The Last Sentinel

Through the car window, Ye Feng saw the real martial arts.

It can truly be described as...

Who can stop the forward-charging hammer technique? The reverse pull of nine oxen is unparalleled in its bravery.

Crane steps on the sandy beach, pushing the mountain's momentum; fingers support all eight directions, conveying the spirit of the scene.

The Arhat who subdues dragons possesses the strength of a thousand catties, and can lift a cauldron and hold up a gate to defeat ten thousand men.

General Fuhu possesses immense strength, his skill in uprooting mountains and ridges is divine!

"open!"

Brother Long delivered a powerful elbow strike to the chest of the enemy in front of him. The enemy's body was sent flying backward as if hit by a cannonball, knocking down seven or eight men!

"carry!"

Brother Long turned around, lunged forward, and kicked the other man in the neck with his knee. The man was sent flying with a whoosh!

"Die!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the gang leader, wielding a steel knife, suddenly attacked Brother Long from behind.

"ah--"

Brother Long suddenly jolted, and all that could be seen was his camouflage shirt bursting open, revealing his ferocious muscles and the ghostly back of his body!

The sharp blade of the dagger was locked and clamped shut by the muscles on the back of the demon, unable to move an inch.

The gang leader had never seen anything like it: a person using their back muscles to clamp down on their own knife wound. Was this even possible for a human?

The next moment, Brother Long exerted his strength, his muscles twisted violently, and the alloy steel knife snapped in two under the force of his back muscles, splitting into countless white fragments.

"kill!"

With a somersault, Brother Long used his back muscles as leverage, and the steel blade fragments slashed fiercely in all directions!

Bang bang bang bang—

All that could be seen were blades flying like meteors and white feathers, whistling and scattering. Around them, more than a hundred henchmen fell to the ground with thuds, like wheat being harvested, each one bleeding profusely, barely able to breathe.

In this scene, nearly two hundred men were knocked to the ground, and the hundred or so underlings who were still rubbing their fists together were utterly terrified.

They had never seen such a bloody scene before. One person against two hundred people was not at all at a disadvantage. In fact, with a single move of Whirlwind Blade, he cut down more than a hundred people like wheat!

This...this is no longer human!

Fighting someone like that isn't being a hero; it's practically suicide!

The remaining hundred-plus people tried to run away, but Brother Long wouldn't give them the chance. He grabbed one of his unfortunate comrades on the ground with each hand and exerted force!

The two corpses, like two large rocks, slammed down on the henchmen in the outer circle.

A large number of the outer group of underlings immediately collapsed.

The remaining people were so frightened that they were completely out of their wits. Before they could even react, Brother Long was already in front of them, punching three people and kicking five others!

The entire process was an extremely violent and brutal killing scene. Ordinary military boxing became an unparalleled divine skill in Brother Long's hands, capable of slaughtering everyone in his path.

These once arrogant and domineering weapons were as fragile as newborn babies, unable to withstand even a single blow, and were beaten so badly that even their own fathers wouldn't recognize them.

Ye Feng looked at the scene outside and was completely dumbfounded, while the chat group was still complaining about Brother Long's weakness.

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Is this guy called Xiaolong incapable of killing? Is his killing technique so crude? These bastards should have their legs broken one by one, then be slowly tortured, and finally subjected to inner demon tribulations, reincarnated a hundred or eighty times! What's the point of just killing them directly!

Master of Machines: Alright, Deep Affection, this is our old home, not some otherworldly realm. I'm already grateful that this has helped you vent your anger.

Fifteenth-level martial artist: Martial arts is the cultivation path that is least picky about the environment. At crucial moments, it all comes down to my skills. A mere [breathing technique] sent this guy flying, making me a one-man army of three hundred! How about that? It's a pity there are still too few of them. If there were more, taking on a thousand or eight hundred wouldn't be impossible!

Immortal God of Magic: Only barbarians cultivate martial arts. With me, a single forbidden spell can restart this entire world.

Fifteenth Realm Warrior: In a Dharma-ending Age environment, you can throw your grandmother's forbidden spells. If you encounter me in such an environment, I will turn you, a Dharma God, into a limited-edition golden legendary folding model!

Immortal Mage: I, this mage, will never go to the Dharma-ending Age! And you even typed it as a folded version? Dream on!

Just then, the sound of a propeller rattling outside the window came from outside.

Ye Feng hurriedly pushed open the door, looked up at the sky, and saw five dark green armed helicopters roaring in and slowly landing.

Ropes were thrown down from the helicopter, and a large group of armed men in camouflage uniforms landed.

When they saw the scene, they were stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Two or three hundred thugs lay on the ground, their blood pooling in the low-lying ditch, forming a babbling brook of blood. The screams of agony were faint and intermittent, the pungent stench of blood mixed with the smell of excrement and urine.

In the middle of the blood-stained battlefield, a man with a bare upper body, wearing camouflage trousers, with muscles like coiled dragons, a resolute face, and scarlet eyes, stared at them coldly and mercilessly.

All the armed men were terrified. One person had taken down hundreds of people?

Is this... is this a true warrior capable of defeating a hundred men?

Is this something a human can do?

Those were two or three hundred adult men, some of whom had combat experience. How could he have won by himself?

A voice rang out, "Old Duan! Is that you?"

From within the armed group, a commander strode out. "Duan Xiaolong, it's me! Old Song! Song Hongen! Two years ago at the tri-service martial arts competition, you lost to me by half a move! Do you remember?"

Upon seeing the commander, Duan Xiaolong finally loosened his fists, cracked his neck, and said, "You surnamed Song, if you had been any later, you'd be collecting my corpse!"

Old Song pulled off his coat and handed it to Duan Xiaolong. "Sorry, after receiving the signal, I found a large number of armed personnel gathering here. I had a feeling something big had happened, so I brought a few more helicopters along. I just didn't expect you to have already finished your job!"

Duan Xiaolong said, "If I don't finish the work, do you expect me to be worn out by them?"

Old Song hesitated and asked, "Did you take down all these people?"

Duan Xiaolong rolled his eyes. "It wasn't me, it was you!"

Old Song said, "But, but you're all alone!"

Duan Xiaolong was too lazy to explain any further. "Alright, stop asking. I'll submit the combat video to my superiors later! You go ahead and clean up the mess. I need to take Mr. Ye away from here."

Old Song followed Duan Xiaolong's footsteps, "No, Ah Long, why are you so fierce now? You seem like a completely different person from two years ago! How about we give it a try—"

brush!

Duan Xiaolong struck Lao Song directly in the face with a palm strike, his hand only an inch away from the tip of Lao Song's nose.

Old Song stared at Duan Xiaolong's right palm, beads of cold sweat pouring down his forehead. At this moment, he finally realized that the Ah Long in front of him was no longer the Ah Long who had lost to him in the three-army competition two years ago. This was a true killing god. In one move, before he could even react, he had already made his move.

He held back; otherwise, he would be lying motionless on the ground.

Is this really a level that humans can reach?

What kind of grueling training did he go through these past two years? How can he be so strong!

Duan Xiaolong walked to the SUV and asked Ye Feng, "Are you alright, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Feng said, "Let's go back to the First Hospital first."

Duan Xiaolong said, "Let's go! Back!"

Old Song sized up the two of them and said cautiously, "Hello, Mr. Ye, my surname is Song, and my name is Song Hongen!"

Ye Feng asked, "Is there something you need?"

Duan Xiaolong interrupted, "I'll report this to my superiors later. Don't bother Mr. Ye with such a trivial matter!"

Old Song said, "I didn't ask about the fight, it's no big deal! I just wanted to say that it takes seven or eight hours to drive back to the hospital from here, why not take a helicopter? What do you say, Mr. Ye? Take the plane back, it'll only take forty minutes at most!"

Ye Feng said, "Thanks!"

Old Song replied warmly, "Of course, of course!"

"The rest of you, continue cleaning up the battlefield!"