Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

The distant rustling of footsteps approached, and Meng Yu took a deep breath as he surveyed his surroundings once more.

This factory was the battleground he had prepared for the final fight, and now the time was nearly upon him.

Over a month of battling, life-and-death struggles, had matured him greatly, and his swordsmanship had advanced by leaps and bounds.

As for the spoils.

After accounting for previous losses, he had twelve intact sets of soft armor, six sets of metal armor, various types of breastplates including neck protectors and so on, thirty-one first-grade weapons such as swords, knives, spears, and even shields, seven storage rings filled with all sorts of alchemical elixirs, cultivation items, as well as insights into martial training from various individuals.

To kill and to set fires was the way to the gold belt, it was as simple as that.

The sound of rustling came from afar, and the early warning formations that had been set up suddenly lit up.

Captain Luo's team had come again.

In the Martial World of Great Wu, after the appearance of a martial myth, various sects and noble families had fallen over themselves to submit, for a simple reason: although a martial myth could be swarmed by sheer numbers, that was based on the premise that they were willing to engage in direct combat and not flee. Otherwise, your five hundred might overwhelm one, but why would that one plunge into your midst?

It was always easier for one person to flee than for five hundred to advance in formation.

The time had come for the decisive battle.

This time, Meng Yu would face three hundred men.

In fact, Meng Yu could have fled, but now he felt there was no need.

Sometimes, you have to show your strongest side to let people know you're a copper pea, not a chicken egg!

Bring it on, come on!

Array Plates were activated one by one, forming barriers of light across the paths, and at the same time, the wind brought various messages of the enemy troops drawing near.

Ten men in a group, stretching out in lines to form nets with the sole target being Meng Yu. Their calculations were clear: as long as they could hold Meng Yu for a moment, the surrounding forces would then swarm in. The ten-man battle array would become a hundred, and with each addition, no matter how good or strong Meng Yu's swordsmanship was, he was sure to die!

"Meng Yu, don't overexert yourself, surrender now, and the Immortal Sect will treat you fairly, we..."

Captain Luo's voice echoed throughout the base, each team equipped with devices for communication. If they found Meng Yu, they would be able to swarm him.

Just then, Captain Luo suddenly felt a fluctuation—that was Spiritual Power. Someone was harnessing Spiritual Power, and in the next moment, an Explosive Talisman under a nearby gas storage tank exploded!

Simultaneously, Explosive Talismans went off in various locations, igniting oil tanks and chemical warehouses into flames and explosions!

Humans could defeat tigers and lions not through brute force but with their brains and tools.

Flames surged into the sky as the burning oil became rivers of fire. Repeated explosions overturned everything around, and Meng Yu moved through the flames.

The Fire Crow Sword Technique combined with the Burning Body Technique allowed him a certain degree of immunity to the heat of the flames, while the Sword Intent of the Wind directed the course of the fire.

I said I could take on a thousand!

"Fire-Avoidance Talisman!"

"Divine Fire Cover!"

"Water Dragon Mirror!"

Captain Luo's men, of course, were prepared for such events; their ranks included not only fighters but also Talisman Spell Masters who had prepared in advance.

But what of it?

A powerful Divine Sense spread outwards, and in the wind, a fiery phoenix soared into the sky. Waves of heat like molten lava surged toward the enemy, and groups of soldiers were instantaneously reduced to ashes and smoke!

"Block him!"

With a swing of his sword, Captain Luo extinguished the flames and the river of fire before him, leading his squad in a charge toward Meng Yu!

He understood, as did his companions, that squads were charging toward Meng Yu, intending only to block him for a moment. The intense heat caused their hair and clothing to ignite, but they fearlessly threw themselves forward.

To win, just to win!

We're all Qi Refinement Practitioners, what is there to fear?

With one swing of his sword, six Qi Refinement Practitioners fell to the ground, but even more rushed forward. The Sword Control Technique moved like a dragon through the Sword Array, yet more enemies surrounded them. Flames rose, the air whirled violently, forming a tornado that swept everything away, but Captain Luo and his team were still fearlessly fierce!

They were warriors experienced in battle, and although Meng Yu's swordsmanship was clever, he now had to consume a great deal of True Qi. In a life-for-life struggle, with several people attacking him together, Meng Yu's True Qi was rapidly depleting, to the extent that one could see he had reached the point of exchanging wounds for wounds!

We can win!

Everyone thought so, and Captain Luo even saw with joy that a team of ten had blocked Meng Yu's path. This time, he would no longer be able to break through the Sword Array with a single stroke—yes, they could win!

One after another, people charged at Meng Yu. More and more formed a Sword Array. Although the flames burnt fiercely and the whirlwind roared, at this moment, victory was within sight.

As long as they could hold Meng Yu back, they would be able to capture him. And then, the next moment, Meng Yu disappeared from everyone's sight.

...

In Great Wu.

Liu Qingshuang sat with her legs crossed outside the Quiet Room, paying close attention to the activity inside.

The day before yesterday, just before Meng Yu entered the Quiet Room, he had prepared various medicinal herbs and talismans inside and told her that if he appeared inside unconscious or in a similar state, she would need to rescue him.

As Meng Yu's trusted confidant, Liu Qingshuang knew some of his secrets, such as how, every half a month or month, Meng Yu had her guard the door of the Quiet Room just in case.

She didn't know what could happen inside the Quiet Room, nor did she know what exactly Meng Yu was hiding. She certainly wouldn't ask; her role was to wholeheartedly protect Meng Yu, even if it meant taking her own life without hesitation.

She owed him a debt of gratitude so profound that only laying down her life could repay it.

Suddenly, an unusual noise came from the Quiet Room, and she asked softly,

"My lord, are you all right?"

...

"I'm fine, you don't need to come in."

Meng Yu, covered in wounds, lay in the Quiet Room.

"Indeed, one against three hundred, even with advance preparation, is unsurmountable."
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Meng Yu lay sprawled on the ground, feeling the fiery pain all over his body. Those damned enemies had struck hard, not only breaking through his Fine Gold Breastplate and the protection of three layers of Gold Thread Silkworm Soft Armor but also exhausting all of his Protection Charms, leaving him no chance to retrieve new ones.

Several streams of True Qi wreaked havoc inside his body, blood trickled down, a rib was broken, the forearm of his left hand was dislocated, and one of his legs was twisted out of shape!

Even with the formidable "Burning Body Technique," some injuries would still leave marks!

Yes, one against three hundred, even with a home-field advantage or an ambush, it was dangerous, and there was absolutely no chance of winning.

But the light still sparkled in Meng Yu's eyes.

He had Liu Qingshuang wait outside the door for fear of facing a truly dire situation, such as one where he was gravely injured, only half-alive, or even unconscious. But for now, he could still hold on!

"You continue to stand guard outside; I'm all right."

He got up, stripped off the damaged soft armor, expelled the stagnated blood, and after applying medicine to his wounds and starting the healing process, he used True Qi to map out the positions, combat strengths, and even the specific features of the enemies' swordsmanship.

The moment he returned, he remembered all the intelligence he had gathered.

"Very good, you're very strong, but I can win!"

He sat down cross-legged, using talismans and taking Alchemical Elixirs to replenish his Qi and recover. After an hour, he brought his body to a sub-optimal state. Dressed in new layers of Gold Thread Silkworm Soft Armor and wearing Plate Armor on his chest and back, and draped in his tattered, bloodstained coat, he began to travel through once more.

The halftime break had ended; it was time to continue the fight.

The enemy was knocking at the door, the enemy was attacking, and the enemy was exceedingly strong. He fought desperately, got hurt, bled—his enemies saw the dawn of victory! But he could revive on the spot with full health. Now, it was his turn to knock, his turn to attack!

Come on, let's battle!