Apex War God

Cellblock 7:

Densely populated with prisoners, the rocky terrain in this cellblock was that of dangerously steep mountains, overgrown with weeds.

At the entrance, a young man holding a crowbar was under siege from a group of prisoners. It was a tumultuous scene, indeed.

“Finish off this fellow! Do not let him live to see another day in cellblock 7!”

“If we do not get rid of this menace today, our cellblock will be the joke of the other cellblocks!”

“Damn, he’s too fierce! We can’t stop him!”

“Ah, my hand is br— Broken!”

The prisoners broke out in an uproar and incessant screams, some in outrage and some in fear, but regardless of their emotions, they could not stop the young man.

Faint Profound Energy emanated from the young man like armor as thin as a cicada’s wings, forming a natural defense and blocking the damage from the onslaught.

Warriors could cover their bodies with Profound Energy, but this young man wore his Profound Energy like a cicada shell—an indication that he was close to achieving Profound Armor, an ability unique to Consummate Grade Warriors.

This young man did not look a day older than sixteen yet possessed such terrifying power.

In fact, he was only a Medial Grade Warrior.

Like a ferocious tiger, the young man grew fiercer with each strike, streaks of lights bursting from his crowbar as he fought. No one could get within three meters of him, as he was moving with a rampant momentum, sweeping in all directions.

“Come on, in the eyes of this viscount, you are nothing more than little farm animals!” The blood in Yang Wu’s body rushed like a raging river, and his battle hunger surged within him. He threw himself into battle, enjoying the feeling of liberation.

“You little ugly things, how dare you show such insolence before this viscount? Lie down in defeat!”

“Hurry up! Call that Black Ape of yours to come and surrender to me, and I may spare his life. If not, your fate will be his fate!”

Blood splattered everywhere. Profound Energy swept through the air, creating an extremely domineering aura.

In Yang Wu’s current tempestuous state, he was truly mighty—like a war god.

Now, the thousands of pores of his peach-pit dantian emitted a constant multi-colored glow, and its Profound Energy seemed inexhaustible. While supplying him with energy, it also repaired the injuries he had sustained in battle. The pain from this process only fanned the young man’s fighting spirit and bloodthirst.

Aside from the mystery of the peach pit, Yang Wu’s energy was also supported by the Supreme Nine Profound Art and Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance. With every step he took, water-attributed Profound Energy gushed from underground into the acupoints of his soles and was instantly absorbed by his dantian. This was the source of his endless supply of energy.

Also, the onrush of energy instantly opened several more acupoints in his body. From the initial fifty-one acupoints already opened, he immediately reached fifty-five. The new acupoints were mainly on his arms, which greatly increased his arm strength, and the force that erupted became much more terrifying.

At the same time, this battle honed his proficiency in the Rainstorm Spear Art. He reached the Accomplished stage for all the moves in one fell swoop and was one step closer to achieving Perfection.

No combat technique could reach Accomplished or Proficient just by practicing. Only in actual combat could the improvement of combat techniques be expedited.

“Trash, get out of the way! I’ll ruin him!” A resonant voice boomed in the distance.

At the sound of this voice, the horde of prisoners scurried off to hide. A man of average height and extremely rotund figure rolled over like a ball. With powerful Profound Energy, he hurled the sledgehammer in his hand at Yang Wu.

No prisoner was allowed to arm themself in the prison, but there was an exception to everything. If the guards approved the weapons, then there would be no problem.

This fat man’s sledgehammer was a sharp weapon commonly used for mining. Plus, he had earned enough brownie points with the jailers, so he could carry it with him.

The fat man had the strength of a Medial Grade Warrior and was one of Black Ape’s eight great guardians. Known as Fatty Dong, he was mighty and domineering.

The Mountain Splitting Hammer Technique had a total of eighteen moves, each move more powerful than the one before. Fatty Dong originally had only two cauldrons of strength, but the Mountain Splitting Hammer Technique could increase his force to two and a half cauldrons. If cultivated to Perfection, it could even raise his strength by one cauldron. This was the importance of combat techniques.

The difference of half a cauldron of strength should not be underestimated. One cauldron of strength was equal to a hundred stones of strength, so half a cauldron of strength was equal to fifty stones of strength. This was enough to crush opponents of the same realm.

Fatty Dong’s hammer strikes moved straightforwardly but could defeat all techniques with brute force. Any fancy tactics would be dust under the power of this hammer.

Fatty Dong knew that the young man in front of him was extraordinarily powerful and that not utilizing his full strength in battle would be seeking death.

Yang Wu could have avoided the sudden attack of the sledgehammer by observing its trajectory clearly, but he didn’t. Instead, he raised his palm to greet it.

“Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike!”

After the acupoints in Yang Wu’s palms opened, the force of the palm strike grew significantly stronger. Light-blue Profound Energy gushed from the Yongquan acupoint to his palm via a minor meridian. His palm met the sledgehammer, and undulating spirals of energy flew toward the sledgehammer.

“Hehe! I will cripple that hand!” Fatty Dong said cockily as if sure that Yang Wu’s hand would be broken.

His hammer weighed 250 kilograms, and the force he had burst out with was enough to crack mountains and rocks.

This was the power of a Medial Grade Warrior, an existence considered elite on the battlefield.

Boom!

A powerful explosion sounded as the sledgehammer and the palm met. The palm did not break; instead, the hammer rebounded after the hit.

The web between Fatty Dong’s thumb and forefinger split open. He wanted to retreat quickly, but it was too late. As if riding the wind and waves, Yang Wu was already closing on him. The young man imprinted his palm on Fatty Dong’s chest, which was fuller than a woman’s.

Thump!

Fatty Dong tasted something metallic in his mouth and vomited blood. His round body hit the rocks like a broken kite crashing, raising a large dust cloud.

The prisoners were all scattered. Only Yang Wu stood head and shoulders above the others in the center, high in spirits.

Some blood had splattered his face, with more on his body. However, most of this blood belonged to others. He emitted a terrifying bloodthirst from head to toe, and no one dared to underestimate the power contained in his seemingly ordinary frame.

Yang Wu glanced at the prisoners around him. Some were standing, some lying down; there were around two hundred people altogether. With an utterly fearless expression, he said indifferently, “You rabble can come seek your deaths. See if you can rely on numbers to take me on!”

Yang Wu was very strong and very wild. These words rippled through the rocks, making the eardrums of many prisoners ache.

Looking at the dozens of people lying on the ground, as well as the disarmed Fatty Dong, they no longer dared to underestimate Yang Wu. They needed someone stronger to put Yang Wu in his place.

Fatty Dong walked over calmly and picked up his sledgehammer. He looked at Yang Wu and said with a smile, “Little Brother, I have to admit that you are strong, even stronger than me, but you are alone, and there are so many of us. It is not difficult for us to fight you, but we’ll let you off the hook since our boss has always cherished talents. As long as you are willing to submit to the Black Ape Gang, I believe our boss can make you one of the guardians. You can walk around cellblock 7 with your head held high, and you won’t need to mine the rocks. You can eat and sleep well every day and accumulate your share of Scarlet Steel Rock. In the future, when the boss leaves this mountain prison to join the army, you can go with him and get rid of your status as a prisoner. What do you think?”

Fatty Dong’s best quality wasn’t his fighting skills but his eloquence. He was the brains of the Black Ape Gang.

Yang Wu smiled brightly and said, “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Indeed. If the boss wanted to leave alone, he would have joined the army long ago. He plans to bring a few of us guardians with him, so he needs to accumulate more Scarlet Steel Rock. That’s why he has been stuck here. As you can see, he is a loyal man. If you seek refuge with him, it will be much better than slaving in the mines all day,” Fatty Dong said again.

Yang Wu pinched the bridge of his nose in thought and replied, “There’s just one thing I don’t understand. Why should I seek refuge with him instead of you seeking refuge with me? This viscount is young and promising, and handsome to boot. Compared to your Black Ape boss, I am much more appealing, aren’t I?”

Yang Wu’s words angered the crowd.

“Do you really think you can take over cellblock 7 with your current abilities?” Fatty Dong asked with a glum look.

“Maybe, maybe not!” Yang Wu responded.

Despite his response, he was actually already using the Supreme Nine Profound Art and Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance to absorb water-attributed Profound Energy from underground, replenishing and strengthening himself. It felt as if he could break through multiple acupoints at any time. That feeling of steadily increasing his strength was indeed wonderful.

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“Fatty Dong, stop talking nonsense with him! Let me dig out his heart and see how it tastes!” Before Fatty Dong could answer, a feminine voice came from behind him.

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