With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

Zhao Yao seized the opportunity and quickly offered his advice:

"Brother Huang, this matter originally had nothing to do with you, but now it does."

"While Su Shangtao is unaware that I'm still alive, you should quickly take your wife and children and escape for your lives, the farther the better."

"Why is that? I... I only ask for Brother Zhao's forgiveness..."

Huang Lian was stunned, not understanding why Zhao Yao said that. Wasn't the one who wanted to harm Su you? Why was I the one who had to run away?

Zhao Yao raised his hand to interrupt Huang Lian, and solemnly explained the seriousness of the matter:

Brother Huang!

If you caught a murderer committing a crime, would you bet that he would let you go afterward?

bang~

The courtyard gate was suddenly stomped open, and the person who acted so violently hadn't even entered the courtyard before their voice rang out:

"That's right! Now that you've gotten involved, how could the young master possibly let you off the hook?"

Young Master Zhao truly lives up to his reputation as an outstanding student from the official academy; he guessed the young master's thoughts with remarkable accuracy.

What a pity, what a pity~

Upon hearing this voice, Huanglian immediately tensed up.

He turned to look at Zhao Yao and told him:

"It was that strong servant sent by the man surnamed Su! He didn't leave..."

As she spoke, Huang Lian stepped forward, resolutely spreading her arms to block Zhao Yao, and quickly turned her head, saying:

"Brother Zhao, hurry and run! I'll hold him off..."

"Hahahaha~ How can two scholars who can't even kill a chicken stop me?"

Today, you will all die…

A robust man, easily three meters tall, with bulging muscles and clearly defined physique, strode confidently into the courtyard.

He wore a thin tin mask with a humble, fawning expression on his face, which contrasted sharply with his imposing, wall-like physique.

Upon seeing the mask on his face and his height, Zhao Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

Tin-faced servant.

A person skilled in martial arts would never become a servant unless there were special reasons.

Therefore, this person is not a martial artist.

His height of about three meters, less than ten feet, indicates that he practiced the "Warrior Breathing Technique" but was only at the Black Iron level. The difference between him and himself was not too great, as they were both made of flesh and blood.

The Warrior Breathing Technique is something everyone in this Demon-Slaying Realm knows. It is divided into ten levels. Normally speaking, the human body will grow one zhang taller with each advancement in each level!

A warrior at the peak of the first realm can reach a height of one zhang, which is 3.33 meters.

A warrior at the Tenth Realm of Strength, once fully realized, can reach a height of ten zhang (approximately 33.3 meters).

The physical uniqueness brought about by the realm happened to collide with a story from Greek mythology in a lower realm.

The beings of this realm then combined the ten realms into two groups and named them according to Greek mythology from the lower realm, calling them from bottom to top as "Black Iron Warriors," "Demigod Warriors," "Bronze Warriors," "Silver Warriors," and "Gold Warriors" to distinguish them by their appearance.

Rumor has it that a warrior at the tenth level possesses blood as golden as mercury, making him almost divine, and the gate to martial arts will appear naturally. But it is unknown whether this is a consolation to those who have no chance in martial arts or if it is truly so.

In itself, re-defining the realm of Hercules using Greek mythology from the lower realm seems somewhat incongruous.

However, in reality, the Way of the Strongman, as a cultivation method that ordinary people can access, is named in a way that not only reflects the physical resemblance of the Strongman to humans and Titans from different eras in Greek mythology, but also embodies the simple wishes of countless people.

That is, a strongman cultivates himself and eventually becomes a god.

He also wanted to be like Zeus, the king of the gods, and do whatever he wanted to do!

Back to this moment.

"Brother Zhao, hurry up and get out through the big locust tree..."

"He can't leave..."

"...Hurry up..."

"...I can't leave..."

Watching the two of them talk back and forth, one anxious and the other confident, as if their fates were sealed in a hasty retreat, Zhao Yao couldn't help but smile.

Are you kidding me?

He calmly cleared his throat:

"Cough cough~"

After attracting their attention, he suddenly shouted in a terrified voice:

"Murder!!!"

This sound, loud and clear, resounded throughout the night sky of Wangzhou City.

The sound startled the servant, who froze, his expression turning blank. He was momentarily at a loss, then suddenly turned fierce, rushing forward anxiously to complete his young master's order and end the two men's lives.

Behind Huang Lian, Zhao Yao turned to look at the strong servant who was rushing towards him. Before the servant could react, Zhao Yao took a step forward and suddenly raised his hand!

swoosh~

puff~

In an instant, the dagger that Su Shangtao had handed to Jianpu, and then from Jianpu to Huanglian, appeared at Jianpu's neck.

"..."

Jianpu clutched his neck in disbelief as blood gushed from the dagger's groove.

He struggled forward two steps, then his vision went black, his knees buckled, and his tall body collapsed heavily before Huanglian.

Zhao Yao remained unusually calm as he looked at the servant who was bleeding profusely.

Having survived so many years in the post-apocalyptic world, he still has the means to kill an ordinary person, and he does it very efficiently.

"Huff~ Huff~..."

Huang Lian looked down in horror at her servant, whose blood seemed to flow endlessly. Her heart pounded and she could hardly control herself.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang?"

Zhao Yao called out twice, and only after reaching out and forcefully slapping the back of his head did he bring him back to his senses.

Huang Lian shuddered, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and looked at Zhao Yao, whose face remained calm and composed. He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face and clasped his hands in response:

"Ah, Brother Zhao, what brings you here?"

"Brother Huang, as I said before..."

bang~

Zhao Yao had only spoken half a sentence when he suddenly saw the Coptis chinensis fly up in front of him.

It was that strong servant!

He somehow managed to stop the massive bleeding and miraculously regained his fighting ability!

He suddenly stood up, lunged forward, and knocked Huanglian away.

slap~

The servant's large hand reached out from the side, grabbed Zhao Yao by the back of the head, lifted him into the air, and held him in front of his eyes.

A dagger was stuck in his neck, and the servant held Zhao Yao's head in his hand, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he looked at Zhao Yao's face so close to his own.

"A treacherous scholar, he even has the skill of throwing knives."

Damn it, I almost got caught by you!

As he spoke, Jianpu tightened his grip, as if he were crushing an insect, trying to smash Zhao Yao's head.

At the critical moment, Zhao Yao grabbed the dagger from Jianpu's neck and tried desperately to pull it out and drag it to cut, but he failed at both.

The dagger was clearly stuck in Jianpu's neck, but it seemed to be embedded in the iron ingot.

His actions not only failed to achieve their goal, but also further enraged the servant, causing him to grin even more savagely and exert even more force.

"Stop struggling, just die peacefully!"

Held in the air by Jianpu, feeling the pain of his head being constricted, Zhao Yao struggled and kicked, punching Jianpu's chest with all his might, but to no avail.

Finally, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Jianpu with a helpless yet calm expression.

The servant felt a chill run down his spine at that look, and grabbed Zhao Yao's head with his other hand, tightening his grip even more.

"Shattered jade, all dead!"

Zhao Yao murmured silently.

The next instant, the translucent jade chess piece on the edge of the half-chess board suddenly jumped out of the chessboard, merged into his body, rushed out of his body surface, and quickly unfolded, transforming into a layer of jade armor covering his entire body from head to toe!

Under the astonished gaze of the servant, Zhao Yao once again reached out and grabbed the dagger at his neck.

The radiance of the jade armor spread upwards, also covering the dagger, as he swung it forcefully!

puff~

The previous resistance vanished without a trace, and the servant's neck was smoothly sliced ​​open by the dagger that had transformed into a jade longsword.

"you……"

The power that had been gathered around him suddenly dissipated. Jianpu's eyes were filled with despair. He helplessly released his grip on Zhao Yao's head, and tried to press down on his half-severed neck with his hand. He staggered back a few steps.

Seeing this, Zhao Yao gripped the jade sword, stepped forward, and swung it at the servant's neck once more!

puff~

bang~

Blood gushed into the sky, heads and severed fingers fell off, and bodies lay supine on the ground.

The servant was dead beyond dead.

With the crisis averted, Zhao Yao withdrew his jade armor, suppressed his discomfort, and looked up at Huang Lian…