Chapter 296 - One Sword Strike Pounded into Paste?
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then understood Gu Han’s intention. They instantly ignited with excitement. What? That’s right!
If the barbarians could come to challenge them, they could do it too. They had simply forgotten this underlying rule, having long been the oppressed side and suffering quite a few losses.
Fatty’s eyes lit up. “Let’s go! Let’s go watch the fun. Hopefully, this so-called number one war god will come out too, so I can personally crush him to death!”
Murong Yan glanced at her wolf-toothed club, feeling quite dissatisfied. “I didn’t smash that guy to death last time. I definitely won’t miss this time!”
At this moment, it wasn’t just the people in the field. More cultivators heard the news and rushed over from the various military camps. They gathered together and followed Gu Han, surging mightily toward the barbarians’ location.
In the distance, the old man frowned slightly. “What... Isn’t that too many people?”
Old Liao sneered coldly. “Too many, my ass! Being suppressed by the barbarians all these years, who doesn’t have a fire burning inside? Who doesn’t want to hold their heads high? Besides, it’s a fair one-on-one match between those at the same realm, a rule those bastards established themselves. If they really want to escalate things, then we’ll just have another battle!”
The old man sighed. “Actually, what we lack the most right now isn’t pills, but morale. The princess’ decision was correct. This kid’s sword is indeed unparalleledly sharp! Still, let’s follow them, just in case those people resort to desperate measures in their fury.”
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Meanwhile, Feng Xi’s command had reached Yun Lie, and his expression grew even uglier. “Let’s go see! The sharpest sword? What a reputation. My little sister, father, and second uncle are so foolish!”
Song He was full of confidence. “Your Highness, do not worry! I will break that sword sooner or later!”
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The barbarians’ camp was only a few hundred li away from the Great Flame Border Army. Although they hadn’t deliberately sped up, it didn’t take too long for the group to arrive.
The barbarians’ camp was rough and imposing, seemingly stretching on endlessly. The barbarians stood in formation, fuming as they stared intently at the army behind Gu Han.
A barbarian who had escaped earlier pressed a fist to his chest and bowed to a robust man. “Elder, it’s him. He was the one who insulted the War God Hall!”
That robust man let out a cold snort. Blood and qi surged around him, causing the crowd’s eardrums to ache. It had been so long that he had forgotten when the border army last came knocking on their door. Even if it was just a challenge and they lost, his pride would not allow it.
He turned to the barbarian who had guided Gu Han. “Bastard, you’ve disgraced our ancestors’ glory!”
With that, he swung his fist. A surge of overwhelming qi, carrying immense force, crashed down instantly. It was as if peals of thunder were exploding in their ears.
“Spare—”
The barbarian burst into a cloud of blood mist upon contact. Yet instead of diminishing, the residual force spread to Gu Han. In that split second, a gentle light flowed across Gu Han’s white robe, dissipating the blow.
Simultaneously, Marquis Liao landed in front of Gu Han, completely blocking Xian He’s attack.
His eyes blazed with fury. “Xian He, you bastard! I knew you wouldn’t follow the rules!”
Xian He instantly turned cold. “Liao Zheng?”
They had clashed several times on the battlefield, so they were very clear about each other’s strengths.
In the distance, Fatty squinted his eyes as faint golden light shimmered on him. Murong Yan and the others wore grim expressions, staring fixedly at the barbarians, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.
Liao Zheng glanced at Gu Han. “Kid, with me here, do whatever you want! They made these rules themselves. If they break their word... Heh!”
Gu Han said to Xian He, “The fifth war god was trash. Come on. Find me someone who can actually fight.”
His sword trembled slightly, its hum ringing out sharply.
“Arrogant!”
“Where did this ignorant brat come from?!”
“Even ten lives wouldn’t be enough to pay for insulting the War God Hall!”
Instantly, the barbarians erupted in fury, glaring at Gu Han as if wanting to devour him alive. The War God Hall was their most sacred place. No one was allowed to desecrate it!
Xian He stared coldly at Gu Han as if he were already dead.
Gu Han ignored his gaze. “What? No one left? Or you don’t dare?”
Suddenly, an angry shout rose from the crowd. “Presumptuous!”
A tall barbarian youth walked out, surrounded by others. His attire was identical to that of the fifth war god, golden bangles adorning his arms. “You deserve to die for insulting the War God Hall!”
Gu Han swept his divine sense and frowned. This barbarian’s blood and qi were lax. Clearly, he was far inferior to the fifth war god.
Murong Yan was stunned. “Huh? Isn’t this the guy I almost smashed to death before?”
He was the sixth war god. It was just that, after being nursed back to health with a secret technique, he had recovered and reappeared before everyone.
Gu Han pointed his sword directly at him. “Are you courting death?”
Instead of attacking, the sixth war god smirked. “Hmph! I heard you’re very fast? Not bad. And here I thought you were strong! Turns out you’re just a rat that knows how to hide and scurry. Our barbarian race has always valued strength. Attacking head-on and defeating opponents with absolute power is how you earn respect. Someone like you, who relies on speed for cheap tricks, isn’t strong at all! I think it’s a waste that He Xiao died at your hands!”
He Xiao was the fifth war god’s name.
Gu Han wasn’t bothered. “Is that so? What do you suggest?”
The sixth war god’s eyes lit up, thinking Gu Han had taken the bait. “It’s simple! Fight head-on. Compete with me in strength. That’s what a true strong one should do!”
Murong Yan cursed loudly, “Despicable! Brother Gu isn’t a body cultivator. Why would he compete with you in strength and physique! If you want to compete, I will compete with you!”
The border army cultivators also cursed incessantly. To say such a thing was already the height of shamelessness!
Zhao Mengyou’s face darkened slightly. “I didn’t expect these barbarians to have brains.”
Fatty teased, “Oh? Are you worried about him?”
Zhao Mengyou wasn’t in the mood to banter with him.
Fatty smirked. “Don’t worry. That bastard has never been on the losing end. Do you believe that this pathetic sixth war god will die horribly?”
Liao Zheng waved his hand. “Kid, don’t listen to him—”
Unexpectedly, Gu Han simply nodded. “Alright!”
Liao Zheng’s eyes widened. “What?!”
I just praised you, and now you’re getting cocky? Using your own weakness to attack someone else’s strength, this isn’t arrogance, this is just asking for death!
The crowd was also stunned, worry written all over their faces. Before they could speak again, a terrifyingly powerful spirit pressure erupted from Gu Han. Faint thunder rumbled as his spiritual power surged to its limit.
Pure spirit power frantically poured into his blade, causing it to hum continuously. The spirit within the sword conveyed waves of excitement, constantly responding to Gu Han’s will. A sonic boom sounded, and two Gu Hans appeared on the field. One at the original spot, and the other near the sixth war god. He moved so fast to the point he left an afterimage.
The afterimage gradually faded, and Gu Han beamed at the sixth war god. “Compete in strength? Let’s do it then.”
The sixth war god felt his scalp tingle. Wave after wave of heavy spirit pressure continuously crashed down like giant waves, nearly robbing him of the courage to stand before Gu Han.
Gu Han raised his sword high and brought it down heavily. Another sonic boom sounded. The pressure on the sixth war god increased several folds. With a roar, he channeled endless blood and qi into his arm. His muscles and blood vessels bulged like earthworms.
The golden bangles let out a crisp sound and merged together. He raised his arm high, meeting Gu Han’s descending sword.
“I—AAAH!”
A deafening explosion drowned out his scream. The earth trembled as countless clouds of dust swirled up, adding to Gu Han’s mystique.
The border army cultivators subconsciously gulped. What happened? Did he win or lose?
Tense with anxiety, they momentarily forgot to use their divine sense to investigate.
Gradually, the dust settled. Opposite Gu Han, a deep pit had appeared, in which the sixth war god lay with all his bones shattered. He was a mangled mess, crumpled into a ball, with several broken golden bangles scattered beside him. His fate went without saying.
Everyone’s eyes widened. Gu Han actually pounded him into paste in one blow?!