Martial Dao: Peace by Force

Chapter 258: Chapter 171: Obtaining the Qi Refining Technique, Counting the Spoils

”Wait! What is this?!”

The unstoppable Sword Intent surged forth, tearing through the air and making the green-robed man’s scalp tingle with terror.

He stared at Wan Ze in disbelief.

’How could this big, burly brute possibly have cultivated such a powerful Sword Intent?!’

’This strike is powerful!’

’Damn it, it’s absurdly strong!’

His instincts were screaming warnings... Run! Run now!

The green-robed man twisted his body mid-air, desperately trying to change direction.

But Wan Ze’s sword had already descended.

BOOM!!!!

A visible wave of Sword Qi erupted, pushing forward in a crescent moon shape. Everywhere it passed, it tore a white rift in the air.

The Sword Qi, carrying a terrifying pressure, roared as it lunged toward the green-robed man.

His two Blood Corpses had no time to block for him, so the green-robed man could only cross his arms in defense as dark red Blood Evil Qi coalesced into a shield around his body.

BANG!!!

The instant the Sword Qi collided with the Blood Evil Shield, the green-robed man’s expression twisted.

The Blood Evil Shield he took such pride in was like paper in the face of the Sword Qi, shattering to pieces without holding for even a second.

The Sword Qi cut into his body unimpeded, the massive impact sending him flying backward.

RUMBLE!!!!

The green-robed man’s body shot back over ten meters, smashing violently into the forest. He snapped three or four large trees before tumbling several times through a pile of crushed rock, finally skidding to a stop.

”Aargh!”

The intense pain made the green-robed man let out a wretched scream, but...

He was still alive.

Meanwhile, Feng Jiuchen, who had rushed halfway forward to help, skidded to a sudden halt, completely stunned.

His eyes widened as he stared at the scene in disbelief, then couldn’t help but look back at Wan Ze.

’This Fellow Daoist Wan seemed so young and naive... Is he really this vicious in a fight?’

Wan Ze, however, paid no attention to Feng Jiuchen’s gaze.

Without looking back, he shot forward like an arrow from a bow, sprinting toward where the green-robed man had crashed.

Right now, he had only one thought in his mind...

Swing the sword!

Swing it furiously!

He didn’t know why this Ancient Sword had answered his call and appeared here, but it served as the perfect outlet for his emotions!

The green-robed man had just struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble. His entire body was covered in wounds, his robes torn to shreds, revealing livid bruises and several sword gashes deep enough to show bone.

Before he could even steady himself, he saw the burly giant was already upon him.

”You—”

”Wai—”

But Wan Ze gave him no chance to speak.

Draw!

Slash!

One strike!

Two strikes!

Ten strikes!

Fifty strikes!

One hundred strikes!!!

Terrifying golden sword light poured out in a frenzy, as if the gates of hell had been thrown open.

Countless streams of Sword Qi intertwined into an inescapable net, completely enveloping the area around the green-robed man.

The Sword Qi bombarded the ground, blasting open massive craters.

Soil, crushed rock, and splintered branches were swept up by the Sword Qi, ground into fine powder in the air.

A half-standing tree trunk was blasted into splinters by the first strike. The second strike turned those splinters to dust. The third strike vaporized the dust, leaving not even ash behind.

The ground trembled violently, and the air let out a continuous, piercing shriek. The entire forest seemed to suffocate under the terrifying pressure of the Sword Momentum.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!!

The unending explosions echoed through the valley, as if a hundred cannons were firing simultaneously.

The golden sword light illuminated the area as bright as day, its brilliance momentarily suppressing the glow of the Red Moon.

Watching from a distance, Feng Jiuchen felt his heart pound in his chest.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, sucking in a sharp breath of cold air.

This Fellow Daoist Wan had seemed young and simple, with an earnestness to his words and actions. He had assumed Wan Ze was a clueless newcomer, freshly arrived in Huangliang.

He never expected him to be so brutal... one could even describe his fighting style as frenzied.

Over a hundred strikes, and every single one was delivered with full force. Not a single feint among them.

Furthermore, from start to finish, Wan Ze’s expression remained placid, as if he were performing the most ordinary of tasks.

This fact terrified Feng Jiuchen even more.

The forest finally fell silent.

The dust gradually settled, revealing the patch of land that had been plowed over countless times by Sword Qi...

A massive crater, dozens of meters in diameter. The bottom was scorched black, and its walls were crisscrossed with sword scars—some several meters deep, the shallowest still deeper than a man is tall.

At the bottom of the crater, the green-robed man lay curled in a ball, his body a mangled mess of flesh and blood from countless sword wounds.

But somehow, he wasn’t dead yet.

He was still hanging on by a thread.

The green-robed man struggled to raise his head and look up at Wan Ze on the crater’s edge. The arrogance and disdain were finally gone from his eyes.

In their place was a terror he had never before known.

”You... Your sword...”

”This is definitely not a Swordsmanship that some ordinary faction could teach... Who... who in the world are you?”

Wan Ze didn’t answer.

He tilted his head, looking at the green-robed man in the crater.

’This guy is unbelievably tough. Beaten to a pulp, and he can still talk.’

’Qi Refiners... are really different from ordinary people.’

’And even though this place is called Huangliang, people bleed when they’re hurt, just like in the real world...’ Wan Ze didn’t know the reason for it, but he found it all very mysterious.

Wan Ze had no intention of wasting words. He leaped into the crater, grabbed the green-robed man by the hair, and hauled him up from the ground.

”AAAARGH!!!!” The green-robed man cried out in agony, his scalp screaming in pain as he was left dangling in mid-air.