Chapter — The Mortal Who Terrified a Thousand Demons
The chapter begins with Shen Luo looking at Mong Tian with curiosity.
Shen Luo: "Young Master, what is your marital art level?"
Mong Tian immediately shakes his head.
"Don't call me Young Master. Just call me Mong."
Shen Luo hesitates for a moment.
"Okay… Sir Mong."
Mong Tian points casually at himself with a slight smile.
"Yes. Just call me Mong."
Shen Luo looks excited.
"Then, Sir Mong… will you teach me martial arts?"
Mong Tian looks at him.
"Hmm. I can. But first, prove to me that you have what it takes."
Shen Luo becomes confused.
"How do I prove that?"
Mong Tian points toward a tree in the distance.
"See that tree over there? Reach it in four steps."
Shen Luo's expression instantly becomes strange.
He looks at the tree and then back at Mong Tian.
"Are you serious?! Nobody can do that! I'm still a normal mortal! That tree is at least 500 meters away! How is a kid like me supposed to reach it in four steps?"
He folds his arms, looking annoyed.
Shen Luo: "Just say it directly if you don't want me as your disciple! Why make such an impossible excuse?"
Hearing this, Spirit suddenly bursts into laughter.
Shen Luo looks at him.
"Master, you're laughing too?"
Spirit tries to control himself but continues laughing.
"No, no… it's nothing."
Mong Tian looks at Shen Luo seriously.
"Listen carefully. Who told you becoming a martial artist would be easy?"
Shen Luo remains silent.
Mong Tian: "I never said you had to do it right now. You can accomplish it after training."
Shen Luo shakes his head.
"But I could never do something like that. It's impossible. Even if I spent my entire life trying, I don't think I could."
Mong Tian's expression becomes serious.
"If you can't even attempt something like this, how do you expect to become a martial artist?"
He pauses.
Mong Tian: "You haven't even tried, yet you're already saying it's impossible."
Mong Tian points toward the tree again.
"Try."
Shen Luo looks at him.
Mong Tian: "I'll give you three months. If you can't accomplish it within those three months, then forget about becoming a martial artist."
Shen Luo's eyes widen.
Shen Luo: "Three months?! That's way too little! How am I supposed to accomplish that?"
Mong Tian shrugs.
"I don't know. If you don't want to become a martial artist, then forget it. Don't waste my time."
Shen Luo quickly raises his hands.
"Okay! Okay! I'll try!"
He then realizes something.
"But… at least tell me how I'm supposed to train!"
Mong Tian thinks for a moment.
"Hmm…"
After a brief pause, he speaks.
"You'll start with physical training."
He begins listing the exercises.
"Fifty push-ups. Fifty squats. Fifty sit-ups. And train your legs with five-kilogram weights."
Shen Luo listens carefully.
Mong Tian: "Every five days, double the amount. If you can keep up with the training…"
He gives him a slight smile.
"…then congratulations. You'll have taken your first step toward becoming a martial artist."
Silence.
Shen Luo's face suddenly turns pale.
A second later—
THUD!
He collapses unconscious.
Mong Tian's expression freezes.
Spirit immediately bursts into uncontrollable laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! He fainted just from hearing the training method!"
Mong Tian sighs.
To wake Shen Luo, Spirit splashes water onto his face.
Shen Luo immediately wakes up.
Mong Tian looks at him with amusement.
"Wow. You fainted just from hearing the training plan."
He pauses.
"If you faint now, what are you going to do when the real training begins? You'll probably die from exhaustion."
Shen Luo quickly shakes his head.
"Yes, yes! I understand! Sir, this is way too painful! Can't you give me an easier method?"
Mong Tian's expression suddenly becomes serious.
"Listen carefully, idiot."
Shen Luo becomes silent.
"What did you think? Do you think every powerful person became strong by taking the easy path?"
His voice becomes heavier.
"Without hard work, you will never become strong."
"And if you remain weak your entire life, you'll always have to live beneath the shadow of powerful people."
He looks directly into Shen Luo's eyes.
"More importantly, if you refuse to work hard, how will you ever tell people that you became strong through your own effort?"
He pauses.
Mong Tian: "How will you protect your family?"
Shen Luo's expression changes.
Mong Tian: "The choice is yours. Train and become stronger… or remain weak for the rest of your life."
Mong Tian looks directly into Shen Luo's eyes.
Then he notices something.
Tears are slowly falling from Shen Luo's eyes.
Shen Luo clenches his fists.
"Yes… I can do it."
His voice trembles.
"For my village… for the people who love me… for everyone I want to protect…"
He wipes away his tears.
"For everyone whose hearts contain a place for me…"
His expression becomes determined.
"I'll do this training."
He looks at Mong Tian.
"Maybe I won't become the strongest man in the world…"
He smiles through his tears.
"…but at the very least, I'll make a name for myself in this world."
Mong Tian gives a small smile.
"Good."
But suddenly—
Mong Tian's expression changes slightly.
Several figures appear in the distance.
Eight Demonic Cultivators are approaching, long swords covered in blood in their hands.
Then their numbers increase.
Eight becomes twelve.
Then thirty.
Then hundreds.
Within moments, nearly one thousand Demonic Cultivators have gathered.
Their killing intent fills the surroundings.
One of them shouts:
Demonic Cultivator: "Today, we'll attack with everything we've got!"
They rapidly close the distance.
Shen Luo and Spirit become nervous.
Shen Luo: "What do we do?!"
Spirit immediately becomes serious.
Spirit: "Shen Luo, take Sir Mong and run! Go back to the village and warn everyone! Tell them the Demonic Cultivators are attacking!"
Shen Luo looks shocked.
"But Master! There are too many of them! Can you really defeat them?"
Spirit looks at him seriously.
"I don't care what happens to me. But I won't let anything happen to you people."
He steps forward.
Spirit: "So hurry! Run!"
Spirit prepares to charge toward the enemy.
But suddenly—
A hand grabs him by the collar.
WHOOSH!
Spirit is casually thrown backward.
He crashes onto the ground.
Standing behind him is Mong Tian.
Mong Tian casually looks at him.
"Stop the unnecessary drama."
He places his hands into his pockets.
"Nobody here is going to die."
He looks toward the approaching army.
Mong Tian: "Not while I'm here."
Then he turns toward Shen Luo.
"Didn't I tell you that your master is strong?"
He smiles.
Mong Tian: "Now watch carefully."
Mong Tian begins walking forward casually, hands still in his pockets.
"Hmm… how should I deal with all of you?"
One of the Demonic Generals steps forward.
"Who the hell are you?"
He looks Mong Tian up and down.
"You're just a normal martial artist, yet you dare to fight against God-like powerhouses like us?"
Mong Tian gives a faint smile.
"God-like powerhouse?"
He looks slightly amused.
"Hmm… I don't think you're anywhere close to that."
His smile widens.
"But I'd like to see what one actually looks like."
Before the Demonic General can respond—
BOOM!
Mong Tian suddenly appears directly in front of him.
Without changing his expression, Mong Tian drives a kick straight into the General's face.
BANG!
The Demonic General is sent flying hundreds of meters away.
Everyone freezes.
Mong Tian casually walks forward.
He notices a broken piece of wood lying nearby.
He kicks it.
WHOOSH!
The wooden fragment shoots through the air toward another Demonic General.
Just before the piece of wood falls—
Mong Tian suddenly appears standing upside down on it.
His body is perfectly balanced.
His eyes meet the Demonic General's.
The General's face turns pale.
"What…?"
Before he can react—
Mong Tian simply raises one finger.
Tap.
His finger touches the General's forehead.
The next instant—
BOOM!
The General's head explodes from the overwhelming force.
The remaining Demonic Cultivators stare in horror.
One of the other Generals roars:
"Attack him! All at once!"
Hundreds of Demonic Cultivators unleash their attacks.
Blood-red blades and countless sword techniques shoot toward Mong Tian like a storm.
Yet Mong Tian doesn't even bother to defend himself.
He simply moves.
Every attack misses.
His movements are so fast that dozens of afterimages remain behind him.
One Demonic Cultivator finally swings his sword through one of the afterimages.
SLASH!
Everyone thinks Mong Tian has been killed.
But—
Mong Tian is already standing on the man's shoulder.
The Demonic Cultivator freezes.
Mong Tian raises his right foot.
BOOM!
He strikes downward.
The man is smashed into the ground.
The impact completely destroys his body.
He was one of the Demonic Generals.
And Mong Tian has defeated him without even using a serious attack.
The remaining Demonic Cultivators finally realize what happened.
All of their Generals have been defeated.
Panic spreads throughout the army.
Before anyone can react—
Mong Tian appears in front of another Demonic Cultivator.
BOOM!
One kick sends the man flying high into the air.
For several seconds, he remains suspended above the ground.
Then Mong Tian appears standing directly on his back.
He looks down at the remaining Demonic Cultivators with complete disdain.
"How disappointing."
He shakes his head.
"You're all so weak."
A cold smile appears on his face.
Mong Tian: "Tch. I haven't even used one percent of my power."
The entire battlefield becomes silent.
The Demonic Cultivators are sweating heavily.
Spirit stands completely frozen.
He can't believe what he's seeing.
Even he knows that ordinary Martial Kings couldn't defeat these people so effortlessly.
Yet Mong Tian—
A supposed mortal—
has crushed them without even showing his true strength.
Spirit mutters in disbelief:
"What kind of monster is this man…?"
Meanwhile, Shen Luo's eyes shine with excitement.
"YESSSSS!"
He points toward Mong Tian.
"My master is invincible! My master is so damn cool!"
Spirit stares at Mong Tian.
"I still can't believe this…"
He looks at the defeated Demonic Generals.
"Even Martial King-level experts wouldn't be able to defeat them this easily."
He swallows nervously.
"Yet this man did it while claiming to be a mortal…"
Mong Tian suddenly disappears.
Everyone looks around.
"Where did he—"
BOOM!
The man suddenly explodes.
Blood-red mist spreads across the battlefield.
Mong Tian appears again, completely calm.
"Hmm…"
He looks around at the battlefield.
"I'm not having fun anymore."
Suddenly—
A terrifying aura descends upon the battlefield.
Everyone feels it.
The atmosphere becomes heavy.
The Demonic Cultivators begin smiling.
One of them whispers:
"That aura…"
Another smiles excitedly.
"One of the Seven Demon Emperors' Generals has arrived!"
Mong Tian looks toward the sky.
Instead of fear, a grin appears on his face.
"Oh?"
His eyes become excited.
"Now this might actually be interesting."
The sky suddenly begins turning crimson.
The clouds tremble.
A terrifying pressure spreads across the entire battlefield.
But then—
Everyone realizes something is wrong.
This isn't the aura of one Demon King.
It's the aura of seven.
Spirit's expression turns pale.
Shen Luo stares at the sky in shock.
The Demonic Cultivators become ecstatic.
Mong Tian simply smiles.
The next moment, a shocking realization spreads across the battlefield—
The Seven Demon Kings are descending together. Mong tian see and gonna be excited