Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

The enemy moved, slashing at Fu Qing's neck with a curved blade. Fu Qing tilted his head back to avoid the blade, which grazed his chin.

Before he could retaliate, the short axe swept across from the side. Fu Qing parried with his vertical saber, the axe bouncing back from the impact, but the curved saber followed closely behind...

The two Yae worked together perfectly. If one strike missed, the other would immediately follow. Fu Qing blocked seven or eight strikes, and each time he was forced to take a half step back by the impact.

"We can't keep dragging this on," Fu Qing gritted his teeth and made a decision.

As the curved blade came slashing down again, Fu Qing tilted his head and advanced instead of retreating, turning sideways to meet the blade. The curved blade slashed into his left shoulder, cutting through the first layer of rhinoceros hide in his soft armor, but was stuck by the middle layer of reinforced steel wire mesh.

The blade was embedded in the wire mesh, less than half an inch from his shoulder blade.

The guard with the curved sword, Yae, was stunned for a moment, completely unexpected that he hadn't managed to strike.

Taking advantage of his momentary hesitation, Fu Qing plunged a knife into his chest, the blade emerging from his back, a wisp of flesh clinging to the tip.

Killing a Di Kingdom guard (level 8 Body Tempering) grants +1742 plunder points.

Fu Qing drew his knife, and a spurt of blood gushed from the wound on his left shoulder. Before he could feel the pain, a short axe cleaved into his injured left shoulder. This person was cunning, deliberately targeting the wounded spot.

Fu Qing rolled to the right to avoid the axe blade, and the short axe cleaved the ground.

The guard with the short axe glanced at his companion's corpse on the ground, then at the wound on Fu Qing's left shoulder where blood was still flowing.

He didn't rush to attack, but instead began to slowly move around Fu Qing, his short axe held horizontally in front of him. Every time Fu Qing tried to approach the tent, he would swing his axe, forcing Fu Qing back, grinning maliciously.

"Kid, I can't wait to take your head and claim credit..."

He was waiting for Fu Qing's blood to drain away.

Fu Qing could feel the wound on his left shoulder bleeding with each swing of the knife, and his strength was gradually being lost.

The health bar on the panel dropped silently—15%, 18%, 22%.

When the loss of Qi and blood reached 25%, the familiar system prompt sounded in my mind.

[Host detected to be in a difficult battle. The entry "Battle! Awesome!" is automatically triggered. Current health loss is 25%, and all three attributes are temporarily increased by 25% for 15 minutes.]

Fu Qing raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. The wound was still bleeding, but he could no longer feel the pain.

The guard with the short axe noticed something was wrong, let out a low growl, and brought the short axe down on his head.

Fu Qing raised his hand and swung his sword to meet the attack, causing the short axe to be knocked out of the guard's hand and fly away.

The guard looked down at his empty right hand, all five fingers trembling.

"What! That's impossible! You're clearly injured, and you've lost so much blood!"

He wanted to retreat, but Fu Qing didn't give him the chance. The second knife flew up, and a head flew into the air before landing on the ground, still showing shock in its pupils.

Killing a Di Kingdom guard (level 8 Body Tempering) grants +1669 plunder points.

Fu Qing leaned on his knife, panting heavily. He looked towards Xiao Lu and the others. There weren't many level six experts in his hundred-man team. They could keep the enemy occupied, but they would be difficult to kill.

He gritted his teeth, raised his knife, and while the buff was still active, charged forward to behead the enemy.

Before long, the Di soldiers' personal guards, who had been surrounded and intercepted, were almost all killed, and the remaining men were forced to retreat by the overwhelming numbers of the border troops.

Just then, the tent flap was lifted from the inside.

The man who came out was unarmed. He was almost a head taller than the ordinary Di soldiers and wore an open cowhide vest. His chest and abdomen were covered with crisscrossing old scars.

He stood at the tent entrance, the campfire casting its light on his body, making his muscles gleam with a bronze sheen.

Meridian Opening Realm!

Is that deputy commander or a centurion?

Fu Qing felt a sinking feeling in his heart as he sensed the oppressive atmosphere!

The newcomer glanced down at the two corpses of the Eighth-Rank Imperial Guards on the ground, then looked up at Fu Qing.

Fu Qing noticed that his fists had no knuckles or iron rings, just a pair of fleshy fists.

A person who disdains even using weapons is either a madman or has absolute confidence in their own physical body.

The newcomer spoke in broken Yasukuni dialect: "A sword is useless against me."

He raised a fist, slowly clenching his fingers together. "This is enough."

Fu Qing gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. Killing two level eight cultivators had already depleted most of his health, and the 15-minute buff was counting down.

Now another cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm has appeared, and he's the kind of guy who doesn't even bother using a sword.

How confident is this person in their physical body? An ordinary blade wouldn't even break their skin.

Before he could finish thinking, his deputy stepped forward and threw a punch.

There were no fancy moves, just a straight punch.

Fu Qing parried with his sword.

"when--!"

When the blade strikes a fist, it doesn't splatter blood, it sprays sparks!

Fu Qing felt as if he had struck a metal plate with his knife, and his entire arm was going numb.

Only a faint white mark remained on the man's fist; the skin wasn't even broken.

Fu Qing was truly terrified this time. His knife strike should have cracked the stone, but this guy didn't budge an inch!

So this is the Meridian Opening Realm...?

The man's lips twitched, and he threw a second punch.

Fu Qing dodged to the side and punched the tent post behind him, breaking the thick wooden post in two.

Taking advantage of the moment when he withdrew his fist, Fu Qing slashed at his back with another knife, and there was another "clang".

The deputy turned around without even frowning.

"I told you, the knife is useless against me. Die, you little bug."

He swung his fist at Fu Qing, who had no time to dodge and could only parry with his sword.

The fist slammed into the blade, bending it slightly. Fu Qing was thrown back seven or eight steps by the force of the punch, his hand gripping the knife was torn, and his muscles were numb. The impact infuriated him.

"Where the hell is Zhou Tie?! I can't take this anymore!"

His deputy walked towards him unhurriedly. In his view, the outcome of the battle was never in doubt from the start.

"You're very strong to have killed so many of my men. I'll turn your head into a chamber pot."

At this moment, Fu Qing finally found an opportunity, opened the panel and allocated all the plunder points to the three-dimensional values.

The moment he broke through to the ninth level of Body Tempering, a violent shockwave exploded from his body, causing the mud beneath his feet to crack in seven or eight places, and the surrounding Di soldiers were pushed back several steps by the shockwave.

The deputy stopped, squinted, and re-examined the sudden surge of energy and blood emanating from Fu Qing. He then nodded, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"Ninth level of Body Tempering? You were suppressing your cultivation level when you fought just now?"

"you guess!"

Fu Qing gripped the hilt of his sword and slashed forward.

The second-in-command raised his fist to meet the blade. The blade bounced back, and a white mark appeared on his fist, slightly deeper than the previous one, but still without breaking the skin.

Fu Qinghu's gaping wound widened further, and he almost had a hand cramp, but he still couldn't break through the defense.

The deputy threw a punch back, and Fu Qing parried with his sword again, only to be knocked back several feet by the punch.

Even when one is at the Meridian Opening Realm and the ninth level of Body Tempering, the difference is still there—he can catch his deputy's fist without being knocked away, but every punch makes his bones crack.

After blocking five or six punches, his arms were so sore and numb that he could barely grip the knife hilt.

He cleaved the man's chest with all his might, leaving a shallow white mark on his pectoral muscle. The deputy glanced down, then swatted at the mark as if it were a fly.

Finally, the deputy punched Fu Qing in the chest, and the steel mesh of the soft armor could no longer withstand the fist of a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm!

The force of the punch penetrated the soft armor and struck his chest, causing him to cough up blood as his back slammed against a tent pole.

The loss of Qi and blood jumps to 30%, 40%, 50%, the values ​​are rising, but the next moment...

The 15-minute buff ended, and the three-dimensional values ​​dropped back to their original levels. Fu Qing's legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hands on his sword, muttering to himself.

"Let it drop a little more, let it drop a little more..."

Seeing him kneel down, the deputy wiped the blood from Fu Qing on his fist onto his trouser leg and walked towards Fu Qing unhurriedly.

"Yasukuni, you are very tenacious, able to contend with me for so long with your body tempering level, but the outcome will not change."

Just as his deputy was three steps away from Fu Qing, a crisp notification sound rang in Fu Qing's mind—his health was below 20%, triggering the "Blood Battle" effect.

The three-dimensional values ​​are temporarily doubled.