Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques-Chapter 230 - 123: 33 Heads! Astonishment Triggered by Blade 12!

Chapter 230: Chapter 123: 33 Heads! Astonishment Triggered by Blade 12!

Compared to the thoughts of many members of the Qingxuan Squad.

Lu Changsheng had almost no thoughts.

He had only one thought: annihilate the squad in front of him.

And not just the squad in front of him.

As long as it’s a squad of Northern Barbarians, if he encounters them, he will wipe them out completely!

"Clang."

Lu Changsheng unsheathed his blade.

He hadn’t drawn his blade for an entire year.

This time, however, drawing the blade felt seamless, as natural as breathing.

A streak of blood-colored knife light pierced through the heavens and earth.

The Dragon God Transformation in his body had almost become instinctive.

A force of seven hundred ding, under the amplification of Dragon God Transformation and martial skills, had now surged beyond four thousand ding!

This was an absolutely terrifying number.

That overwhelming force fell upon a member of the Qingxuan Squad.

"Splat."

In an instant, the body was sliced into two.

A Divine Power Realm martial artist ranked ninety-third on the Qingxuan Squad was split in half by a single strike from Lu Changsheng’s blade.

From afar, it seemed utterly defenseless.

"How is this possible?"

Despite their speed, the remaining four martial artists still failed to save their companion in time.

Furthermore, after Lu Changsheng killed one Divine Power Realm martial artist in a single stroke, the knife light instantly fragmented into four blades.

Faintly visible in the void, amid the cascading knife energy, there appeared to be torrents of an immense ocean wave rushing toward the four.

Ocean Wave Concept!

"Kill!"

At that moment, Lu Changsheng showed no mercy.

The Ocean Wave Concept unfurled, signifying that every strike of Lu Changsheng’s blade was boundless and unrelenting, each growing mightier than the previous.

Even splitting into four blades, its power was earth-shattering.

If they had been ranked within the top fifty of the Divine Power Realm martial artists—perhaps Thousand Cauldron cultivators—they might have been able to withstand it.

But members of the Qingxuan Squad, ranked merely around eighty or ninety, stood no chance at all.

"Splat."

The four streaks of knife light descended, and the four Divine Power Realm martial artists barely mounted a defense, their blood and vitality instantly severed, their bodies pierced mercilessly by the blade light.

Dead!

Just one strike.

Not even a fraction of a breath’s time.

In just an instant, the Qingxuan Squad was obliterated.

The Qingxuan Squad was not weak, and indeed quite formidable.

Lu Changsheng, in truth, hadn’t grown significantly stronger than before.

Over the past year, his physical strength had only increased by forty ding, and his martial concept hadn’t evolved much.

However, Lu Changsheng’s mind had transformed.

That was his greatest metamorphosis.

Now, he carried a confidence that rendered him fearless of anyone.

After slaughtering the Qingxuan Squad, Lu Changsheng earned a staggering five thousand small merits.

He was just five thousand small merits away from obtaining ten thousand, at which point he could exchange for a Divine Power Realm elixir.

"Proceed."

Lu Changsheng selected his next target.

He stuffed five severed heads into a large prepared bundle, his figure flashing as he charged toward the next target.

For an entire day, Lu Changsheng rampaged across the Northern Battlefield, relentlessly hunting squads of Northern Barbarians.

Moreover, each engagement was resolved with extreme efficiency.

Apart from the first encounter with the Qingxuan Squad, Lu Changsheng didn’t encounter any squads ranked within the top hundred of the Divine Power Realm thereafter.

But it didn’t matter.

Within the span of a single day, Lu Changsheng hunted down seven squads, slaying thirty-three Divine Power Realm martial artists!

This was an astounding number.

Especially considering it was accomplished in just one day.

"Looks like I’ve accumulated close to ten thousand small merits."

Lu Changsheng gazed at the dimming sky.

He didn’t continue.

Lu Changsheng wasn’t in a rush.

He believed that after a few days, Heaven Heart would surely hear of his arrival at the Northern Battlefield.

Until then, Lu Changsheng intended to collect some "interest" from the Northern Barbarians.

"Whirl."

Lu Changsheng hefted his massive bundle and returned to Beiling City.

Walking through the streets of Beiling City, many martial artists noticed Lu Changsheng.

Especially the enormous blood-stained bundle on Lu Changsheng’s back, which instantly drew attention.

"Is this Sword12?"

"He left for the Northern Battlefield in the morning and has only just returned. He spent an entire day on the battlefield—it seems his yield was significant."

"The bundle is drenched in blood, with fresh drops still dripping—is that bundle filled with heads of Northern Barbarians?"

"Such a massive bundle, packed to the brim, how many heads could fit in there?"

"At least twenty or thirty, perhaps even more."

Many martial artists were astonished.

Dozens of heads—how was this possible?

After all, many were new arrivals at the Northern Battlefield, unaware of the legendary feats of "Sword12."

Still, their curiosity piqued, and they followed behind Lu Changsheng as he headed toward the martial arts practice building.

They wanted to see for themselves what kind of outcome "Sword12" had achieved after a year’s absence from the Northern Battlefield.

Lu Changsheng paid no heed to their whispers.

He simply carried his bundle, step by step, toward the martial arts practice building.

The area outside the martial arts practice building swarmed with martial artists.

Upon seeing "Sword12" arrive, with such a massive, blood-drenched bundle, everyone immediately guessed its contents.

Without hesitation, they cleared a path.

Lu Changsheng strode directly into the martial arts practice building.

The martial arts practice building had martial artists stationed to receive visitors.

The martial artists’ eyes brightened slightly upon seeing "Sword12."

Indeed, only those stationed at the martial arts practice building truly knew the extent of "Sword12’s" terrifying prowess.

In just one or two months, Sword12 had slain a number of Divine Power Realm martial artists that many could not in ten years.

Thus, the martial artists stationed at the building always treated Sword12 with the utmost respect.

"Mr. Dao."