Translator: CinderTL
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First Floor - Main Hall
Jin Guangming and the wealthy elites around him watched with smiles as dozens of martial artists surged toward Li Chunjun from all directions.
Their smiles widened when they recognized the leading figures—renowned inner-strength martial artists of Guangzhou.
Though there was a gap between external training, inner strength, and the integration realm, they were still mere mortals. The disparity wasn't insurmountable.
As long as one was cut or stabbed, they would bleed and suffer injuries. A few well-equipped, experienced inner-strength martial artists could still stand a chance against an integration realm martial artist.
That was why, even after witnessing Li Chunjun kill Mo Lei, an integration realm martial artist, they still believed he was courting death.
However, as time passed, and one after another, the inner-strength martial artists rushing up the stairs or leaping onto the second floor fell under Li Chunjun's sword, the smiles on Jin Guangming and the billionaires beside him became increasingly strained.
When the number of inner-strength experts slain reached eight in just a short moment, a foreboding sense crept into Jin Guangming's heart.
Too strong!
This Li Chunjun…
His strength seemed terrifying.
Compared to a one-on-one life-and-death battle against an integration realm martial artist, he seemed even more adept at fighting against groups—where precise swordsmanship and intricate techniques had limited use.
At this rate…
"Impossible! No matter how formidable he is, he can't possibly kill all the martial artists here! Moreover, the Security Bureau is already on their way. Once they arrive with hundreds or thousands of elite forces, even if he had wings, he wouldn't escape!"
Jin Guangming kept reassuring himself.
Yet, as they watched Li Chunjun continuously hold his ground on the second floor, leveraging the terrain to take down enemies one by one, some of the elites beside Jin Guangming instinctively edged toward the door.
A few, who held positions equal to or greater than Jin Guangming and had no reason to stay, simply declared, "I just remembered some urgent business. I'll take my leave first."
A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall.
Though it appeared that Li Chunjun was trapped, these men—like Jin Guangming, who had left immediately when he sensed something was wrong seven days ago—knew better than to remain in a dangerous situation.
They had no intention of gambling their lives by staying in the same space as a mad killer.
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Second Floor
With each swing of his sword, blood splattered.
The quality of this treasured sword—acquired from the Pinjian Martial Hall—was a step above the million-dollar blade he had used before.
Sometimes, when clashing against enemy weapons, his sword would even shatter them outright.
With this advantage, he held the second-floor staircase for half a minute, killing nine before more martial artists approached from other angles, forcing him to shift positions.
As he attempted to relocate, six martial artists who had just ascended tried to intercept him, led by two inner-strength experts.
Yet, Li Chunjun gave them no time to form a defensive stance.
With a sudden burst of speed, he forcefully broke through their blockade and rushed into a bedroom.
Once inside, he turned to face his pursuers.
The battle instantly shifted from a chaotic melee to one-on-one duels—at most, two-on-one.
And two-on-one?
For inner-strength martial artists at best, they were no different from sheep to the slaughter.
Unfortunately, martial artists weren't mindless beasts; they weren't stupid enough to queue outside the door and let him kill them one by one.
In less than thirty seconds, a martial artist skilled in iron-body techniques and heavy weaponry let out a roar and smashed the non-load-bearing bedroom wall with brute force, causing it to collapse.
By destroying the terrain, they finally broke through Li Chunjun's defensive stance.
"Let's see where you run now!"
As the wall crumbled, martial artists poured into the bedroom, forming another encirclement.
This time, it seemed Li Chunjun had been backed into a corner.
However—before they could even celebrate—Li Chunjun swiftly decapitated a martial artist attacking from behind. Then, without hesitation, he accelerated toward the window.
With a few strides, he reached the window and leaped—
There were no security bars. The window, adorned with intricate but impractical wooden carvings, was blasted open as he surged through.
His movements were as fluid as a swimming dragon, landing precisely on the grass below.
This wasn't his first visit to the Jin family estate.
Though not intimately familiar, he had a rough idea of the house's layout.
From the moment he ascended the second floor and chose this bedroom to fight in, he had already planned for the window as an escape route.
Upon landing on the soft lawn, he rolled to dissipate the impact, suffering no injuries.
However—
The martial artists who recklessly jumped after him weren't as lucky.
The moment they landed, Li Chunjun, now steady, swung his sword—
One strike. One kill.
Two bodies hit the ground.
Blood splattered.
The sight of this gruesome execution sent waves of terror through the remaining guests outside, who had no idea what was happening inside.
Panic spread.
The scene descended into chaos.
Seeing their comrades die upon landing, the martial artists above hesitated.
No one dared to jump down.
Yet, they quickly adapted.
"Hurry! Take the stairs!"
"The ground floor is wide open; he won't be able to hide!"
"His stamina has limits! Fighting so intensely for so long must have drained him. There are still dozens of us—he can't kill everyone! He will die!"
Some rushed toward the staircase. Others chose to jump from different rooms, avoiding Li Chunjun's immediate attacks.
They believed victory was near.
Li Chunjun, however, had no intention of waiting for them.
Glancing at the still-open main door, he strode purposefully toward the main hall.
By now, he had slain over twenty or thirty martial artists. His freshly changed clothes from the Pinjian Martial Hall were drenched in blood.
With his sword in hand and his killing intent palpable, every guest he passed screamed and scrambled away.
Within moments, he reached the hall.
By then, the remaining martial artists had finally rushed downstairs.
Li Chunjun glanced at them—
Fewer than sixty left.
But that wasn't the issue.
The real problem?
There wasn't a single formidable warrior left among them.
Even inner-strength martial artists numbered fewer than five.
As for him?
Though somewhat fatigued, his Level 9 Life Force granted him incredible endurance.
Killing the remaining fifty or so martial artists would be effortless.
With this realization, Li Chunjun, now in the hall, turned expressionless.
As the wealthy elites still inside looked at him in panic, he calmly reached for the massive, freshly maintained entrance doors—
And shut them.
BANG!
As the doors closed, the outside world was forever closed for those inside.
(End of the Chapter)
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