Serial Player
Chapter 937 - 593: That’s It

Chapter 937: Chapter 593: That’s It

As a player with a primary physique, Li Changhe had 11 points of strength. Even without using any weapon, merely relying on his body’s strength and power, he was a cruel killing machine.

The warrior who planned a surprise attack had his right wrist shattered upon impact, and his head was even pierced through by Li Changhe’s Sharp Fist.

Sharp Fist, simply put, is a fist with the middle finger protruding like a bullet. In Tongbei Quan, it is called Sharp Fist. The protruding knuckle, like a bullet, penetrated the warrior’s temple, and the powerful force directly killed him.

"Bastard!" The Qingdao Warrior was infuriated, his favorite apprentice, the genius of the sect who mastered God Speed Iai the fastest, had just been the one attempting the sneak attack!

And right before his own eyes, without enough time to issue a warning, he made his move... and then he was struck dead by the opponent.

"He’s a cross-training master, stay away from him!" the Qingdao Warrior yelled with bloodshot eyes, "Only Yamamoto and I can cut through his body! You all go fight that woman! Don’t underestimate them!"

"Yes!" The four Japanese extraordinaries shouted and instantly pounced on Qiu Wentian, who was wielding a chair as a weapon. It resembled the ferocious scene of a badger attacking its prey.

However, the surrounded Qiu Wentian was not the least bit panicked. Instead, the corners of her mouth lifted; her Title Skill was Northern Ocean Ship-Slicer.

It was attained in the Instance based on the Battle of Jiawu! She had already been old rivals with Japanese swordsmanship experts.

God Speed Iai? Gentle Breeze Swift Return? These were mere leftovers to her! With more than seven A-rank combat skills, Qiu Wentian was the one with the strongest swordsmanship here!

Qiu Wentian broke off two chair legs with her bare hands: "Then let me show you what Two Heavens One Style really is!"

On the other side, although the Qingdao Warrior was angry, he did not lose his reason.

From the way Li Changhe had just killed his disciple, he could tell that Li Changhe’s physique was already terrifying. He suspected cross-training!

Cross-training, unlike other martial arts that focus on techniques or magical skills like Qimen Dunjia,

is mainly focused on developing physical strength. They believe that only through one’s own strength can true power be achieved.

Some cross-training masters could even develop a physique as resilient as the Buddhist Colored Glaze Body.

However, the training for cross-training is extremely arduous, and every school’s magical skill requires long periods of cultivation.

At the same time, due to the massive amount of time and energy spent on cross-training, these masters are often at a disadvantage when facing those with bizarre escapement techniques.

Unfortunately, among the Japanese extraordinaries present, there was no Onmyoji. Otherwise, they might have been able to slow this guy down.

However, those who have trained their physiques to such a level are well-known masters, and among them, there would definitely not be this youth.

"Is it a disguise by an extraordinary from Hua Country? Or... a genius hidden by the Association?" If it’s the latter, then he must not be allowed to live.

The Qingdao Warrior thought and then swiftly drew his sword, preparing to execute his strongest sword technique with Yamamoto.

He and Yamamoto were both sword technique experts amongst the Japanese extraordinaries, known as ’Seven Knives.’ They were indeed famous extraordinaries.

In the arena, only they had the highest likelihood of cutting through Li Changhe’s body.

"Even if your body is as strong as steel, what of it? Today, I will break your physique and sever your head!"

The two were already in position to strike, even if one of them were to be killed by Li Changhe, the other would be able to cut through Li Changhe’s neck. They were determined to kill Hua Country’s extraordinary talent!

Yet, Li Changhe had also picked up a samurai sword, assuming the stance to attack with the raised blade.

"Looking for death!" the Qingdao Warrior and Yamamoto sneered. A cross-training expert had abandoned his own advantage to use a poorly mastered samurai sword against two ’Seven Knives’? That was courting death!

But as Li Changhe approached with his sword drawn, he said, "I’m in a real hurry right now, so I won’t play with you guys. Let’s settle this with one move, I do know one Japanese sword technique."

The samurai sword was instantly tinged pitch-black as a blue pattern spread across it.

The Qingdao Warrior and Yamamoto felt a lethal threat approaching and had no time to wonder why a youth of this age possessed such strength.

To have a physique trained to such a level and still have the talent to learn other magical skills? What kind of talent is that!

He must be killed!

Both men drew their swords, and in an instant, the bright gleam of their blades illuminated the entire hall.

Li Changhe raised his sword, a phrase in Japanese escaping his lips.

"Taste the sword of the Dragon God!"

Qingdao Warrior???

Yamamoto???

Li Changhe’s sword descended in a single strike.

The samurai sword, bestowed with divinity, achieved an unimaginable boost and cleaved the Qingdao Warrior in two, along with his sword. The so-called sword technique wasn’t even displayed before he was killed by a single slash.

But the bisected Qingdao Warrior didn’t die immediately; instead, he fiercely grasped the blade of Li Changhe’s sword with both hands and roared, "Quick!"

Yamamoto’s face turned grim as he brandished his samurai sword towards Li Changhe’s back. This was the worst-case scenario, sacrificing one to kill Li Changhe.

He just hadn’t expected to be forced into using this tactic so quickly. Li Changhe had actually sliced through Qingdao. It was inconceivable, but fortunately, he had already made it behind him.

Li Changhe quickly swung his hand backward, with his fingers striking the middle of the samurai sword. That was the weak point in the sword’s force, and Li Changhe dispersed it with a punch, immediately dismantling Yamamoto’s offensive.

The next second, Li Changhe released the sword held by the Qingdao Warrior and jabbed a knifehand into Yamamoto’s chest. His fingers, as tough as steel, crushed Yamamoto’s internal organs.

It was then that Yamamoto realized... whether it was combat awareness or combat power, the opponent had indeed far surpassed him. At this age...

Li Changhe withdrew his arm, nonchalantly wiping it on Yamamoto’s body.

"You’ve wasted over thirty seconds of my time. Damn it!" Li Changhe looked down at the still sputtering Yamamoto at his feet: "Yamamoto, f*** your ancestors."

Yamamoto, who couldn’t understand Chinese, opened his mouth... and died powerlessly, unable to close his eyes in peace.

Elsewhere, Qiu Wentian, covered in blood, had finished her battle. Those who died at her hands had experienced an unimaginable psychological shock.

A petite and sweet-looking girl had spun like a whirlwind, killing every Japanese Extraordinary who came close. One force breaking all methods, those Japanese Extraordinary died with faces full of life doubts. Because Qiu Wentian was executing the legendary Two Heavens One Sword Style, a technique that even the Japanese Extraordinary found difficult to replicate, yet performed by a girl more than a decade younger than them. They died with their eyes wide open!

Actually, created by Miyamoto Musashi, the Two Heavens One Sword Style required immense strength to wield, and only those with a strength attribute above 12 points could bring out its full power.

"Japanese Extraordinaries? Not all that impressive." Seeing that Li Changhe had also ended his battle, Qiu Wentian couldn’t help but mock: "Just this."

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