I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 197 - 125: The Oblivious Blockhead (Subscribe Please)

The small cave was cramped and narrow.

Chen Yuan held Ling Yinrong against the cave wall, his Sword Intent spreading out to probe the situation outside.

"Two Shamans, twelve Barbarian Warriors."

Ling Yinrong hooked one hand onto his shoulder and covered her chest with the other, struggling to say: "Put me down."

She was aware her injuries hadn’t healed and knew that Chen Yuan alone couldn’t deal with the Barbarians outside.

But she didn’t want to be a burden.

"Don’t move!"

Chen Yuan sternly whispered.

"You..."

Before Ling Yinrong could finish, Chen Yuan tore his robe into strips and bound her tightly to his chest.

"Senior Sister Ling, please forgive me."

Ling Yinrong looked at Chen Yuan’s determined profile, her gaze drifting unnaturally to the side.

That’s when she saw the scars scattered across his bare chest.

The scars were fierce, with ragged, uneven edges.

Their colors varied, some faint and others deep, clearly not all from the same time.

Ling Yinrong’s spirit shook; she knew these scars were left not by Martial Artists, but by demons.

The Absolute Saber Inheritance?

Only such a ruthless inheritance would force someone so young to endure such hardships.

After a moment of silence.

Ling Yinrong bit her lip, then said: "You can’t possibly defeat the Barbarians outside like this."

"Senior Sister Ling, trust me!"

Chen Yuan looked down and managed a smile.

Then, holding Ling Yinrong in one arm and the Wan Jun Saber in the other, he charged out of the cave.

He kept his body low, shielding the petite Ling Yinrong with his sturdy chest.

"Be careful," Ling Yinrong softly warned.

Under the coat, her hands clung silently to Chen Yuan’s waist, trying not to hinder his swordplay.

Outside the cave mouth, two Barbarians stood on each side, holding large scimitars aloft.

Another two had bronze beast masks on their faces, their naked torsos marked with blood-red patterns that extended from their necks down into a bizarre formation.

Three zhang (about 10 meters) behind them, several Barbarian archers drew their bows, releasing their arrows the moment they spotted Chen Yuan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The arrows whistled through the air.

As Chen Yuan ran, he dodged the arrows by sidestepping against the cave wall, then continued to slide forward upon landing.

"Die!"

The two Barbarians outside swung down their blades, only to be blocked by Chen Yuan’s backhanded sword deflect.

Using the tremendous force, he somersaulted forward.

At that moment.

The two bronze-masked Shamans from the Southern Barbarian Sect, one on each side, launched an attack at him.

After activating the Blood Seals, the Shamans’ fists were swift as the wind, rapidly nearing Chen Yuan’s face.

"Absolute Blade Horizontal Slash!"

The icy Absolute Saber Intent met the Shamans’ heavy punches head-on, sweeping across in a slash.

However, Chen Yuan knew his Sword Intent was not yet perfect and not a match for them, so after a single slash, he instantly flipped and quickly retreated.

A sharp blade light flickered.

In his hands, the hundred-catty (about 50 kg) Wan Jun Saber swung with deceptive lightness and speed, slicing past two oncoming Barbarian swordsmen.

Chen Yuan dashed past them, attempting to flee.

At that moment, the distant Barbarian archers fired several more arrows, trying to cut off his escape.

One Shaman also caught up behind him, the Blood Seal bursting with power that linked the might of heaven and earth.

A much larger phantom image emerged from him.

—It was not a Barbarian figure but a similar ghostly image of a wolf-like demon howling skyward.

"Guo!"

The Shaman’s eyes bulged, emitting a muffled roar from behind the mask, and he smashed down a punch.

From his fist, a wolf’s head emerged with a gaping maw, roaring towards Chen Yuan.

"Careful!"

Ling Yinrong, peeking under Chen Yuan’s arm, saw this and disregarded her own injuries, forcibly unleashing the Spiritual Acupoint Vortex.

Golden light converged in her hands, piercing through the robe with a thrust of Sword Intent.

Supreme Demon Vanquisher Flawless Sword Intent!

"Ugh." Blood spilled from the corner of Ling Yinrong’s mouth.

Her brilliant Sword Energy was fierce yet fragile, only halting the Shaman’s punch momentarily.

Then it was torn apart by the wolf’s head, continuing its assault on the pair.

Chen Yuan frowned deeply, slashing backward with a Sword Qi, but he dared not entangle with the Shaman behind him.

Using the collision between the sword and the punch as leverage, he lunged forward with Ling Yinrong in his embrace.

However, another Shaman had anticipated this, "Wei people, you cannot escape!"

Unlike the previous Shaman, the Blood Seal on his body conjured a black mountain bird.

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Its outstretched wings seemed to become his own.

With a couple of gentle flaps, the Shaman caught up to Chen Yuan in front, extending a single palm to strike.

"Persistent as a ghost!"

Chen Yuan glimpsed Ling Yinrong’s bloodied mouth, a flash of coldness crossing his face.

His instincts, honed from constant battles with demons, told him that without dealing with the Shaman before him, he and Ling Yinrong stood no chance of escape.

Chen Yuan steeled his heart, facing the oncoming palm without dodging and instead turned to meet it head-on.

Ling Yinrong, realizing his plan, jolted.

Without needing to be told to be careful, she forced the Supreme Demon Vanquisher technique to life once more.

Reaching out, she placed her hand against Chen Yuan’s back, her radiant True Yuan blocking the Shaman’s earth-shattering palm first.

Ling Yinrong vomited blood, her internal injuries worsening, her face ash-white and colorless.

Yet Chen Yuan, perceiving this, grew even colder, focusing all his True Yuan into the Wan Jun Saber without reserve.

Then, with his physical body withstanding the remnants of the palm, he turned, lifting the saber in an upward slash.