"Don't."
Chuu Mingrui stepped in hastily, holding him back. You might think he meant well, but he didn't: "Careful not to kick the goods out of his belly."
Zhou Dafeng froze.
Hurriedly withdrew his foot, intimidated by Chuu Mingrui, and didn't dare kick again, only shouting, "Behave yourself!"
Chen Jichuan heard the words.
He raised his gaze to look at the city wall. The wall was about fifty to sixty feet high, its top lost from sight. There had been some commotion below earlier, but not a single head peeked out from above.
With a plan solidifying in his mind, Chen Jichuan nodded and bowed toward Zhou Dafeng with a conciliatory smile: "I'll endure, I'll endure—"
Mid-sentence.
He suddenly lunged forward, swung both hands, and seized the heads of Zhou Dafeng and Chuu Mingrui, the two nearest him, smashing them violently together—
BANG!
Brains splattered everywhere; the two once ruthless and vicious Black Armor guards died on the spot.
Thanks to the Fourth Layer mastery of the 'Water Dividing Skill,' Chen Jichuan's arms possessed the strength of a thousand pounds. At such close range, with such abruptness, even other Level 4 masters wouldn't be able to guard against him.
Let alone these two.
Chen Jichuan moved at lightning speed, killing the pair in mere moments, leaving no time for reaction.
He stepped past Zhou Dafeng and Chuu Mingrui with swift precision.
"You—" He seized Weii Guan, who was just about to swing his weapon, locking the man tightly in his grip.
CRACK!
The sound echoed sharply, as he nearly crushed Weii Guan's spine with his grip. Using the force to propel himself upward, Chen Jichuan swept both legs horizontally, striking the head of another Black Armor guard, Zhang Biyang, positioned in front.
BANG!
The leg technique honed through the mastery of the 'Iron Broom Technique' knocked Zhang Biyang dizzy, sending him headfirst to the ground.
Whether dead or unconscious was unclear—but he was certainly incapacitated.
Chen Jichuan didn't wait for his feet to touch the ground; one hand darted towards Weii Guan's head, twisting it with brutal force—
Weii Guan's neck angled grotesquely at 180 degrees.
His eyes rolled back.
Clearly, he was as dead as could be.
All of this, though described slowly, happened in mere seconds.
Sunx Fei had been watching Chen Jichuan all this time. All he saw was Chen Jichuan suddenly spring into action—first binding and smashing the heads of two Black Armor guards to death, then seizing one, kicking another to death while crushing the first guard's neck.
In what felt like the blink of an eye.
As soon as both feet touched the ground, four bodies lay lifeless.
Sunx Fei stood in stunned silence, his mind frozen.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, keep your mouth shut!"
Chen Jichuan barked lowly.
He stomped hard onto Zhang Biyang's temple, whose state of life or death was still uncertain. Having mastered the 'Lying Tiger Skill,' his toes alone could bear his full body weight and hoist a thousand-pound boulder. With such overwhelming force, his toe strike functioned like a lethal weapon—there was no way Zhang Biyang could survive.
After dispatching four people, Chen Jichuan didn't hesitate for a moment.
He sprang forward, swiftly bypassing over ten stunned miners, arriving at the rear.
It was there he saw Chen Shaohu already in action.
With a clap of his hands—
WHOOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!
Four fireballs, each the size of a fist, shot straight towards the throats of four Black Armor guards.
The flames conjured by a Level 4 master of Fire Control could melt Iron-repellent Ore, let alone fragile human flesh. The four guards were caught completely off guard, never imagining that the workers they despised and belittled would include a hidden Fourth Grade Abnormal Person.
With this single move—
Their throats were severely burned.
"Urgh—"
"Urghhh—" Guttural, choked sounds escaped as they clutched their throats desperately, intending to let out screams of terror. But with their voice boxes destroyed by the flames, only faint croaks emerged, unable to carry their cries.
Two of them, being stronger in skill and resistance, reacted differently.
One drew his blade.
A sharp clang rang out as he prepared to strike at Chen Shaohu.
The other turned and fled; no intention of fighting back.
Chen Shaohu, facing his first battle, which happened to be one of life and death, displayed a remarkable calm when confronted by the descending Goose Wing Blade. His mind seemed unexpectedly sharp—
"Stay calm!"
"You must stay calm!"
"They're only Second and Third Levels. I'm Level 4. I'm invincible!"
Biting back his terror, Chen Shaohu, whose arms were paralyzed with fear, opened his mouth and unleashed a jet of flame: "Ha!" aiming at the man swinging the blade. The target panicked and raised his weapon defensively.
By then—
Chen Jichuan arrived.
"Die!"
Four fingers hooked like golden claws, lightning-fast as he deflected the steel blade.
Chen Jichuan struck with the speed of a thunderbolt, capturing the guard's head and yanking it downward while simultaneously driving his knee upward with massive force. The sickening sound of a crack echoed, and surely the man's skull had been shattered.
True warriors never look back at an explosion!
Chen Jichuan eliminated the first guard.
Without sparing a glance, he leapt forward, as light as a swallow, pursuing the fleeing guard in merely a few swift steps. The man, tormented by a scorched throat and paralyzed with fear, stumbled aimlessly.
Chen Jichuan closed in from behind, his four fingers converging from the rear, striking directly at the guard's back.
The Golden Shovel Finger Technique was unparalleled; its Yin Yang Dual Cultivation brought unparalleled destructive force.
BANG!
The guard collapsed instantly, his muscles torn and bones broken, his organs punctured—dead beyond salvation.
Only then did Chen Jichuan turn back.
Twisting around, his gaze landed—
"Die!"
Chen Shaohu roared, voice low and guttural, gripping a Goose Wing Blade as he mercilessly slashed at two Black Armor guards writhing on the ground clutching their scorched throats.
One slash struck a face, leaving it bloodied and mangled but not immediately lethal, only amplifying the guard's agony. The other guard fared slightly better; he was struck on the back of the neck, blood spurting, falling unconscious instantly.
Chen Jichuan stepped forward.
One kick per guard, finishing off both.
The eight Black Armor guards would surely never have imagined—even in the depths of the afterlife—that they would perish at the hands of the Black Prison Mine Slaves they so deeply despised and overlooked.
And in such a ruthlessly efficient manner.
"Move!"
Chen Jichuan kicked up a Goose Wing Blade, taking it in his hand without bothering with further cleanup.
If the mining slaves present had been loyal and capable enough, Chen Jichuan might have considered stripping the guards' armor to disguise themselves and leave boldly.
But Chen Jichuan didn't trust these people.
Moreover, while Chen Shaohu's physique was far from weak, wearing the Black Armor would not come easily—the weight of the armor would only burden his movements.