Apex War God

“Fight!” Yang Wu yelled in proud defiance, all geared up for a brawl. It seemed that his combative nature had been thoroughly provoked. He intended to fight to his heart’s content.

Currently, the Supreme Nine Profound Art was circulating at its maximum. His pores were opening and closing in unison, absorbing the wisps of natural Profound Energy the instant they appeared. The Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance also allowed him to absorb water-attributed Profound Energy through his soles whenever his feet touched the ground. At the same time, the water-attributed Profound Energy seemed to stick to the bottom of his feet; he felt like he was floating on water, able to move nimbly. His physique had never been better, recovering from injuries with astonishing speed. One could even say that he had an immortal body. This was especially so after he absorbed the Nascent Profound Essence, which allowed ordinary wounds to heal in a blink of an eye. Nothing could cause him much harm anymore.

It was amazing that the young man still dared to confront his attackers when they had him cornered. In the eyes of others, he had gone crazy. However, to a true-blue cultivator who pursued the strengthening of their martial path, this was the real test. Carving out a path of blood was how a fighter could exceed his limits and wield greater power.

“Slaughter him! Does he think he can really challenge us, the Black Ape Gang?” Fatty Dong commanded the rest of his men.

The guardian had wanted to recruit Yang Wu for his leader but was flatly rejected. Furthermore, the young man had also crippled Zhang Ping’s ten fingers, so no further negotiation was possible. The only thing the fat man could do was finish off the opponent.

“Kill him! You all must finish him off!” Zhang Ping shouted with frenzied eyes as he cradled his hands.

However, before the prisoners had a chance to surround him completely, Yang Wu had already seized the initiative.

Before he was brought to block 7, his ankles were chained. Hence, his movement was heavily restricted, much like the rest. However, with the help of Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance, he could still move unusually fast.

To him, taking a step on the ground was like riding a wave. Drifting around continuously, he swung his crowbar, shooting out a three-meter-odd clump of light-blue Profound Energy that transformed into a dark cloud to envelop the onrushing prisoners.

When an Inferior Grade Warrior inmate saw this massive cloud of Profound Energy, he took fright, but knowing he couldn’t escape it, he met the attack with his crowbar. The two crowbars clashed, and sparks flew. The crowbar in the prisoner’s hand instantly dropped, but the Profound Energy continued unimpeded. His chest caved in, blood splattering all around.

Several men behind him got knocked over, and chaos ensued.

Yang Wu did not linger after that victorious move. Instead, he took the chance to break through the crowd in that direction, stepping on the many fallen prisoners on the ground in the process. As he ran, he continued swinging the crowbar in his hand, left and right, hitting more prisoners. They fell as well. Blood splattered the ground everywhere.

Very few could exchange more than one blow with him. Still, they had him outnumbered, and none were afraid of death. Not giving him a chance to breathe, they relentlessly hurled the crowbars in their hands at him.

Although Yang Wu’s cicada-shell-like defense had strengthened by leaps and bounds, it was not enough to prevent severe injury. Luckily, he had an extraordinary body; with the peach-pit dantian, he could recover almost instantly.

Just when he threw an ambusher to the ground, a few others assaulted him from the sides, targeting his head. When he raised his crowbar to fend against their attacks, exposing his back, another three or four of them brandishing crowbars swarmed him from behind.

The incessant assault of his enemies almost knocked Yang Wu down, even though he possessed outstanding reactions.

There are too many of them. I’ve got to think of another strategy! The young man decided to change tactics. Instead of getting entangled in battle, he would try to break through the siege with the help of his nimble footwork.

The battle energized some inmates, and one even shouted, “Beat him to death! He can’t hold out much longer.”

“He has hurt so many of our brothers! We mustn’t let him escape alive!”

Standing on the summit, Black Ape stared down at the battle and mocked softly to himself, “What a brainless kid! Does he really think that he can fight his way here with his little talent? How naive!”

He stopped watching after saying that. Yang Wu was as good as dead in his eyes.

But at this time, the young man threw away his crowbar.

This was akin to abandoning his weapon. Did this mean that he was about to surrender?

Honestly, how could Yang Wu admit defeat? The more injuries he suffered, the more his blood boiled with fighting spirit. Perverse belligerence swept through him. He went berserk, wanting to fight and kill to his heart’s content.

Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike!

The acupoints on both palms acted like accelerators as he shot two huge blasts of Profound Energy. The oscillating energy swept out like a wave, knocking down seven to eight enemies in one shot.

At the same time, the image of the hunchbacked turtle-man clashing against tumultuous ocean waves came to mind again. He seemed to overlap with the old man, comprehending the mysteries of the Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike.

The Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike was originally a technique related to water-attributed Profound Energy. Waves were formed by water ripples, and only waves under impact could form earth-shatteringly rapid water spirals. Its principle was similar to the Dragon Turtle Sea Flipping Art’s, except that the latter was more profound, whereas the palm technique was easy to grasp.

Yang Wu sent out wave after wave of the Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike. The light-blue Profound Essence it contained intensified. As such, his attacks were more lethal than ever. All the prisoners were badly bashed up, maimed and beaten bloody. Some even collapsed and died on the spot, while the rest sustained severe injuries. None could withstand his brutal attacks.

As he pressed on, his palm strikes strengthened. Suddenly, spirals appeared in his palm strikes, thus raising their destructive force to an even higher level.

The palm technique reached the Established stage.

Yang Wu finally achieved the Established stage of the Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike. At last, he fully grasped the form of this General Class combat technique.

This development scared off many prisoners. Although their numbers seemed to be a few hundred, the ones who could fight the young man were only those at the forefront of the battle. These prisoners were more skillful than those behind, but most of them now lay sprawled on the ground, apparently lifeless. The grisly scene was enough to stop the rest in their tracks.

“Haha! Why don’t you all come and get me? Aren’t you ready to kill me?! What are you waiting for?!” Yang Wu burst into a loud guffaw after saying that.

He wiped away the blood dripping from his forehead and took another step forward. The enemies standing before him backed down unconsciously, a shocking reaction.

“All of you are a bunch of trash! Let me tear him apart!” An astonishingly loud roar rang out, and a towering giant dashed headlong at the young man.

Glancing at the man, Yang Wu wondered aloud with a cocked brow, “Is that a barbarian?”

Indeed, the brusque man, Shi Gan, was a barbarian captive and one of the eight guardians appointed by Black Ape. He was a Medial Grade Warrior and incomparably strong—capable of beating down a Superior Grade Warrior.

Shi Gan was a head taller than the other prisoners, with a thick waist and muscular limbs. His headlong dash was a harrowing sight to behold, as he shook the ground with his every step and left deep footprints in his wake.

Yang Wu stared at this giant running toward him. The latter did not execute any terrifying combat techniques as he drew closer to the former; he ran straight at the young man as though to greet him with a bear hug after a long separation.

It would be fine if it were just a simple hug, but there was more to it. A thin layer of Profound Energy on Shi Gan’s body contained a trace of the Barbarian Energy unique to his race. He could even burst a mountain rock with his embrace.

“You came at the right time!” Yang Wu let out a yelp of excitement. Standing with his back hunched slightly like a turtle riding a wave, he let the energy circulate through his entire body. Before Shi Gan could approach him, he struck out with his palms, thrusting them at Shi Gan like two dragons bursting out of the sea.

Bang! Bang!

Two powerful blows landed on the giant. An ordinary man would have exploded, but he seemed utterly unaffected as he continued toward Yang Wu and caught hold of him. The young man crumpled under the savage, suffocating pressure. His bones creaked as if about to break.

“You’re seeking death!” This was not how the giant wanted to kill him; he wanted to turn the young man upside down and smash his head into the ground.

To his surprise, he couldn’t flip Yang Wu. The latter seemed to be nailed to the ground; he couldn’t lift him, no matter how much he tried. At this point, Yang Wu retaliated!

Blood and energy raced inside the young man’s body. The numerous pores on the peach-pit dantian all opened simultaneously, allowing the energy circulating through his meridians and acupoints to skyrocket. He pried open Shi Gan’s arms clamped around him. Then, he repeatedly landed palm strikes on Shi Gan’s chest.

Each palm strike was like a thunderclap or a raging sea wave, powerful enough to split boulders.

Shi Gan’s physique was indeed amazing. He could stand up to any beating; no ordinary Superior Grade Warrior could harm him with their bare fists. But what Yang Wu did with his palms was beyond a Consummate Grade Warrior. His attacking force spiraled and penetrated the man’s flesh to impact his heart and shatter it.

The gigantic body collapsed to the ground, landing heavily on top of several inmates who failed to escape in time. The other prisoners looked aghast.

Shi Gan—dead!

The place fell silent.

Shi Gan was a more formidable guardian compared to Zhang Ping. This kind of sudden death was too much of a shock.

A faint smile flashed across Yang Wu’s face. He continued his mad dash toward the mountain where Black Ape resided, roaring, “Those in my way will die!”

He overcame the obstacles with nimble footwork, much like a turtle swimming in the ocean with total ease. He launched violent palm strikes, carving out a path of blood to the mountain.

Many of the prisoners no longer posed a threat to him. Although they weren’t afraid of death, they did not want to end up like Shi Gan. They didn’t have a tough body like the burly guardian and knew their deaths would only be quicker.

“What a bunch of useless bums! Do I really need to handle this myself?” A middle-aged lady, who looked well-maintained, holding a long whip, blocked Yang Wu’s path.

She was one of the eight guardians under Black Ape, Xu Jiaohua, ranked third in the hierarchy. With her cleavage half-exposed, the lady still looked seductive and attractive enough to excite the men in prison.

Flanking her were the top guardian, Iron Head, and the number two, Drunken Ghost.