quietly rubbed his arm, maintaining a taut, cold expression the entire time, without even a furrowed brow.

Yang Xiu noticed his subtle movement and quietly glanced at his right hand. Her small face was full of heartache, but she sensibly didn't ask any questions. She simply clung even tighter to him, supporting her young master in her own way. The guards were still immersed in the shock of Huang Yiming defeating his enemy with a single punch, whispering among themselves about his strength. No one noticed that this "peerless master" was secretly enduring pain, his heart filled with panic.