Devouring: Starting with an innate sacred body and Dao embryo

Chapter 5: His Physical Strength Draws Attention

"Awooo!"

A violent roar erupted.

Jiang Chen's rampage attracted the attention of several high-level beast generals among the beast horde.

A silver-armored giant boar charged forward, its body measuring over ten meters long and seven or eight meters high, resembling a small mountain of flesh, crashing into the ground with tremendous force.

Its long tusks resembled sharp spears, its bristles were like hard steel needles, and its silvery-white skin struck and rubbed against the stone, producing a metallic clang.

Along the way, the ground was deeply dented from being trampled, and several martial artists, unable to dodge in time, were smashed to pieces by the powerful impact.

The combat suit on his body was torn like cloth, and the weapons were twisted beyond recognition.

"Well done!"

At this critical moment, Jiang Chen surprisingly sheathed his long sword.

The body is slightly bent and tense, the fists are clenched, and the front of the body is drawn in.

His slender body was like a drawn bow, ready to unleash its power, and his muscular arms were like arrows nocked on the bowstring. As the silver-armored boar arrived, he unleashed a punch.

"Ninefold Thunder Blade, Fourth Level!"

A soft shout, accompanied by a sonic boom, slammed into the hard head of the charging silver-armored boar.

Click!

The immense force caused the ground to crack, leaving a spiderweb-like network of fissures everywhere.

Jiang Chen was knocked back dozens of meters away, but he was not injured in the slightest and did not feel any discomfort.

His body, encased in combat gear, was as clear as jade and incredibly sturdy. Even the physical strength of a high-ranking war god could not compare to his.

Opposite him, the silver-armored boar did not retreat an inch, but the spot on its head where Jiang Chen's fist struck it was dented, causing it to roar in pain.

"Although its strength is not comparable to that of a high-level beast general, its physical toughness far surpasses that of a high-level beast general."

Jiang Chen thought to himself.

Generally speaking, monsters are much stronger than martial artists of the same level, both in terms of strength and toughness.

Human martial artists need equipment, weapons, techniques, and skills to bridge the gap between themselves and monsters.

But now, Jiang Chen, with only his physical body and the strength of a novice warrior, has managed to injure a high-level beast general. This is simply beyond reason.

"The innate sacred body and Dao embryo are indeed extraordinary."

Jiang Chen drew his longsword again. After testing the sturdiness of the body, there was no need to delay any longer. It was time to deal with this silver-armored boar.

Eight throwing knives circled in front of him; each thrust was equivalent to a strike from a high-ranking general.

A sonic boom resounded as a series of throwing knives pierced the air, heading straight for the silver-armored boar.

The silver-armored boar stood upright, looking ferocious and menacing. It slapped the throwing knives with its hooves, and swung its huge head, its tusks like scimitars, knocking the knives away one by one.

However, with one throwing knife after another, such passive defense will inevitably lead to neglecting one aspect for another.

A throwing knife flew from the left side of the silver-armored boar, swift as a meteor, its sharp blade piercing into the boar's belly as if it were nothing.

The throwing knife pierced through the epidermis, dermis, muscle, and fat, reaching the internal organs. With a jolt, the silver-armored boar lost its footing and collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood.

The other throwing knives, like hyenas hunting for food, pierced the silver-armored boar's body from various angles, killing it completely.

"good!"

This was the first high-level beast general to be slain since the start of the battle, prompting cheers from the many human warriors present.

Encouraged by this, his moves became even more ferocious, and he fought the monsters with even greater intensity.

"Wow, I never knew Brother Chen was so amazing!"

Wu Huai had been watching Jiang Chen closely, and when he saw him kill a high-level beast general with his overwhelming strength, he was speechless with astonishment.

Even facing a low-level beast soldier, he felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and he was drenched in sweat as he fought against it.

Even when facing high-level beast generals, Jiang Chen dealt with them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, which made Jiang Chen question his life.

"They're both martial artists, so why is there such a huge difference?"

At this moment, three martial artists remained seated in the front carriage of the train, without disembarking.

In front of them was a 3D projector that clearly showed the situation outside.

The three of them calmly watched the battle between the martial artists and the monsters outside.

Upon witnessing Jiang Chen's dazzling performance, the others couldn't help but nod slightly.

"This young man is quite strong. He actually killed a high-level beast general all by himself. He's probably not far from becoming a war god."

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face looked on with admiration.

"He looks very young, he has a bright future ahead of him!" another slightly thin man couldn't help but exclaim.

"The power generation technique he used in his punch just now seemed to be the Ninefold Thunder Blade?"

The last burly man with a weathered face stared at Jiang Chen on the projector, recalling his punch just now, "Judging from the way he exerted his power, he should have cultivated to the fourth level."

"What?!"

Everyone present was slightly taken aback. "Old Du, are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

"Since I became a martial artist, I've learned the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade technique, and I've now reached the sixth level. With a single strike, I can even cleave through a mid-level lord-class monster. Do you think I'm mistaken?"

Du Chen snorted coldly and said firmly, "The Nine-Fold Thunder Blade he just used did indeed reach the fourth level."

"So young, yet already at the level of a beginner warrior, and a mentalist at that! His Nine-Fold Thunder Blade technique has even reached the fourth level. With such talent, I wonder which martial arts school he joined?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Scarface Liu Conghu stood up abruptly. "I'll go take a look."

"Hehe, Old Liu has developed a fondness for talent again and wants to recruit this young man?" The thin man Bai Jue chuckled from the side.

"As the president of the Kyoto Raiden General Association, recruiting talent is naturally my duty."

Liu Cong said as he stepped off the train.

"It's a pity Feng Jue didn't come, otherwise we might have been able to see a good show."

Du Chen shook his head with some regret.

"You just love watching the drama unfold. If Feng Jue were here, the two of them might actually come to blows," Bai Jue said with a laugh.

Feng Jue is the president of the Kyoto Extreme Club and has always been at odds with Liu Cong.

Both men displayed their skills and gave their all in the competition for talent, even resorting to physical fights several times over the same prize.

If it were really here, it would probably be another fierce battle.

Outside the train, the monsters that had attacked it were wiped out by a group of martial artists working together.

Jiang Chen's performance was the most outstanding; he single-handedly killed three of the eight high-level beast generals.

Twenty-three intermediate-level beast generals perished at his hands.

As for the novice beast generals and beast soldiers, there are countless of them.

The other martial artists present, whether intentionally or unintentionally, were all watching Jiang Chen with awe.

"Brother Chen, you're absolutely amazing!"

Wu Huai rushed over, wanting to hug Jiang Chen.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen turned around and dodged, causing Wu Huai to crash directly into a railing not far away.

"It hurts!"

Wu Huai rubbed his face and looked at Jiang Chen with a wronged expression: "Brother Chen, you're really not giving me any face."

"Did you just kill a weasel monster? Go wash up, you stink."

Jiang Chen waved his hand. Now that the battle was over, he wasn't wearing a helmet or mask, and the pungent stench made him frown.

Other martial artists also avoided Wu Huai.

Only the seven guards, wearing helmets and masks, stood around Wu Huai.

The mere mention of his body odor made Wu Huai's face instantly contort in a grimace.

"Ugh! I'm so unlucky. I finally managed to kill a low-level beast soldier, and it was a weasel. The scent it emitted before it died has stained this combat uniform. It will take at least several days to completely dissipate."

"Alright, go wash up first, at least that will get rid of some of the smell." Jiang Chen really didn't want to say any more.

"All right."

Wu Huai smelled the odor on his body and almost vomited. He quickly walked to a washroom on the train.

"Your name is Jiang Chen, right? Impressive skills. Are you a member of a martial arts school?"

Just then, a bold voice rang out behind Jiang Chen.

(End of this chapter)