Chapter 5: Enemies Like a Tide (Part 2)

Ezek and Mei Li were utterly awestruck—Guo Shier’s fighting style was simply magnificent. In just a few moves, he knocked the opponent’s weapon out of their hands. He even put away his own blade and fought entirely with his fists and feet.

Seizing a perfect opportunity, Guo Shier grabbed Ya Ya Cha’s head and delivered six consecutive knee strikes, alternating between his knees while slightly lifting his body. The final strike sent Ya Ya Cha flying into the air, after which Guo Shier kicked him in the jaw, causing him to tumble end over end mid-air.

Everyone watched in shock, unable to believe Guo Shier possessed such skills. It seemed his entire body was a weapon—his fists and feet could strike, but so could his elbows, knees, shoulders, and even his forehead. While the others were fine, Ezek and Mei Li were completely captivated. After all, their fights relied on claws and tails, and in terms of combat techniques, they were far inferior to Guo Shier.

Ya Ya Cha was finally injured. The relentless attacks were too much for him, even though he had an extremely strong body. Guo Shier’s punches and kicks were fierce. Ya Ya Cha looked disheveled, with cracks appearing on his biological armor, especially after those six brutal knee strikes and the final kick that sent him flying. He was dizzy. Yet, the Purple Armor Man had an iron will and a tenacious fighting spirit. Even after being battered, he still charged at Guo Shier.

Guo Shier also took a few heavy hits. Though his internal Umbrella Tower Sacrificial Treasure protected him, he still felt pain. His eyes sparkled with excitement—it had been a long time since he’d fought like this. His desire to fight surged, and he sneered, “Come on! Haha!” before rushing at Ya Ya Cha.

Ya Ya Cha swung his claws back and forth, convinced that if Guo Shier managed to land a claw strike, he would be torn apart.

Guo Shier grabbed Ya Ya Cha’s arm joint with one hand and pressed down on his claws with the other. With a swift twist of his wrist, he applied force—this was a joint-locking technique from grappling arts. Thanks to his enhanced strength from his past life, he could execute these moves rapidly. With a crackling sound, Ya Ya Cha let out a deafening scream.

As long as there was a joint, Guo Shier was confident he could break it. Grappling arts focused on joints, and with his strength far greater than before, once a joint was locked, it wasn’t just restraint—it was destruction.

Guo Shieru realized that relying solely on punches and kicks was hardly enough to kill or seriously injure the opponent—the advanced Purple Armored Man’s biological armor was too strong; even the Moon Blade found it difficult to harm him. However, joint-locking techniques could break the opponent’s arms, dealing severe damage and reducing their combat capability.

Continuous cracking sounds filled the air, and Ayacha’s cries grew more urgent. Two arms were broken, followed by a thigh, until he finally collapsed to the ground. Guo Shieru drew out the Moon Blade and severed his neck in one swing.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes, especially the final moments, which were as fast as lightning. Before the Purple Armored Man could react, Ayacha’s head was already severed.

Ezek shouted, “Great! Brilliant!”

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she murmured, “Wow, so handsome…” She couldn’t help but step forward, but Ezek grabbed her, saying, “What are you doing? It’s your turn to fight—stay back now!”

Zhen Wuji smiled and said, “I didn’t expect Shieru to have such tactics. Hehe.”

Goha and Yao Zebuson also showed surprise in their eyes. They had never seen such an attack method before—it was extremely fierce, especially those final moments, which were dazzling. The Purple Armored Man had no chance to resist and was instantly killed.

The advanced Purple Armored Man remained calm, as if it wasn’t one of its own who had died. Another Purple Armored Man stepped forward, pointed at himself, and made some strange noises. Translated, it seemed to be Hosa’s voice, though it sounded quite odd. He pointed at Yao Zebuson and waved his arm, indicating he wanted to fight him.

Yao Zebuson wasn’t afraid. He stepped forward slowly and said calmly, “Yao Zebuson!” This time, he pulled out a giant sword as thick as a door panel. Swinging it around, he said, “Come on!”

Hosa, the Purple Armored Man, held a spear-like weapon with a shaft as thick as an egg and a huge triangular tip. With a weapon over four meters long and Hosa’s tall stature, he exuded a fierce presence. He stared at Yao Zebuson and slowly raised his spear.

Yao Zebuson suddenly lunged forward, and the giant sword emitted a silver-white glow. This was also a sacrificial treasure, of lower rank—crafted by him on the third-tier altar; it was a third-grade sacrificial treasure. He had hardly used this sword before, but it had one major advantage: it was heavy and sharp, giving it a significant edge in combat.

With the pride of a professional, Yao Zebusong did not use his most powerful sacrificial treasure nor opt for long-range attacks. Instead, like Guo Shier, he chose to fight with weapons. Of course, he wouldn’t engage in close combat using only fists and feet—he had no confidence in killing his opponent.

He swung his massive sword downward in a slashing strike. Huo Sa roared and swung his spear horizontally, hitting the side of the giant sword.

Clang!

It was as if hitting a giant gong. Yao Zebusong felt an immense force rush toward him; the giant sword was deflected, and its strike landed beside Huo Sa, creating a loud explosion that left a deep groove in the ground.

Huo Sa’s spear suddenly rose and was thrust at Yao Zebusong’s throat. Yao Zebusong flew backward abruptly, flipping his giant sword to strike back, producing a series of clanging sounds. This kind of battle wasn’t his forte, but thanks to the strength of his ninth-tier altar profession and the power of his sacrificial treasure, he could still handle it fairly well. Still, such battles left him feeling frustrated—he couldn’t help but want to put away his giant sword and fight with his own primary sacrificial treasure.

Out of concern for the power threats in this world, Yao Zebusong didn’t take risks. He would deal with the situation as long as he could; even if he couldn’t kill his opponent, he could still protect himself.

Aizek curled his lips. He despised the battle between these two. After seeing Guo Shier’s fight, he lost interest in theirs—this was a head-on clash with no tactics or tricks, just a competition to see whose strength was greater and whose weapon was sharper.

Yao Zebusong was stronger in combat, but since it was a domain he wasn’t good at, the two fought fiercely, almost evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

The circle of combat expanded as everyone stepped back. Halechi shook his head and asked, “How long will this go on?”

Guo Shier replied, “Until Brother Li Ran and Sister Zhen show up.” Everyone understood that only when Li Ran and Qi Wu Zhen arrived could they fully unleash their strength. Then, by finding a weak point in the battlefield, they could leave. In fact, everyone wondered how many more small worlds they would have to go through before escaping.

Yao Zebusong grew impatient. With a wave of his hand, his giant sword flew out—he finally couldn’t resist using the power of his sacrificial treasure.

Clang!

Hosha thrust his weapon desperately, trying to knock the giant sword away, but since the sword was driven by soul energy, it was beyond his ability to resist. Not only did he fail to knock it away, but he was also pushed back by the rebound force. Yao Zebusong cast a spell and shouted, “Die, you bastard!”
The giant sword transformed into a stream of silver-white blades, instantly engulfing Hosha. With a short, agonized scream, he was killed on the spot.
Yao Zebusong waved his hand, and the giant sword disappeared. This time, the men in purple armor clearly showed signs of unease. They chattered among themselves, seemingly arguing about something. Moments later, another man in purple armor stepped forward. Instead of choosing Guo Shier and Yao Zebusong, he pointed at Meili.
Meili grinned viciously. She had long wanted to step forward; if not for Aizek holding her back, how could she have endured this much longer? Lately, Aizek had kept a tight grip on her—she wasn’t allowed to tease Halechi or wander around, leaving her extremely frustrated. She broke free from Aizek and rushed forward.
“Is that you calling me? Hehe, I’m Meili… the really, really beautiful… Meili!”
Everyone was speechless. That explanation was truly impressive.
The man in purple armor made a sound, and everyone realized his name was Bacha. Though his name was strange, no one cared. They looked at him as if he were already dead. Was Meili that easy to provoke? She was a humanoid monster, and a fierce one at that.
With two high-ranking men in purple armor already dead, they became more cautious and chose Meili, who seemed weaker. But they still picked the wrong person. If they had chosen Halechi, they might have survived. Halechi was the weakest among them, while Meili was by no means weak. Moreover, Meili was best at close combat. Among these people, she could rank among the top three in terms of combat skills.
Aizek was reluctant to let Meili go forward. He said, “Let me do it!”
Meili immediately became angry. She turned to Aizek and growled, “Get lost! This is mine!”
Aizek helplessly cursed under his breath, “Stupid woman!” Despite his constant complaints about her being stupid, everyone present knew he truly loved her, wishing to keep her by his side at all times. Especially after Meili showed interest in Halechi, he stayed glued to her, never leaving her out of sight.

Meili and Aizek were in the Small World. The only thing they didn’t dare do was transform. They already knew that while transformation would greatly boost their strength, it was also extremely dangerous—something they had already experienced. If it weren’t for Guo Shier’s Soul Scripture purification, they might not have been able to get out.

Bacha’s weapon was even more peculiar—a huge metal square brick that reminded Guo Shier of the bricks from his past life. Bacha held two such bricks, each three feet long and one foot thick. A notch had been cut into the surface to create a handle, giving it the appearance of a heavy brick-shaped weapon that could also be used as a shield when stood upright.

Meili stepped forward bare-handed, looking excited as she uttered strange sounds. Upon listening closely, everyone was stunned.
“Bacha, Bacha, you’re seeking death… Bacha, Bacha, I want your life… Bacha, Bacha, I love you! I love you to death!”

Aizek was wiser than Meili. He couldn’t help but cover his face—his wife was truly extreme. Loving someone to death? That really could mean death.