Translator: CinderTL
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Li Chunjun avoided the brunt of the attack, leaping backward and landing mid-way up the staircase.
From this elevated position, he could clearly see dozens of martial artists surging toward him like a tidal wave, eager to ascend the stairs and claim the "prey" that represented fame and fortune with a first kill.
Some clever individuals, seeing the stairway entrance blocked by a throng of people, picked up their pace, accelerating into the air to bypass the crowd and attack from the sides.
However, the moment they leaped, suspended mid-air with no foothold to retreat, what awaited them was Li Chunjun's precisely thrusting sword.
"Swish!"
The sword light tore through the air!
Before the first two martial artists who attempted to leap could even reach the stair railing, Li Chunjun's sword pierced one's throat and the other's skull in a single strike!
Even as he slew them, his sword did not slow in the slightest. The razor-sharp edge whirled, clashing against an oncoming blade that had been slashing upward toward him.
"Clang!"
Sparks erupted as the battle blade was forcefully knocked aside, even disrupting the swordplay of another martial artist on the right.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Chunjun, still standing at the higher ground, swept his sword forward in a devastating arc, beheading the blade-wielding martial artist on the spot.
The sheer force behind the strike was so overwhelming that, despite his sword not being ideal for decapitation, he still managed to slice through the warrior's skull—splitting it in half!
The sword's momentum barely diminished as it continued its path, cutting into the master swordsman beside him, who had been affected by the prior exchange.
This master swordsman was no ordinary opponent—his skill level was likely on par with Sun Yongxing, having reached the pinnacle of inner strength cultivation.
Had this been before, he might have been able to react in time, adjusting his stance to block Li Chunjun's lethal strike. But with Li Chunjun's recent level-ups, his body had undergone multiple enhancements, granting him raw power that pushed his speed beyond human limits.
At the very moment the master swordsman raised his blade to defend, Li Chunjun's sword had already passed through—faster than his ultimate reaction time by a fraction of a second.
The icy sword edge tore through his throat, severing his windpipe, breaking his neck, and slicing open his carotid artery.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Yet, in the midst of chaos, no one paid attention.
Everyone was too focused on charging up the stairs, desperate not to fall behind.
No one noticed that a renowned master of swordsmanship in Guangzhou had already collapsed in agony, blood gushing from his neck, his body shoved aside by the relentless wave of attackers.
Some even cursed him for getting in their way, blocking their path to glory.
Blinded by fame.
Consumed by greed.
At this moment, these martial artists—who were, in essence, no different from merchants—were the perfect embodiment of these two concepts.
The sheer frenzy of the oncoming horde bordered on madness.
Under such circumstances, even if an esteemed martial grandmaster like Mo Lei stood in their way, they might feel a chill run down their spine.
But not Li Chunjun.
His gaze remained terrifyingly calm.
To him, these relentless martial artists, attacking like an unending tide, were nothing more than mobs lured into a "farming spot."
Would anyone fear human-shaped mobs that simply provided "experience points"?
No.
And so, his expression remained unchanged.
His mind and reflexes reached their peak in this most critical moment of combat.
His peripheral vision captured everything with absolute clarity.
Who was trying to leap toward him.
Who intended to flank him from the other side by reaching the second floor first.
Who wielded short weapons.
Who carried long weapons...
Everything.
He knew it all.
It was just like a top-tier player who could effortlessly remember all of their opponent's economic values, equipment choices, and weapon stats.
Li Chunjun would then adjust based on his opponent's configuration—whether that meant a thrusting sword strike, intercepting an attack, dodging, or retreating.
When three intelligent martial artists had already ascended to the second-floor living room from another direction, planning to surround him from the back, Li Chunjun abandoned his focus on the constantly advancing warriors on the stairs.
His strength erupted beneath his feet!
He shot upward like an arrow, instantly breaking free from the siege of the surrounding martial artists and charging toward the three coming from behind.
"Kill!"
"Eradicate the evil for the people!"
"Achieve fame today!"
The three martial artists revealed expressions of delight as they charged to meet him.
But as they moved, they suddenly realized...
Li Chunjun was coming too fast!
Faster than they had imagined!
The leader of the trio had just begun to unsheathe his sword when Li Chunjun, already in motion, launched a powerful kick straight into his chest.
The force of the kick tore through his body in an instant—his ribs, internal organs, and everything else shredded by this penetrative power. The force was so intense that it even tore through his clothing.
The man's body, weighing about seventy to eighty kilograms, was sent flying from the force of the kick, slamming into another martial artist behind him.
As for Li Chunjun...
Using the body of the fallen warrior as a stepping stone, he leveraged the force to launch himself into the air, twisting mid-air and striking with his sword like a lightning bolt.
"Bang!"
Sparks flew as his sword collided with the weapon of a sword-wielding martial artist charging toward him.
The warrior's grip on his sword shattered, and the weapon was violently knocked out of his hand.
With a look of terror in his eyes, the martial artist saw Li Chunjun's other hand suddenly extend, locking onto his head. Li Chunjun's five fingers almost completely covered his face.
Then, as Li Chunjun's feet landed on the ground, he released an explosive force, sending the warrior flying into the air, crashing hard into the wall two meters away.
"Thud!"
The sound of the back of his head hitting the wall echoed like a heavy blow.
Blood erupted, and the wall cracked instantly!
Dust filled the air.
Li Chunjun gripped the warrior's head with unyielding strength, as though trying to bury it into the wall.
His movements didn't stop for a second. Twisting his body with razor-sharp reflexes and perfect balance, he launched another powerful kick, precisely hitting the dropped battle blade that had been flung away earlier.
"Whoosh!"
The battle blade, still carrying the momentum from Li Chunjun's kick, soared into the chest of the martial artist who had barely managed to catch the falling warrior's body.
"Ssss!"
The one-meter-long blade didn't just tear through the warrior's ribs and organs—it kept going, stabbing straight into the chest of the warrior who had caught him, splitting his heart in half.
The martial artist's eyes widened in shock, filled with terror, disbelief...
Finally, they both collapsed, their bodies falling together in unison.
Crimson blood quickly spread beneath their bodies.
This scene caused the martial artists who had just charged up the stairs to the second floor to freeze momentarily. In their eyes, besides excitement and delight, there was a hint of fear.
But...
The warriors at the front were shocked by what they saw, yet those behind continued to push forward, eager to climb to the second floor and capture the flag.
In the chaos, those at the front couldn't control their movements and were involuntarily pushed forward.
Li Chunjun, however, showed no hesitation, raising his sword and charging into the oncoming swarm of martial artists.
At the second-floor stairwell, the bloodshed surged once more!
(End of the Chapter)
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