Chapter 2293

Seeing Zi Chen's calm expression, the pickaxe wielding miner had already sensed that something was wrong.

However, his attack had already taken shape. It was clearly too late for him to retreat now.

Just as Zi Chen struck, the pickaxe struggled to retract. The miner's expression was a little ferocious.

Swoosh!

The broken saber swept past the pickaxe and slashed down diagonally. A smooth, slanted surface appeared.

The saber's momentum did not decrease. It continued to slash downwards, sliding diagonally down the miner's cheek.

This attack was very fast.

As soon as the attack ended, the shadow of a stick struck toward Zi Chen from the side, but it was blocked by the scabbard.

Peng!

With a loud bang, Zi Chen took advantage of the momentum to retreat with the scabbard.

As he retreated, he faced several pincer attacks. Zi Chen's figure dodged left and right.

Zi Chen would try his best to dodge the attacks of those weapons. It was fine even if he was hit by those sticks or pickaxes. These attacks were not fatal compared to those weapons.

As he dodged, Zi Chen no longer attacked with the broken saber in his hand. He continued to use the scabbard to block.

During this time, Zi Chen would launch a fierce attack whenever he found an opportunity.

Pfft!

The broken saber swept past a Saint King's body. As he retreated, black blood began to flow from his wound.

The second Saint King was dead!

Everyone present knew that Zi Chen's broken saber was smeared with poison. Everyone was on guard. However, after Zi Chen attacked, they realized that Zi Chen's attack was impossible to block.

Pfft!

The saber flashed again. The third Saint King died in front of Zi Chen.

Zi Chen had paid a high price to kill three Saint Kings in front of a group of Saint Kings.

There were eight external wounds on his body. There were two bloody wounds on his arm that exposed his bone. There was a sword wound on his shoulder and a very long wound on his waist.

Blood flowed from his wounds. Fortunately, these people did not use poison.

The Green Snake's poison was very strong. Ordinary people would not dare to have any thoughts about this kind of poison. Existences like Zi Chen were extremely rare.

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The number of Saint Kings who had died in front of Zi Chen had already reached five.

The people around him dispersed once again. Zi Chen's body was already riddled with wounds. His body was practically covered in his own blood.

His injuries were already very serious. In the eyes of the crowd, it was almost fatal.

However, Zi Chen did not even frown. It was as if this was not his physical body.

His expression was as calm as ever, and the space between his brows was as cold as ever.

The hanging scabbard in his left hand had already turned red, and the handle of the broken sword in his right hand was also dyed red with blood. It was very eye-catching and very glaring.

That was his own blood, all of it was his own.

After coming to this world and becoming a mortal, the blood in his body no longer had any special abilities.

Five people had died, but there were still nearly twenty people on the field. These twenty people became more and more vigilant as they stared indifferently at Zi Chen.

Some of them even had blood dripping from their weapons. It was Zi Chen's blood.

Hotedesh looked at Zi Chen and said indifferently, "Your resistance is meaningless. Death is only a matter of time!"

Zi Chen replied calmly, "Even if I die, I will kill you, you old thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle that had paused for a short while began again.

Zi Chen rushed forward and went straight for Hotedesh. The latter had seen Zi Chen's strength and subconsciously took two steps back. Then, he held his long sword horizontally and made a defensive posture.

Unexpectedly, Zi Chen's movement was actually a feint. His body retreated in an instant, and the broken sword in his right hand followed his body and drew a semicircle, slashing at a Saint King who was rushing forward behind him.

At this moment, there were two people in front of this Saint King. One of them held a pickaxe, while the other held a short sword. The two of them also attacked Zi Chen without hesitation.

In the eyes of the two people, Zi Chen would definitely dodge such an attack.

Because if he did not dodge and was hit by the two people, Zi Chen would probably lose his ability to fight in an instant.

However, Zi Chen really did not dodge. He just kept rushing forward, his eyes fixed on his target. Out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the two attacks that were about to land on his body.

"Bang!"

The pickaxe smashed into Zi Chen's chest, causing his body to shake violently. The crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard continuously.

It was unknown how many of his ribs had been broken by this blow.

"Pfft!"

Before the short sword could pierce Zi Chen's vital parts, Zi Chen dodged it and grazed his shoulder.

"Swoosh!"

Faced with the two attacks that hit him first, Zi Chen was expressionless. He slashed down with the broken sword in his hand, splitting the pickaxe and the Saint King in front of him in the middle.

After the attack, Zi Chen's body spun rapidly again, neutralizing the power of the pickaxe that landed on his body. The broken sword in his hand drew a perfect circle, blocking all the attacks that came from all around.

After killing another person, Zi Chen's body was once again filled with two wounds, one internal and one external.

This was Zi Chen's most common fighting method in the outside world — exchanging lives for lives!

However, under normal circumstances, he would only use it when facing a strong opponent one on one. Moreover, it had been a long time since someone forced him to use such a reckless fighting method.

A situation like this where he was fighting a group of people by himself had never happened before.

If these people were in the outside world, they would all be strong opponents. Zi Chen needed to deal with them carefully.

When the tenth person fell in front of Zi Chen, his situation could only be described as miserable.

The indifferent spectators around them were all moved by this.

The old man wanted to go forward and help, but Zi Chen decisively waved his hand to stop him.

From beginning to end, his eyes were still indifferent, and his expression was still calm, even though his injuries seemed to be on the verge of death.

"This is my choice. I will bear all the consequences!" Zi Chen stopped the old man, causing the spectators to be moved.

With his own strength, he had killed ten people in a row. If Zi Chen did not die today, his name would definitely spread throughout the surrounding villages, and no one would dare to cause trouble for him.

However, looking at the situation today, Zi Chen would definitely die.

This was because the enemies were not just these people. In the distance, in the dark, there were also people from the Hort family, as well as others who were eyeing him covetously.

They might have been spectators, but as Zi Chen's injuries worsened, they would most likely turn from spectators to bandits.

As Zi Chen's injuries worsened, his enemies would be endless.

Moreover, because of the powerful battle strength Zi Chen had displayed and the words he had said before, even if some people felt pity for him, they would not dare to let him go.

After all, if they let Zi Chen go today, once he recovered from his injuries, Zi Chen would become a disaster for them.

If Zi Chen wanted to escape today, he would have to have an 'ability' recognised by this world.

Only an 'ability' could allow Zi Chen to escape danger.

Everyone present knew this, but how could it be so easy to obtain an ability?

Everyone knew that Zi Chen needed an ability to escape danger, but Zi Chen did not have any extravagant hopes of obtaining an ability.

In his mind, he was quickly simulating the previous battle, trying to find a way to escape.

He did not need those powerful abilities that could allow him to fly; he only needed to escape danger. In actuality, this method was very simple. With just a little bit, Zi Chen would be able to escape danger.

That was speed.

As long as his speed had a little bit of a breakthrough, Zi Chen would be guaranteed to win this battle.

Unlike the outside world, all of his senses were suppressed here, and his reaction speed was also suppressed. When he used the Nine Fleeting Lightning, it was no longer effective and could not bring him true speed.

Although in the eyes of others, his speed was already very fast, Zi Chen knew very well that this was still far from his maximum speed.

As he quickly analyzed the previous battle in his mind, Zi Chen concluded that if he could increase his speed by just a little bit, even just a little bit, he would be able to neutralize many of the fatal attacks.

With this small advantage and the sharp broken blade, Zi Chen would be able to carve out a bloody path.

"Speed, speed a little bit faster!"

At this moment, Zi Chen's mind was filled with a strong desire for speed.

This desire was unprecedented. It was the kind of desire that one would have when facing death.

"Speed!

Speed! "

Zi Chen's heart was filled with an intense desire because those people were getting closer. Given his current body, he simply could not sustain this level of battle. If this continued, he was afraid that after this round of battle, Zi Chen would die.

Thus, he needed speed. He craved speed, even if it was just a little bit.

In his mind, the Nine Fleeting Lightning appeared. Then, Zi Chen continuously simulated it, allowing him to become faster in this world, or rather, allowing him to adapt to this world faster.

Perhaps it was because of Zi Chen's potential and his exceptional talent. Perhaps it was because Zi Chen was a heaven-defying existence. Perhaps it was because of Zi Chen's excessive desire for speed, causing this desire to become some kind of power that stimulated some kind of change.

In the depths of his heart, a faint popping sound could be heard.

This was the sound of the seed breaking through the barrier, the sound of the first green seed emerging. It was the sound of the shell breaking, the sound of the darkness entering the light, the sound of some kind of shackle being broken.

After this sound rang out, Zi Chen found that his body had become lighter, no longer as heavy as before. The suppression of his extreme speed seemed to have loosened a little at this moment.

The surrounding people were slowly closing in on Zi Chen, each of their weapons reflecting a cold light.

Zi Chen, who had been standing motionless, suddenly swayed, as if he was unable to stand due to his heavy injuries.

The people around him stopped and looked indifferently at Zi Chen.

They saw Zi Chen's body stagger. He took a few steps forward, then took a few steps back. These few steps did not have the slightest order, looking very strange and out of place. In the eyes of the crowd, it was more like he was too heavily injured and was about to fall to the ground.

However, Zi Chen did not fall. After staggering a few steps, he stood up again, his expression as calm as ever.

However, if one looked carefully, they would find that Zi Chen's eyes were much brighter than before.

"Kill!"