Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior-Chapter 71 - 67: Ambushed, Flame Banner Army!

"First, eliminate the traitor... Borrow your weapon for a moment."

Su Mu kicked at the ground, and the blood-stained Fine Iron Whistle Stick beside a charred corpse flew into his hand. He headed towards Zhou Heng at the edge of the battlefield. Seeing this, the scarred man sneered.

"Courting death!"

The scarred man stepped forward and swung his Long Saber, aiming to decapitate Su Mu with one strike.

Shssh!

Su Mu took a deep breath, his flesh writhing as he instantly entered the Limit-Breaking State, Five Animals Qigong Deer Play. It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head, as he sidestepped half a step, narrowly avoiding the strike.

Then, with his empty left hand, he clenched it into a fist and punched fiercely.

Bang!

The scarred man had already undergone Second Bone Forging, and was only a step away from the Yijin stage. He was shocked to see Su Mu dodge his strike, but now seeing such a slow and seemingly light punch hit the Iron Armor covering his body, his surprise turned to ridicule.

The previous dodge was probably just this guy being lucky. Facing someone in Iron Armor, he didn’t use the Fine Iron Whistle Stick in his hand and foolishly threw a bare-fisted punch.

What kind of damage could such a slow punch possibly do?

As the thought flashed through the scarred man’s mind, he regretted it in the next instant. A yin and soft force, several times more powerful than his own internal strength, tore through his internal force through the Iron Armor, then unexpectedly exploded within his flesh and blood.

What followed was the third beat of war drums!

Bang!

In an instant, the scarred man’s face changed dramatically. He dropped the blade soldiers to the ground, his hands trying to clutch his chest, but it was all in vain. His heart, which was beating beneath his chest, suddenly burst open.

"You, you..."

Blood, mixed with flesh and visceral fragments, spurted out from the Iron Armor. The scarred man couldn’t even let out a cry before he collapsed heavily to the ground, never to take another breath.

Seeing that this unremarkable black-armored man instantly killed someone, the bandits surrounding Su Mu hesitated with fear, losing the courage to confront Su Mu head-on and turned to flee.

"Well done!"

Shi Hong, who was entangled with Zhou Tiande, noticed someone stepping up to kill the bandit trying to take Zhou Heng, and immediately approved, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

"This brother from the Demon Slayer Bureau is truly extraordinary."

As Su Mu approached, Zhou Heng’s face changed dramatically. The one who had been shouting outside the fray earlier now recognized the threat and urged the traitor, "Quick, quickly unlock these shackles for me, hurry!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Before the words were finished.

Bang!

A Fine Iron Whistle Stick surged like a black flood dragon, striking the traitor on the head. With a ’bang,’ a perfectly good head exploded like a watermelon right in front of Zhou Heng.

Gulp.

Zhou Heng, his face now splattered with blood, swallowed hard. The arrogance and brutality that were on his face moments ago had vanished, leaving only extreme fear.

"Do you know who I am? I am Zhou Heng!"

"No, don’t come over! You don’t dare to kill me, or else... my father will never let you off. He will make you wish you were dead!"

"And everyone around you, your friends and family, everyone who knows you, will die!"

Friends and family?!

Su Mu looked coldly at Zhou Heng, who was threatening him hysterically. His eyes grew colder, filled with a thickening intent to kill.

The scene of Uncle Zhou’s tragic death replayed in his mind, and the flames of hatred that had lain dormant for a year were rekindled. Su Mu remained unmoved, raising the Fine Iron Whistle Stick high.

The whistle stick came down.

"No, you can’t kill..."

"Stop, spare his life!"

In Zhou Heng’s eyes, where fear had spilled over, the shadow of the stick grew rapidly larger. Despite his cries and pleas for mercy, the stick still fell.

Bang!

Another head exploded, brains splattering, as the body shackled at the feet collapsed to the ground.

"Zhou Heng... is dead?"

In an instant, both sides of the conflict on the field were enveloped in a deathly silence.