The flashes of swords and sabers flashed incessantly under the gloomy sky, and dazzling sparks erupted with every collision.
Shouts and screams intertwined, making people's eardrums hurt.
The men in black were agile and moved decisively and cleanly, weaving through the crowd like black ghosts, the weapons in their hands shining coldly.
Although the supervisors were outnumbered, they were gradually at a disadvantage due to the protective advantage of the armor worn by the men in black.
From time to time, supervisors were injured and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
Xu Yunfan moved carefully through the crowd, his steps as light as a civet cat, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, fearing that he would be caught in this crazy vortex of killing if he was not careful.
His heart was in his throat, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. In this cold weapon fighting environment where people could die at any time, only by being doubly careful could he find a glimmer of hope.
Crawling and tumbling to the edge of the battlefield, Xu Yunfan spotted Zhou Feng not far away. He was closely following a tall, fair-skinned man, his expression tense, and he followed closely, not daring to stray even a step.
He quickly averted his gaze, pausing for a moment when an overseer noticed him and rushed over.
He remembered this overseer as the guy who had been throwing away trash like a pancake in the mine.
Carrying Li Haomiao on his back was a bit ostentatious and attracted attention.
Li Haomiao felt Xu Yunfan's heart begin to beat violently, his blood boiling. He whispered,
"That overseer is only just beginning martial arts training. Martial arts training requires courage, strength, and skill. If you lack courage, even if you possess unparalleled skills, the slightest obstacle will shatter your mind and render your path to no further progress."
"Be courageous and diligent, forge ahead courageously, and maintain your unwavering resolve. This is a battlefield! Retreat means death, charge forth!"
Xu Yunfan forced himself to suppress his turbulent emotions, silently chanting the Shangshan Ruoshui mantra. Though he hadn't mastered the Lin character technique, it quickly calmed him.
Without hesitation, he took quick steps, each one swift and powerful, charging straight at the overseer. His swift kicks, his body whipping up a fierce gust of wind.
Seeing this, the overseer's face instantly crackled into a sinister smile, his flesh twisting like a demon.
He swung his long sword, a cold gleam flashing through the air, slicing a chilling arc through the air, accompanied by a whirring sound, as he slashed towards Xu Yunfan's head.
Xu Yunfan's entire body tensed, every muscle like a fully wound bow, poised to strike.
Just as the longsword, carrying a whirring wind, threatened to split him in two, he suddenly exerted force on his feet, his soles pulling against the ground as if pulled by an invisible force.
Then, with a swift twist of his ankle and a twist of his hips, he dodged sideways.
His movements were fluid and effortless, as if practiced a thousand times, and he easily avoided the ferocious, deadly blow.
Xu Yunfan wondered, "Is this overseer unable to lift his sword, or am I just too quick?"
It was his quick reflexes!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Yunfan's gaze blazed as he met the overseer's still-unwavering ferocity and wide-eyed astonishment.
The overseer's strike missed, and just as he was about to retract his sword, he roared and swung his arm.
The crude pickaxe in his hand now felt like a mighty hammer, ripping through the stagnant air with a sharp, whirring sound.
The iron pickaxe, with its unstoppable spirit, pierced like lightning.
The supervisor, terrified, raised his hand in a panic to block it, but it was too late.
The pickaxe's tip was like an arrow, arcing in the air and darting from back to front with unstoppable force.
With a dull "puff" sound, it pierced the supervisor's neck.
Blood gushed out, splashing in the air.
Xu Yunfan pulled and pulled, and the supervisor's neck was instantly covered in blood and flesh. Without a scream, he fell to the ground, breathless.
In an instant, the smell of blood filled the air, pungent and unpleasant.
Li Haomiao smacked his lips.
"So cruel!"
It turned out that his strength had reached this level.
The supervisor, who he used to bow his head and dare not look at, could not even last a round in front of him now.
In an instant, the pent-up anger in Xu Yunfan's heart from the time travel was fully released at this moment, and a hearty and refreshing emotion surged in his chest.
Hormones surged through his body, his blood surging as he quickly gathered his energy and spirit to its peak.
His fingers delicately spun the crude iron pickaxe in a circle, and without hesitation, Xu Yunfan glanced around.
Seeing this, several nearby overseers paused, hesitated, exchanged glances, and finally charged forward.
Xu Yunfan's blow proved that the other party wasn't just a beginner in martial arts, but had likely already mastered a certain technique.
If they fought alone, they would be no match.
Xu Yunfan naturally wouldn't let these overseers surround him. After clearing out the overseers blocking his path, he unleashed his swift kicks to the limit.
His gaze was cold as he raised his iron pickaxe. His arm muscles bulged, veins throbbing, and his hips sank as his hips lowered.
Using his body as a bow and his arm as a string, he brought down the iron pick like a heavy hammer, its force so swift and powerful it sliced through the air, making a whirring sound.
The overseer stood in awe, completely unprepared for Xu Yunfan's impulsive and swift attack. He barely raised his weapon halfway before the pick's tip sank into his head, killing him instantly.
"If only I had a hammer,"
Xu Yunfan sighed. His pick's swing was somewhat unsatisfactory. The Bronze Body Technique was a hammer technique, presumably a precursor to some other hammer-based martial art.
He surveyed the battlefield, finding no one using a hammer.
Halfway through, Xu Yunfan's gaze flickered. He spotted Yang Gan, not far away, wielding an iron whip, wielding it like a snake.
For a moment, he kept four or five men in black at bay. A single blow sent earth and rocks scattering across the ground.
A moment's carelessness would have seen one of the men in black lying on the ground, wounds so bloody they could be seen deep enough to reveal the bone.
Seeing this, Xu Yunfan immediately changed direction. This man had mastered the art of skin training and specialized in horizontal training, and he harbored considerable ill will. A head-on collision would be disastrous.
Xu Yunfan stared intently at Fang Mushan, who was sprinting ahead. Seeing him pick up his pace, he felt compelled to quicken his pace as well.
Fortunately, he possessed the skill of "flying legs." While the name might sound rather cheesy, it was exceptionally adept at long-distance running.
With each stride, his core leg muscles engaged, as if a force rose from his feet, propelling him forward like a spring.
Soon, as they reached the foot of a ridge, away from the battlefield, they saw an overseer leap out from the front, a long whip in hand, raise his hand, and flick his wrist.
The whip sliced through the air like a venomous snake, whirring as it flew towards Fang Mushan.
Fang Mushan remained expressionless, raising his hand and firmly grasping the whip.
As Xu Yunfan watched, Fang Mushan's arm muscles bulged slightly. He pulled back, and the supervisor, like a fierce bear, twisted and twisted his entire body, causing him to stumble towards Fang Mushan.
(End of this chapter)