Once again, a head-to-head clash led to an astonishing scene.
The two opponents couldn't fathom how someone at the early stage of the Meridian Realm could achieve such feats.
"This kid’s body is strange, his defense is too strong, and his strength is far beyond that of the Meridian Realm."
"He can even neutralize our Qi!"
They exchanged a look. One of them drew a sword, and the other twirled a staff, charging toward Han.
Han's gaze lingered on the staff for a moment.
Is that... a Weapon Soul?
Where did this warrior come from to possess such a weapon?
The swordsman, on the other hand, wasn’t wielding a Weapon Soul, though his blade was made from a blend of Weapon Soul materials, making it sharper and more durable than regular forged weapons.
With a thought, Han’s own Weapon Soul longsword appeared in his hand, and he silently activated a spell.
His sword gleamed brilliantly, drawing all eyes.
Once the radiance faded, the sword appeared even sharper than before.
"Clang!"
The sword met the staff with a resounding clash.
With a swift palm strike, Han blocked the sword, the sound of iron against stone reverberating through the air.
"Weapon Soul?!" The staff-wielder was taken aback.
How could a regular weapon withstand his Weapon Soul staff?
What kind of place is Taibai Martial Hall to provide Weapon Souls to Meridian Realm disciples?
The staff-wielder had initially thought Han’s body was merely peculiar, but now his weapon was just as formidable.
Furthermore, Han seemed to absorb the blows, his body unscathed. Was this for real?
"This sword is meant to take your life!" Han roared, unleashing a barrage of strikes. Taibai Swordplay, exquisite and unparalleled, was far beyond anything these two could match.
"Slash!"
The sword sliced across the chest of the swordsman, tearing through his robes. Beneath them, his Hundred Refinement Inner Armor was also cut open.
The swordsman’s blade met Han’s, causing him to cough up blood, but the sound of iron clashing filled the air as their weapons met.
"Weapon Soul Armor? How is this possible?"
Both of them turned pale. No wonder this man could withstand their blows so easily!
Blood staining his face, Han’s smile looked a bit grim.
"Impossible? You two poor fools!"
The two warriors' anger flared. Those words cut deeper than any strike they’d received.
"How can two Weapon Souls help you?" the staff-wielder bellowed. "In the end, you’re just in the Meridian Realm. How long can you hold out?"
"Die!"
Han activated another item, a surge of hot energy coursing through his body. The injuries from earlier rapidly healed as a new, more powerful strength erupted within him.
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A fighting spirit filled his heart, enabling him to unleash even greater power.
The Nine Orifice Golden Dan began rapidly releasing its medicinal energy, healing his wounds, replenishing his vitality, and quickly converting it into Qi.
How long can I last?
I could fight you all day!
The clash of sword and fist, exchanging injury for injury, caused the ground to erupt with craters as dust flew into the air.
The flashing of swords, the howling winds from fists, and the shouts filled the air.
Anyone witnessing this battle would be speechless.
A Meridian Realm warrior, this powerful?
It was something they had never heard of or seen before!
By the end, even the two Vital Realm warriors began to feel fear.
They were both severely wounded.
The sight of two Vital Realm warriors being forced into such a state by a mere Meridian Realm fighter was unimaginable.
They never anticipated this would be the outcome.
"Freak! Freak! You’re not in the Meridian Realm! How can a Meridian Realm warrior have this kind of power?"
"Even the most talented warrior couldn’t have this kind of strength when first entering the Meridian Realm!"
Han didn’t respond. Sword shadows flashed as he struck, each move deadly.
Do you think you’re fighting just anyone?
You’re facing me, someone who’s used the Vajra Charm, Weapon Soul Charms, Berserk Pills, Combat Liquor, and the Nine Orifice Golden Dan!
The Vajra Charm, granting me the power of a Vajra! Limitless strength! Unyielding like diamond!
The Weapon Soul Charms, enhancing the sharpness and sturdiness of my weapon by another level!
The Berserk Pills, boosting my strength!
The Combat Liquor, restoring my health, enhancing my spirit, and fueling my combat intent!
You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve boosted my defense, offense, endurance, and recovery...
What level are you at? What level am I at?
What kind of resources do you have? What do I have?
Have you even activated your full potential?
What kind of scum dares to ambush me?
"Boom!"
Han kicked the swordsman in the chest, sending him flying, blood gushing from his mouth in shock.
"Stop! Stop! I’ll tell you who sent us to kill you! If you stop now, we can make a deal!"
Upon hearing this, Han paused, and the other two warriors exchanged a look of hope.
"Solar Fist!"
Suddenly, Han shouted.
The two warriors were startled, instinctively going on the defensive. But they felt no strike from Han’s fists or feet—only an overwhelming light filling their vision.
They were blind!
"What is this technique?!"
With his vision unaffected, Han looked at the two panicked enemies, a cold smile on his face.
Still so foolish.
Did you really think I was attacking with my body just because I shouted?
You never learn!
Han charged toward them, and though the two could no longer see, their hearing and warrior instincts remained sharp. They could still sense Han’s presence and prepare to defend.
However, without sight, their defenses were full of openings.
For stronger warriors, not being able to see has an increasingly significant impact.
Illusion Dream Technique!
A technique Han had mastered from the Mountain and Water Temple, it wasn’t particularly effective against warriors, but now it made all the difference.
In this moment of disorientation, life and death were decided.
The fear that had already begun to take root in their hearts now became the nail in their coffins.
One head pierced, one heart exploded.
Two Vital Realm warriors, with respectable statuses, died on the banks of Cloud River.
The Slayer, Taibai Han.
Realm: Early Meridian Realm.
With just a few tricks, formidable foes are turned to ash!
After their deaths, Han collected their souls.
Why should you tell me who was behind this? I can just take it from your memories.
Upon death, a soul naturally dissipates unless it becomes a ghost or is taken by a cultivator.
The blinding light faded, and the world returned to normal.
The Vajra Charm and other items’ effects were about to expire.
Even if the two Vital Realm warriors had delayed for a bit longer, they could never outlast Han.
This wasn’t even Han’s full power.
Han had used the Vajra Charm not just for strength, but to prevent them from escaping. After all, their Qi was deeper than his, and if they had focused on fleeing, that could have been troublesome.
Looking around, the battlefield was a mess. Craters dotted the ground, and the area near the river’s edge had collapsed.
Fighting at the Vital Realm level had caused significant destruction.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Han hurried toward Black Cloud Town. Just as he took a few steps, the Vajra Charm and other effects wore off.
"Hiss!"
Han inhaled sharply, the pain from his injuries flaring up.
Facing two Vital Realm warriors, Han certainly wasn’t unscathed. In fact, he had taken quite a beating.
Those items only gave him the strength to fight them, not make him invincible.
He had been trading injuries for power, relying on his items to heal faster than his enemies.
Courage is a warrior's invisible "divine weapon," their "divine skill."
Pushing through the pain, Han couldn’t afford to linger outside. If more enemies showed up, things could get disastrous.
"Li Granny, just wait until I find out who the mastermind is..."
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, Han heard a sound like something breaking the air, and the sound was rapidly approaching him.
Han's heart sank. Could I have jinxed it? Are there more assassins?
Turning around, Han quickly relaxed, slumping to the ground with a look of relief.