The iron cudgel contained Xuan Qi and was extremely powerful. Even the barbarians, who were born with thick skin and flesh, were unable to withstand it. Their skin was split open and their flesh was splattered.
Yang Wu's blood was boiling. He laughed and said, "Bring more people who can fight. You guys are too weak!"
As Yang Wu's laughter fell, the iron cudgel and his Xuan Qi was like a storm, wreaking havoc on the four injured barbarians. They were unable to retreat in time and were unable to block it.
When Yang Wu put away the iron cudgel, the four barbarians were already covered in blood and collapsed in a pool of blood.
Yang Wu did not look at them. The iron cudgel was placed on the ground. As he ran forward, the iron cudgel created a burst of intense sparks.
Once the fearless prison slaves approached, they would be sent flying with a single blow. No one could stop them.
Soon, a bloody path appeared in the first district. It was filled with the blood of the prison slaves. It was extremely shocking.
The prison guards who were secretly watching felt their scalps go numb. The strength of the youth who was dragging the iron cudgel was not inferior to any of the bosses.
If such a youth wanted to escape, the district head would have to appear to stop him.
However far Yang Wu walked, Little Hei followed. No one could stop their footsteps.
Yang Wu's appearance finally alarmed one of the four bosses of the alliance, Shi Taisheng. He was also the king of the nearby mountains.
Shi Taisheng appeared in front of Yang Wu empty-handed. He was like an iron tower standing at the highest point. He was like a Vajra. His eyes were bright and his aura was astonishing.
In the past, Shi Taisheng had torn apart 49 soldiers and one general of the Great Xia Dynasty on the battlefield before he was captured.
Now that he was a captive, his barbarian aura did not diminish. As the boss of the prison slaves, although he would never be able to get rid of this identity, he would only be satisfied if he killed a few more people of the Great Xia Dynasty. For example, the youth in front of him was the target he wanted to kill the most.
Even if such a young genius had the potential to soar in the mountain prison, he, Shi Taisheng, would kill this genius to reduce the danger to his comrades.
This was also the reason why Shi Taisheng had to drag out an ignoble existence.
Shi Taisheng had the spirit of one man guarding the pass. He coldly looked at the "petite" Yang Wu. There was not the slightest bit of contempt in his eyes. There was only a thick murderous aura.
The other Prison Slaves no longer encircled Yang Wu, they all made space for Shi Taisheng. They believed that as long as Shi Taisheng made a move, this young man in front of them would die without a doubt.
Yang Wu raised his head and looked at Shi Taisheng, who was blocking his way. He pointed his blood-stained iron rod at Shi Taisheng and said, "Barbarians, those who obstruct me shall die!"
Ever since he was young, Yang Wu knew that the citizens of the Grand Xia Empire and the Barbarian Tribe were at loggerheads with each other. However, he didn't know what exactly was going on. Perhaps it was a territorial dispute, or perhaps it was a conflict between different races. In short, it was an innate hostility that was instilled in him.
"Boss, quickly kill him! He injured so many of our brothers!" A prison slave cried out.
"That's right, don't let him go. He's too arrogant. Does he really think that there's no one in the first district?" Another prison slave said.
… …
Yang Wu now knew that this Barbarian in front of him should be one of the bosses of the first district, Shi Taisheng. He had long heard from Xu Jiaohua about the situation in the first district. One of the four bosses was from the Barbarian Tribe.
"Hehe, the thing I love the most is to twist off the heads of talented youths like you!" Shi Taisheng grinned at Yang Wu.
"Everyone says that Barbarians are all brawn and no brains. Seems like it's true. You're even disdainful of being my servant!" Yang Wu mocked back.
Shi Taisheng's eyes darkened. He took heavy steps towards Yang Wu. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground. It was obvious how tyrannical his strength was.
"You dare to humiliate the Barbarian Tribe. Kneel down and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!" Shi Taisheng shouted as he walked over. He used his powerful aura to suppress Yang Wu.
His entire body was surrounded by a light yellow energy. The energy was like snakes swimming in the air. It was awe-inspiring.
Yang Wu flicked his unbound black hair and said with a smile, "I'll return the same words to you."
After he finished speaking, Yang Wu faced Shi Taisheng head-on. He was not afraid of him at all. He only hoped that Shi Taisheng's strength would not disappoint him.
Shi Taisheng raised his eyebrows. A yellow fist blasted towards Yang Wu. The fist was one and a half feet long. It was like a roaring snake that wanted to devour people.
The power of this fist was incomparably tyrannical. It was enough to split rocks and split mountains. It was not something that an ordinary top warrior would dare to take head on.
Yang Wu could clearly see the trajectory of Shi Taisheng's attack. He could have dodged it first and then looked for an opportunity to attack. However, he did not do so. Instead, he gathered the power in his palm and slapped towards the fist.
Bang!
The fist and palm collided. Different forces splashed out. The two of them were in a deadlock. Neither of them took a step back. Their hair and clothes fluttered in the air. The dust and gravel around them were sent flying.
Shi Taisheng raised his eyebrows. It was as if two divine lights flickered in his eyes. His other fist blasted out again. The snake's coiled mouth was wide open. It wanted to swallow someone.
Yang Wu's other palm was like a rippling wave. The spiraling force was like a small vortex that condensed in the palm of his hand. It met the snake's attack.
The fist and palm collided once again. It was still a tie. Neither of them could do anything to the other.
"I don't believe that you can be stronger than me!" Shi Taisheng shouted angrily. He pulled back his fist and punched again. His strength was on another level.
Yang Wu also pulled back his fist and punched again. His strength was also on the rise.
Bang! Bang!
Yang Wu and Shi Taisheng fought head-on. Neither of them was willing to back down. Between their palms and fists, two different colored Xuan Qi constantly burst out. Sand and stones flew around them. It was a wonderful sight.
The surrounding prison slaves were dumbfounded. It was hard for them to imagine that such a young man could be on par with the barbarian, Shi Tai Sheng. Even the top three bosses of the first district couldn't have such an ability.
"Damn it, I will definitely beat you up with one punch!" The more Shi Taisheng fought, the more anxious he became. With a roar, he circulated all of his Xuan Qi. The brute force in his body crazily condensed on both of his fists. He smashed them at Yang Wu.
Barbaric Python Fist!
This was Shi Taisheng's battle fist. It could release at least fifteen cauldrons of strength. It was enough to smash a huge rock into powder.
Yang Wu had already realized that Shi Taisheng was going all out. He took a step back and circulated the Sovereign Nine Mysteries Formula and the Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Art to the extreme. The energy in his body crazily extracted. The two vortexes condensed in the center of his palms became more rapid. It seemed that the sound of a vortex was contained within them. He first shouted: "Just now I only used eighty percent of my strength. Now I will use ninety percent of my strength to defeat you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed his palms forward fiercely.
This was definitely more than twenty cauldrons of strength. The spiraling waves blasted the Barbaric Python until it exploded inch by inch.
Blood splashed from Shi Taisheng's arms. Traces of blood seeped out. His body continuously retreated. With every step he took back, a deep pit appeared on the ground.
Yang Wu, in a spurt of energy, rushed forward like a Dragon Turtle coiling on water. His palms continued to fiercely strike.
Shi Taisheng's hands were trembling, but he had no choice but to raise his fists to meet the attack.
Shi Taisheng was once again pushed back. However, he still did not fall. More blood seeped out from his arms. The pain caused his expression to become even more unbearable.
Yang Wu, on the other hand, continued to strike with his palms. His palms were like a tide. One wave came and went, and another wave came. It was endless.
At this moment, he increasingly understood the subtleties of the Vortex Wave Palm. The Large Success Stage was becoming more and more mature. He was afraid that it wouldn't be long before he could cultivate this palm technique to the Perfect Stage.
Under the seventh impact, Shi Taisheng's arms were bent. His bones were broken. His body fell heavily to the ground, creating a human-shaped pit and raising a cloud of dust.
Shi Taisheng's skin was thick and his flesh was thick. He wouldn't die so easily. He wanted to get up, but a foot had already stepped on his chest, causing it to cave in.
Pu!
Shi Taisheng spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body became pale, and it was difficult for him to have any combat strength to speak of.
Yang Wu stepped on top of Shi Taisheng. He looked down at Shi Taisheng and declared, "The Red Steel Ores you collected are all mine."
"Haha … I can't leave the Mountain Prison at all. How could I have collected Red Steel Ores? You think too much!" Shi Taisheng laughed wildly in the face of death.
Yang Wu's killing intent was great. He shouted, "If you don't have Red Steel Ores, then what's the use of having you?!"
Shi Taisheng wanted to punch away Yang Wu's foot. Unfortunately, Yang Wu used his strength at this moment and stepped on his chest, causing him to die on the spot.
"He … he actually killed Boss Shi. Let's avenge him together!"
"That's right. We were captured and brought here. We are destined to die. If we can kill this brat together, we will have profited!"
"He has used up a lot of his strength. Let's take this opportunity to kill him."
…
The captured barbarians here screamed. They each carried a crowbar or a rock and charged towards Yang Wu.
They had already accepted their deaths. Dying a day earlier or a day later didn't make much of a difference to them. However, they were satisfied to be able to kill a few more people from the Great Xia Dynasty.
Yang Wu stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron rod that was thrown on the ground. Little Hei once again appeared on his shoulder. He laughed and said, "Little Hei, let's fight to our heart's content today!"
Yang Wu waved the iron rod. It was like a long dragon, sweeping away thousands of soldiers. Many crowbars were smashed out of their hands. The rocks were smashed into smithereens. The barbarians' blood splattered everywhere.
Yang Wu really didn't have the mood to kill these barbarians. He killed his way towards the other mountains. No one was his match.
Many of these prison slaves were scared. This young man's strength was simply unfathomable. If it were other warriors, they would have been killed by him.
On top of a mountain not far away, there were dozens of prison slaves guarding together. Three of them were standing at the highest point. They had already seen the scene of Yang Wu killing his way over. Their eyes couldn't help but reveal a somewhat dignified expression.
These three prison slaves were the leaders of the alliance. They were Ai Fei Li, Zombie Han Wu Qing, and Clown Master Leng Mei.
In their opinion, this young man's battle strength was not inferior to theirs. In fact, he might even be stronger. This was a fact that they couldn't accept.
"The younger generation will surpass us in time!" The middle-aged Ai Fei Li sighed.
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