Lu Ren hesitated no longer, returning the longsword to its sheath, he took a quick step forward, facing Old Xu with a smug smile on his face, and his fists rained down like a storm.
A full three seconds, the old man was directly suspended in mid-air by Lu Ren’s fists, then blasted a dozen meters away by the last punch.
At this moment, his skin was completely shattered, revealing his true form—a withered mummy-like appearance—as Old Xu struggled to raise his head to look at Lu Ren.
"I didn’t expect that your Fist Technique... is even more powerful than your Swordsmanship, I, Old Xu..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Ren stomped on Old Xu’s head, crushing it, and no sound was heard thereafter.
"Ding, you stomped and killed Earth-bound Spirit Old Xu, your Phoenix Falcon Fist Skill Level +1"
If he guessed correctly, this Old Xu should be similar to an Earth-bound Spirit, still conscious, yet forever stuck at the moment of his previous life.
Lu Ren turned back to look at the sunlit town, now bathed in the slanting evening sun, fearing that once night fell, this place would instantly transform into a Ghostly Realm.
Without looking back, he left, and just as the town was about to disappear from view, Lu Ren couldn’t help but glance back, and was suddenly shocked.
Unknowingly, at the town’s edge, there stood a large silent crowd, each staring at him with blank expressions, eyes fixated, unblinking.
The eerie sensation was spine-tingling.
"Ding. Due to being scared, your Spiritual Proficiency passive +1"
Mad, usually meditating with the Heartless Sword Visualization Method doesn’t increase skill level this fast!
Quickly leaving the town, Lu Ren headed toward another direction across the plains, and two hours later, the sky was gradually darkening.
Not daring to advance further, wielding his heavy alloy sword in Yan Form, he quickly dug a pit in a slightly elevated mound large enough to accommodate three people, gathered some firewood, and laboriously pulled a large stone to block the hole, leaving only a few air vents.
After doing all this, night had completely fallen, and Lu Ren felt a slight relief.
He touched his hip pouch, inside it were many Highly Concentrated Nutrient Pills, enough to sustain him for a month with some leftover, but he hastily needed to find a solution for the water supply.
Lu Ren pondered haphazardly for a while, eventually sitting cross-legged, practicing Heartless Sword.
This Heartless Sword Visualization Method had already formed a skill, now all he needed to do was continually engrave the Wooden Sword to increase his Skill Level. As the Skill Level increased, the Spirit Attribute would also gradually grow.
Furthermore, Lu Ren discovered that as he continued visualization, with continuous Skill Level improvement, his spiritual will became more concentrated, enhancing his focus, which significantly improved his efficiency in practicing both Fist Technique and Basic Swordsmanship.
Lu Ren realized that Yan Zhenghua had indeed taught him an extremely formidable Swordsmanship.
Unexpectedly, the usually lazy and sleazy, woman-obsessed Yan Zhenghua had created such a remarkable martial art.
It seems he was deeply hurt by a woman!
Time slowly passed, and the darkness outside the cave grew deeper.
Suddenly, faint sounds of battle cries reached Lu Ren’s ears, gradually growing louder and more intense.
This alerting Lu Ren, he opened his eyes.
"This battle will be victorious!!"
The sound of weapons clashing, battle cries, and screams suddenly converged.
Lu Ren’s expression changed slightly, could it be a battlefield outside?!
Before thinking more, the dense sound of footsteps caused the mound to constantly shake, until he lifted his head, his face sinking as a large amount of soil fell.
Digging out from the soil, still catching his breath, suddenly a spear thrust towards his head from behind.
Lu Ren tilted his head, glancing sideways to see a soldier clad in armor, a skull with decaying flesh, roaring furiously.
Lu Ren expressionlessly drew back his longsword, watching the headless corpse tumble to the ground.
This place had already turned into a battlefield!
Two armies clashed in a kill-or-be-killed battleground!
The overwhelming battle cries, the relentless, deadly aura as people fell constantly made Lu Ren frown.
If a regular person came here, they would likely be terrified and not survive more than ten seconds before being torn apart by the soldiers’ leaders from both sides.
Lu Ren’s gaze intensified, looking at the spears and great sabers coming at him from all directions, he drew his dual swords.
He shifted his legs slightly, settling his waist and hips. As a practitioner of Phoenix Falcon Fist Technique, he had extremely powerful arms, broad and exceptionally strong back muscles, shoulder and neck muscles, and bulging made muscles in his arms.
With the swing of his dual swords, relying on the sharpness of the sword’s edge, he was able to slice through all the spears and great sabers coming at him.
Under the concentration of the Intention Sword depicted in Heartless Sword, his speed and power in striking, even his reaction time, improved significantly.
This fully resembled a passive skill.
A series of metallic clashes resonated, relying on the sharpness of his dual swords or perhaps the modern alloy smelting technique’s overwhelming superiority over ancient weapon forging technology. Both weapons crafted by cutting-edge modern smelting techniques would probably be considered extraordinary weapons in ancient times.
Divine soldiers, sharp blades, top-notch.
Lu Ren did not show any mercy, his dual swords like shadows, heavy sword in Yan Form followed the momentum, Longquan light sword nimble like a swimming dragon, each strike was aimed at the vital spots of the soldiers rushing at him.
Fortunately, these Ghostly Realm soldiers would indeed die after sustaining critical hits.
He must leave here, otherwise, he would eventually die from exhaustion.
Armored soldiers from both sides extended to the limits of his vision.
The saying was true: as the number reaches ten thousand, it’s boundless.
Escaping was imminent!
Lu Ren’s peculiar attire completely drew the attention of soldiers from both military formations.
This battlefield was likely the Ghostly Battlefield!
Not far from this battlefield, atop a hillside, two figures, one large and one small, wrapped in vegetation carried something like a monocular, squinting with one eye.
"Hey hey, is that person alive?! How did he appear?"
"How would I know? Just suddenly popped up, daring to venture inside!"
The large guy shook his head, his voice calm, "Seems it’s over for him, this ancient battlefield replays its battles every night, for people like him, oh shit?!!"
The large guy suddenly exclaimed, his eyes bulged, face showing disbelief.
The small guy quickly asked, "What happened, what happened?"
On the battlefield, a tall dark figure cut through the thorns, wielding dual swords rapidly, transforming into sword shadows, continuously harvesting the lives of soldiers from both sides.
Truly, with every rise and fall of the sword, a head flew high, or amidst the chaos, a spray of severed limbs occurred.
The heavy Yan Form sword in hand gave him the confidence needed to survive in this incredibly complex battlefield.
Heavy breathing emanated from Lu Ren, and in just five minutes, he had expended a significant amount of physical strength.