I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 429 - 278: One Man Against a Thousand Troops (Part 4)

Looking at the white circles appearing behind those three people, it was clear they were all masters of Inner Strength. Qin Yuesheng’s eyes instantly lit up, and he immediately abandoned the dull, monotonous mowing-down, heading directly toward those three.

"How bold!" Seeing Qin Yuesheng advance instead of retreat, looking as if he intended to take on three at once, the master wielding the hammer barked, and swung his hammer straight at Qin Yuesheng.

The hammer’s force slammed down with a tremor, but Qin Yuesheng stood unmoving like a mountain, countering with a slash of his blade.

Bang!

The flaming blade aura collided with the hammer’s force. Those who were skilled with hammers were all men of extraordinary strength, but in front of Qin Yuesheng, comparing strength was nothing but a joke.

In just the blink of an eye, the man’s hammer aura was dissolved, the Celestial Fire Divine Blade struck the iron hammer in his hand, and with a crisp sound the hammer broke in half, unable to withstand the sharpness of the Celestial Fire Divine Blade.

"Not good!"

Seeing his weapon destroyed, the man immediately realized that this flaming weapon was extraordinary. He tried to dodge—if the Celestial Fire Divine Blade really struck him, his own body would surely meet the same fate as his hammer.

Qin Yuesheng had anticipated this long ago; with his left hand, he grabbed, and the man was pulled backward involuntarily, as if he’d chosen himself to smash into the edge of the Celestial Fire Divine Blade.

Swish!

One slash, two halves; in the burning flames, a fine head spun through the air, its hair instantly engulfed by fire—within seconds, it was scorched to black nothingness.

Qin Yuesheng killed one in less than three moves. The remaining two dared not fight alone, and both attacked together, setting up to go all out.

Qin Yuesheng didn’t want to waste time—Sanhuang, in terms of strength, was far from a match for Cao Mengda’s army. If Sanhuang could unify Jiangnan, it all depended on him.

Seeing the two Inner Strength experts charge in, Qin Yuesheng swung a mysterious slash; all around him was engulfed in flames, as if plunged into the Red Lotus Purgatory.

Seven Great Limits of Heaven and Earth. Blazing Fire!

At a glance, it was a sea of fire; the two men felt a sudden brightness, and in an instant their clothing ignited, their bodies split abruptly into two halves.

When everything returned to normal, only two charred corpses remained on the ground.

Even the smallest mosquito is still meat; Qin Yuesheng hurried to dismember the three corpses and collect the Inner Strength Pills, then continued toward the Cao Army general’s command post.

As the saying goes, to catch the bandits, capture the king first. If he could behead the Cao Army general, this battle would be won without a fight.

Qin Yuesheng cut down enemies as he went, his flames sweeping across the land. Soon, he drew the attention of Cao Mengda who was stationed at the rear of the army. Surprised that Liu Xian’s forces had such a master, Cao Mengda immediately commanded, "Deploy the ’Hundred-Lock Formation’ and the ’Blackwind Iron Cavalry.’ Kill this man on the spot—don’t let him continue so arrogantly."

"Yes!"

Again the battle flag waved, and an opening suddenly formed within the main army—exactly where Qin Yuesheng stood. As he wondered what was happening, a hundred burly men appeared, wearing black masks and carrying iron chains, and surrounded him.

As soon as these men saw Qin Yuesheng, they began to swing their iron chains, throwing them at him. The chains sliced through the air like silver snakes—one hundred cold flashes coming at him in succession. Qin Yuesheng expelled his Inner Strength outward, planning to blast all these chains away.

But unexpectedly, the chains suddenly dropped in midair, dodging Qin Yuesheng’s burst of Inner Strength, then swiftly coiled around his whole body, binding him tightly like a rice dumpling.

"Heh!" The hundred Great Han grunted and exerted their force, and Qin Yuesheng instantly felt the chains squeezing him painfully—clearly these chains were no ordinary materials.

Crack crack crack!

With one hundred Great Han pulling together, Qin Yuesheng’s body was fixed in place. An ordinary man would already have been smashed into meat paste by so many chains.

Qin Yuesheng could only rely on his physique and strength to resist, but his face was still flushed red from strain.

"Soul-Catching Demon."

Hiding in Qin Yuesheng’s chest, the Soul-Catching Demon immediately crawled forth—even though Qin Yuesheng was bound by chains, it smoothly transformed on his arm into the Soul-Catching Arm, his strength instantly surging to unimaginable levels.

Crack!

Qin Yuesheng thrust his hand out through the chains, casually grabbed one, and with the might of the Soul-Catching Arm, squeezed—this chain was instantly snapped in two in his grasp.

The power of the Soul-Catching Arm was so great, even Qin Yuesheng couldn’t fathom it. He grabbed several chains and, spinning counterclockwise, started to rotate himself.

It was awkward at first, but as the force continued, he grew smoother and smoother. Those hundred Great Han were no match for Qin Yuesheng. Soon, like a spinning windmill, they were lifted off the ground, flying through the air.

The hundred men now turned into a meteor-hammer; Qin Yuesheng swept endlessly, sending one Cao Army soldier flying after another, instantly scattering their formation.

In the collision, many of the Great Han’s black masks fell away, revealing their true features—all of them had faces with scales, horns, or three eyes and many mouths; they were the Ghost Race!

"To think that Cao Mengda not only has the support of the White Lotus Saint Sect, he can even command the Ghost Race." Qin Yuesheng thought to himself. Seeing the chains had spun enough, he swung the Celestial Fire Divine Blade hard, and the flames slashed across like a waterfall, enveloping all the Ghost Race.

Then Qin Yuesheng released his grip, and the hundred Ghost Race, wreathed in fire and trailing silver chains, flew off at high speed into the distance, finally crashing down into the Cao Army ranks, killing a large number of their soldiers in one fell swoop.