Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior-Chapter 124 - 109: Vajra’s Furious Gaze—One Strike Slays Yijin!

"Li Feiyu, you deserve to die!"

With a cold shout tinged with trembling, the only female Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist in the hall, a strikingly beautiful and icy woman, flicked her red sleeves and instantly sent dozens of jet-black steel needles shooting forth.

At that very moment, the bear-like man charged forward with massive strides, each step thunderous with power, causing even the hall to tremble.

Roar!

The burly man roared, and his long sleeves exploded open. His blood-and-flesh arms squirmed and thickened visibly to twice their original size in the blink of an eye. The skin on his arms shimmered with a dull metallic sheen.

Arms swung wide with ruthless force, whistling up wild gusts, making the air suddenly dense. The burly man leaped up, both arms coming down like giant axes to smash full force onto his foe.

Iron Arm Skill·Powerful Splitting Huashan!

Facing this attack, Su Mu's eyes narrowed. The strike slowed tenfold in his vision. Then, like a Flood Dragon, his hands shot out, catching the blow from behind, yet beating it to the mark.

Hiss hiss!

As the two struck at once, to Su Mu's side, a long sword swept out like a venomous snake, its chilling edge uncoiling, stabbing suddenly for Su Mu's throat—a sword aiming to kill with one thrust!

Clang clang clang!

The rapid clamor of exploding metal filled the hall. The steel needles, swift as a rainstorm and sharp enough to pierce armor, couldn't even touch Su Mu's skin, stopped midair by the Ten-foot Three-inch Golden Bell, hovering before him.

Clang!

A deafening crash of metal rang out as Lu Heng's double-arm axe blow ground to a halt within Su Mu's palms.

Those blood-and-flesh palms clamped down like iron pincers, rendering Lu Heng's arms immobile—so much so that it seemed Lu Heng was facing not a human Martial Artist, but a golem cast of solid metal.

As for the white-haired elder who stabbed coldly with his sword, his eyes flashed with sharp brilliance; the tip of his Three-foot Cyan Peak sword was inlaid with a touch of Xuan Iron. With Power infused, it could somewhat pierce through defenses. Though not a Grade-Entering Weapon, it could slice iron like mud!

Huh?

Feeling the sword beside him pierce his Golden Bell, Su Mu's eyes landed on the elder, and he instantly executed the Perfection-level Startled Sparrow Step, his left foot stepping half a pace to the side.

The sword meant for his throat landed instead on his arm.

Clang!

Another crisp ring of steel-on-steel; the sword, sharp enough to cut iron, only dented Su Mu's skin a little, unable to pierce through.

Su Mu clapped his hands together, and the Ten-foot Three-inch Golden Bell behind him blazed with golden light, transforming into the Vajra's Furious Gaze and binding to his body; in that instant, Su Mu's whole being seemed coated in pure gold.

Su Mu's spine shifted like a Great Dragon swaying. His whole form shuddered, and the Xuan Iron-laced sword bent sharply, nearly snapping, sending the white-haired elder frantically retreating in a blur.

"How... how can this be... How could your Cross-Training Martial Arts withstand all three of us attacking together?!"

The three encircling Su Mu felt icy dread, heavy expressions unable to mask their shock. The golden light swirling around Su Mu made him seem a furious-eyed Vajra, peerless among men.

Of the three, Iron Shirt Lu Heng was also a Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artist specializing in Cross-Training Martial Arts, yet he could endure the joint assault of the other two for only a few rounds, and that with a price.

That Su Mu could take on their combined killing moves without a scratch had utterly shattered their knowledge of Cross-Training Martial Arts.

"That's not Eighth Grade Vajra Body... It must be the Vajra Temple's Seventh-Grade Cross-Training Ultimate Skill."

Iron Shirt Lu Heng cried out, suspecting Li Feiyu's intel was wrong—Su Mu wasn't cultivating Vajra Body, but rather the secret Seventh-Grade Ultimate Skill only accessible to a handful of Zen Generation Masters of Vajra Temple.

Little did they know, powerful as the Martial Arts might be, what truly made Su Mu terrifying was not the Vajra Body, but his Pill Force forged from blending nine types of Power.

With Fourth Refining Force pouring into it, the Perfection-level Vajra Body in Su Mu's hands could break convention, unleashing strength far beyond the Eighth Grade limit.

This moment, Su Mu had entered the Vajra Body's Perfection Realm—the Vajra's Furious Gaze—activating it so that the Furious Eyes Vajra possessed his body, temporarily doubling his physical might.

Withstanding a joint blow, Su Mu's heart settled; he now understood his own strength and that of those encircling him far more clearly.

"Strength conquers all!"

Without hesitation, Su Mu used the uncompromising Vajra Body to brute-force block every killer attack from the three, all while beginning his counteroffensive.

As the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss at his brow surged and flooded him with cool energy—

He shot out his fists both left and right.

Su Mu's left hand balled into a fist—amid rumbling thunder, the Thunder Shock Fist struck at Lu Heng. Lu Heng's expression changed dramatically, hastily crossing his arms to block like twin iron walls.

Meanwhile, Su Mu's right arm tensed, inner Power transforming into Overlord Spear Force, his Third Bone Forging right arm morphing into a spear.

Seven Dominating Spear Forms·Sweeping Thousand Soldiers.

His right arm, domineering and crushing, bore down on the white-haired elder, who, feeling this peerlessly aggressive killing spear sweep toward him, dared not parry head-on and could only dodge frantically.

With one arm forcing back the white-haired elder, Su Mu finally stamped his right foot, thought flickering, Power rushing into his left leg as he unleashed Iron Leg Skill—the left leg lashed out like an iron whip.

While multi-tasking, Su Mu simultaneously wielded three completely different Martial Arts—fist, spear, and leg—against the three Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artists.

This caused the three attackers' pupils to shrink; such a terrifying display was something they'd never seen before in their lives.

"This... this is impossible?!"

The three simply couldn't comprehend what was happening, but to Su Mu—whose Comprehension now exceeded fifty and possessed Hidden-Dragon-level perception—this was hardly difficult, multi-tasking merely one of his innate talents.

Splurt!

As thunder exploded, Lu Heng—whose whole being specialized in Cross-Training Martial Arts—felt a savagely overwhelming Power tearing through his own force, draining the color from his face.

The scene of Zheng Shan's tragic death flashed before his eyes. Helplessly, Lu Heng poured all his Power into his arms, yet still couldn't resist.

In a flash, flesh and blood torn, Lu Heng's arms shone with stark white bone—gruesome to behold.

Elsewhere, the white-haired elder facing the Overlord Spear fared no better. He barely managed to raise his sword horizontally to block, but how could the Tyrant Spear be defied?

The moment flesh-and-blood arm met sword, Su Mu nearly snapped the blade outright; the force atop the sword transmitted through the elder's flesh, and his right arm rang with a clear fracture.

Then, his chest bone shattered as well, sending the elder's figure flying backward.

Among the three, the red-clad beauty faced a similar crisis. Though Su Mu was only using Ninth Grade Iron Leg Skill against her, that Martial Art too was a Cross-Training technique—and coupled with Vajra's Furious Gaze, its power was monstrous.

Crack crack!

The instant they met, the red-clad beauty's sleeves burst apart, blood spraying from her mouth; as she staggered away, her chest heaved violently, snowy-white curves half-exposed in her distress.

As for Liu Qing, expert in Stealth Technique, who hoped to exploit Su Mu's distraction by the three Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artists for a lethal blow—his face blanched with despair.

The clash lasted but an instant before the verdict was clear: Su Mu, beset by killers, was wholly unscathed, while the Qingfeng Gang's three strongest Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artists lay battered and wretched.

"Is this Li Feiyu some kind of monster... How can he possibly be so... powerful?"