Immortals and Demons Forever

Chapter 47: Settling the Score

“Leave not a single one alive!” Erhu said, then leaped toward Su Mu. “Kill!” Su Mu roared. Both men charged forward almost simultaneously. Erhu had no weapon in his hands; he relied solely on his iron fists to wreak havoc. Bam! Their fists collided. Erhu could feel the force behind his opponent’s fist—it was so immense it seemed almost unreal. It was already extremely difficult for him to hold his ground. Su Mu’s Fierce Elephant Fist Style was already powerful and heavy, capable of generating a thousand jin of force, but after refining his body with heavy sand, he had broken through yet again—now, like the Falling Sand Palm, he could reach ten thousand jin of force! “You’re too weak!” Crack! Erhu’s knuckles shattered into powder, and immediately afterward, his arm bones snapped! Su Mu’s fist surged forward, slamming into Erhu’s chest with a thunderous boom, shattering an unknown number of ribs. He spat blood and was sent flying, but Su Mu’s attack wasn’t over yet. He pushed off with both feet and gave chase, leaping into the air to deliver a kick to Erhu’s head, sending his entire body crashing into the ground. It was a perfect combo. That kick was the Soaring Cloud Kick, which allowed him to jump very high. Boom! Erhu crashed into a large boulder, shattering it instantly. His body lay on the ground in a contorted position, barely clinging to life. Erhu was taken out in a single round?! Tang Kuan’s hands and feet went cold, and his whole body trembled. What on earth was going on? Su Mu shouldn’t have much strength left by now—the Soft Tendons Powder is supposed to leave people weak and powerless. Why didn’t it have any effect on Su Mu at all? A blood-curdling scream from nearby snapped him back to reality. Tang Kuan looked up and saw that not only had the Muscle-Weakening Powder had no effect on Su Mu—it hadn’t worked on the other three either! Zhong Da had gone berserk, venting all the pent-up frustration he’d been bottling up over the years, raging like a ferocious tiger. Chen Li was no pushover either; his Soul-Opening Realm strength placed him among the top outer-sect disciples here. Black Hand was the weakest of the four, but he still possessed upper-middle Postnatal Realm strength. “Can’t figure it out? The reason is simple: Guo Yan is my man, and this trap was set by your own hands—though I was the one calling the shots.” At that moment, Su Mu had a man by the throat; with a forceful twist of his wrist, he snapped the man’s neck. He casually tossed the corpse to the ground and strode toward Tang Kuan. “Y-you… don’t come any closer!” “You never imagined it would come to this, did you? When you whipped Old Hei to death, you never could have imagined this day.” “H-how did you know…” “Oh, Sun Datou told me. He’s already turned against you—didn’t see that coming, did you?” “That’s impossible!” “Nothing is impossible. Now go join Lao Hei in death.” Tang Kuan was so terrified he turned and ran. Su Mu lunged forward, swinging the stick in his hand with all his might! Crack! The stick snapped, and Tang Kuan’s head exploded! After taking care of those two, Su Mu immediately turned to help his companions. These troublemakers had been following Erhu’s lead; now that their ringleader was dead, they lost all courage to continue fighting and instantly collapsed, fleeing in panic. Su Mu wasn’t a bloodthirsty man, but these witnesses absolutely could not be allowed to live. The four of them gave chase, mowing them down as easily as cutting through vegetables. Just then, another riot broke out outside. There were just as many people in the heavy industry zone as there were thugs in the Supervision Team. With so many dead, those with serious injuries turned and ran, while others sought places to hide. Song Dachui had arrived! His sheer intimidating presence was overwhelming; swinging his broadsword, he cut down seven or eight men in one go, instantly boosting morale. As he charged forward, his mind was still preoccupied with Erhu’s safety, and he finally burst into the demon beast’s lair. Su Mu, hearing the commotion outside, was just about to go out to help when he ran right into Song Dachui and Sun Datou as they were entering. When Song Dachui saw the more than ten corpses lying on the ground, his eyes immediately turned red. “Su Mu, right here—do you dare fight me to the death? Just the two of us!” “Sure, that’s exactly what I had in mind.” Su Mu said to the three men beside him, “You three go out and help. Leave this to me.” “Mu Ge, be careful.” Song Dachui also ordered, “Sun Datou, no matter how the situation unfolds, just watch from the sidelines and don’t interfere. Do you hear me?” “Yes!” Sun Datou, of course, didn’t want to leave; he wouldn’t rest easy until he saw Song Dachui die with his own eyes. If the two of them ended up mutually destroying each other, he could reap the benefits by taking them both out. If Zhong Da and the others asked questions, he’d just say they’d killed each other. With all sorts of schemes running through his mind, a scenario where both were left crippled was undoubtedly the best outcome. Su Mu picked up an iron hammer from the ground. Their eyes locked—one filled with fury, the other with indifference. “My biggest mistake was taking your background too seriously. I should have taken you out right from the start!” “It’s not too late now—but I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes.” “You killed my brother—blood for blood!” Song Dachui charged forward, his broadsword cutting through the air with a whistling sound. Su Mu swung his hammer to meet the attack. With a clang, both men were knocked back two steps. Song Dachui truly lived up to his reputation as the leader of the outer-sect disciples here; that single swing of his broadsword was so powerful that even Su Mu struggled to block it. Had he not undergone the Heavy Sand Body Tempering training, that single blow would have left him lying on the ground. Song Dachui’s attacks were simple and unadorned, yet each strike carried the force to split a mountain. Su Mu met them head-on, countering brute force with brute force. On the surface, it seemed Song Dachui held a slight advantage, but in reality, a storm was raging within Su Mu’s mind. Very few opponents could withstand even three of his strikes, so he saw no need to cultivate any specific sword techniques—these three signature moves were more than enough. Consequently, aside from cultivating strength and speed, he paid little attention to learning specific techniques. His first strike would force the opponent back; the second would shatter their blade; and the third would finish them off. Even if someone managed to survive these three strikes, with three more strikes, his opponent would either flee, surrender, or be knocked out—yet Su Mu had already parried ten moves in the blink of an eye! Su Mu’s physique was extraordinary; though he was initially shaken to the point of his qi and blood churning, by the fifth strike he had fully adapted. Moreover, as the pressure gradually intensified, a faint layer of black mist began to rise from within him, constantly coiling around the iron hammer. Song Dachui’s blade was handcrafted by a master blacksmith—a One-Star Patterned Blade—whose sole characteristic was its sharpness, giving him a significant advantage in weaponry. In contrast, the tool Su Mu held was a digging implement—not even half a star, the most ordinary of ordinary tools, the kind used by miners. So with every clash, the blade sliced into the hammerhead, giving him a decisive edge. As the black mist surged forth, Su Mu could clearly feel the hardness of this ordinary iron hammer rapidly increasing. Boom! Sparks flew on Mars. This time, Song Dachui was shaken so hard that he stumbled backward repeatedly. “Are you already out of energy? Has some woman drained you dry?” Su Mu sneered. “Go to hell!” “Come on, then!” Bang! Three more clashes followed. With a crack, a crack appeared in Song Dachui’s Steel-Patterned Blade. He retreated one step with each strike, backing up three steps in a row. “You’re nothing special after all!” Su Mu burst into laughter, his iron hammer growing even stronger! He leaped into the air, gripped the hammer with both hands, and swung it down with all his might, channeling his entire body’s strength into the blow. Crash! The Steel-Patterned Sword snapped into three pieces under the blow, clanging and clattering as the fragments flew off, while the hammerhead came crashing down onto Song Dachui’s chest. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying sideways.