From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

Three days later, Zhang Yu and his group of sixteen rested on a mountain path. The children walked slowly, which seriously affected their pace.

Zhang Yu sat under the shade of a tree, studying the Saint Master System.

Name: Li Yue

[Iron Shirt Technique - Beginner Level (0/10)]

After three days of practice, Li Yue had not mastered Iron Shirt at all.

Zhang Yu then inspected Niu Mancang.

Name: Niu Mancang

[Iron Shirt Technique - Beginner Level (1/10)]

Niu Mancang has already gained some proficiency in Iron Shirt, and his excellent cultivation aptitude is indeed extraordinary. He has not yet awakened the Wild Bull Body, and because he is traveling, he can only cultivate for a few hours at night. Once he awakens the Wild Bull Body, his cultivation speed in Iron Shirt will increase exponentially.

Zhang Yu looked at his control panel.

[Iron Shirt Technique - Beginner Level (2/10)]

[Master-Apprentice Value: 8 points]

Niu Mancang contributed some of the skill in Iron Shirt.

"No wonder they all like to take on genius disciples," Zhang Yu thought to himself, then added all 8 master-disciple points to Iron Shirt.

hum...

His flesh churned beneath his skin, and a surge of vital energy flowed through his body, causing a tingling sensation in his skin.

The feeling subsided after about 15 minutes.

[Iron Shirt Technique for Beginners (0/100)]

Zhang Yu had already mastered the basics of Iron Shirt. He tested his skin and found it to be much stronger, and his strength had also increased.

The manual states that mastering Iron Shirt technique allows one to develop cowhide, while reaching perfection allows one to develop stone skin.

Once the stone skin is developed, it can withstand swords and blades, and can also neutralize 30% of internal force. Zhang Yu is very much looking forward to it.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats in the distance.

Da da da……

Zhang Yu immediately stood up, turned to Niu Mancang and said, "Keep an eye on the children and take them to the side."

"Yes, Master!"

Da da da……

The sound grew closer; it was a horse-drawn carriage speeding along a mountain path, with three riders chasing after it.

Bang! Crack!

The carriage's wheels broke off when it was about ten feet away from Zhang Yu and the others, causing the carriage to overturn and two women to be thrown out.

A young woman, about sixteen years old, with a beautiful face, stood up and tidied her clothes, her demeanor exuding the elegance of a well-bred lady.

The other woman was about the same age, wearing a blue cloth dress and dressed as a maid.

Three masked men surrounded the two women.

The masked man at the head glanced at the two women and ordered, "Second brother, tie them up!"

He then looked at Zhang Yu and his group not far away and pointed, "Third brother, kill them all."

Because they were so close, Zhang Yu heard what the other person was saying. He was stunned. What the hell was going on? Who had he offended? Why was someone trying to kill him right away?

Fuck!

This messed up world.

Ta-da...

A masked man rode towards Zhang Yu on horseback, his steel knife raised high, a cruel glint in his eyes.

Zhang Yu was furious at this moment.

He drew his willow-leaf dagger and thrust it upwards, unleashing his full power.

With a clang, the willow-leaf knife collided with the other man's steel knife. The immense force instantly caused the masked man to drop the steel knife from his hand, his hand split open, and blood flowed freely.

next second.

With a bang, Zhang Yu kicked the horse, sending it flying more than five zhang away.

The horse neighed and collapsed, dying.

The masked man fell to the ground, greatly alarmed, realizing he had encountered a master. He immediately got up, intending to find their leader, but it was already night. Zhang Yu swiftly appeared before him, uttering a single word: "Die!"

puff!

The scalpel sliced ​​across the man's neck, and his head was instantly severed, blood gushing out.

"Third brother!"

The other two masked men saw this and shouted.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; they had no time to help.

Taking advantage of their dazed state, Xiangju helped Chu Qingwen hurriedly run behind Zhang Yu.

"Young master, save me!"

Zhang Yu glanced at them but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the other two masked men.

The two men dismounted and charged at Zhang Yu with their swords drawn.

When dealing with ordinary people, riding a horse gives them an advantage, but when dealing with experts, riding a horse actually limits the effectiveness of their martial arts skills.

Zhang Yu was a master, so the two dismounted and rushed over.

"If you dare kill the third brother, I'll tear you to pieces!" a masked man roared, wielding a knife in both hands as he slashed at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu raised his sword to parry, and with a clang, the two swords clashed. His body remained motionless, while the opponent's downward slash was deflected.

The masked man's eyes widened, his hands went numb. With just one collision, his arms went numb instantly, leaving his front wide open.

"Oh no, big brother, save me!"

Unfortunately, Zhang Yu wouldn't give him the chance. After deflecting the opponent's steel blade with a single slash, he simultaneously stepped forward in a bow stance and unleashed a left fist like a poisonous dragon.

The Crushing Stone Fist's most powerful killing move—Mountain Collapse!

boom!

The fist struck the opponent's chest, the powerful force instantly shattering the opponent's internal organs. A gust of wind surged from behind, blowing the hair of the last masked man who had arrived.

puff!

thump!

"Big brother, avenge me!"

He died after vomiting blood.

When You Xiao, the leader of the Three Fiends of Xiling, saw that the second and third brothers had been killed by Zhang Yu in one move, he was not thinking about revenge, but about fear.

The second brother was at the peak of Ming Jin, yet he was instantly killed in one move. What level was the opponent? It must have been An Jin, or even Hua Jin, while he was only at the early stage of An Jin.

The more You Xiao thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Sir, what is your name? There might be a misunderstanding between us," You Xiao said, staring at Zhang Yu.

He spoke as he backed away.

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding your mother!" Zhang Yu looked at the other party coldly and slashed at him with his willow-leaf knife.

Ding ding!

You Xiao blocked two blows, his arm was sore and numb, and his tiger's mouth was torn.

"Such immense power! If not at the Transformation Realm, then at least at the peak of the Dark Realm!"

Clang! Snap!

With the third strike, You Xiao's right hand, holding the knife, snapped one of its fingers. The immense force sent a tingling sensation through half of his body, and he could no longer grip the knife.

Ah… he let out a scream.

"Spare me!"

"Spare your mother!" Zhang Yu didn't waste any words with the other party and slit his throat with a single stroke.

puff……

thump!

The body of the leader of the Three Villains of Xiling fell to the ground.

Although Zhang Yu had not fully comprehended the Hua Jin (化劲) after more than 300 years of practicing the Shattering Stone Fist, his power had long surpassed the scope of An Jin (暗劲).

With such immense strength, You Xiao had no time to unleash his hidden power or martial arts skills before being cut down by the blade.

Zhang Yu glanced at the willow-leaf knife. There were several nicks on the blade and cracks in the body. The force of the clash just now was enormous, and the knife was now ruined.

Hopefully, I can find something good, otherwise it'll be a loss.

Zhang Yu began to search the corpse.

Besides loose silver, the three of them also had gold leaves, totaling about fifty taels. Zhang Yu also found a third-rate swordsmanship manual on You Xiao's body – the Thirteen Styles of Gale.

"Knife skills? Do they know knife skills?" Zhang Yu blinked; he hadn't sensed it before.

In reality, under his immense power, there was no room for his so-called swordsmanship skills to be displayed.

If you touch it, your arm will go numb; you won't be able to use your knife skills at all.

Zhang Yu tucked the sword technique manual and the gold leaf into his pocket, then turned to look at the two stunned women.

Chu Qingwen was extremely shocked. The captain of the guards beside her was at the peak of Ming Jin, but he had been killed by the Three Fiends of Xiling. The boy in front of her looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet he had killed the Three Fiends of Xiling in a single move.

"Could he be a prodigy trained by a major sect or an ancient clan to navigate the world?"