Chapter 272: Fighting Violence with Violence

Chapter 272: Suppressing Violence with Violence

Clang!

The Embroidered Spring Blade, sweeping in with the wind and rain, cleaved the shield, producing a thunderous clang that nearly deafened the ears.

Two figures touched and separated at once, each flung toward the ends of the carriage.

Li Jun crouched low, his gauntleted fingers plunging into the floorboards, tearing out a gouge—short but deep enough to mark the earth.

Whirrr.

The plates on his legs began to open and close rhythmically, like a beast shaking its scales. Amid the blood-pounding mechanical whir, turbulent gusts erupted from his legs, propelling his form once more.

The Embroidered Spring Blade moved with him, its splashing light dragging the pale moonlight into the compartment.

"Die!!!"

Mawang Ye’s fury at Mo Chi’s betrayal of Ming Gui boiled over.

No trace remained of his former recklessness; his red eyes blazed with a roar of bone-deep hatred, and his Mo Armor Power surged to its absolute peak.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Muffled drumbeats exploded in Li Jun’s ears, striking the blood and ferocity within his bones!

The ancient zither-like resonance of killing intent ignited his very marrow, boiling over the heavens!

His eyes reddened, and the blade-light quickened!

Staring at the oncoming figure, Mo Chi clenched his teeth, raising his shield to block.

Thud!

The mountain-splitting long blade slammed into the jet-black shield, its chilling edge sparking molten fire!

Mo Chi felt as though struck by a charging war chariot; his arm muscles and tendons cracked under the strain, his stance crumbling as he stumbled backward.

At that moment, the red doors at both ends of the carriage exploded into splinters, and countless figures surged in, rushing toward Li Jun.

These were the trusted commanders of the Mo Family forces, fleeing with Mo Chi!

"Old Li!"

"Don’t worry, he won’t escape."

Li Jun flicked his left hand, catching the injector taken from Zhang Man’s cargo and plunging it into his neck.

[Eat Dragon and Tiger (Sixth Grade Technique) Completed]

[Consumed 300 Mastery Points; Eat Dragon and Tiger Elevated to Sixth Grade Perfection]

[Remaining Mastery Points: 194]

The dragon dwells in the Palace of the Void, symbolizing the liver. The tiger occupies the Kan position, embodying the lung’s form.

By consuming liver energy and lung essence, one gains the power of the dragon and tiger!

Li Jun inhaled deeply the air thick with burnt and sulfuric odors, his breath resembling a gaseous dragon. His already robust frame grew more imposing, a tyrannical aura spreading through the compartment.

"Through strategy and tactics, the strong shall weaken the weak!"

"Baihui, Qihai, Guanyuan—open the acupoints!"

"Mechanical Heart, Overclock!"

With the Mo Family forces’ military formations as vanguard, and the mutual support of Zongheng and the peasant militia, wielding the family’s refined firearms,

For a moment, flesh and mechanical heart resonated, esoteric arts and bullets flew in unison!

At the heart of the maelstrom, Li Jun swept his blade, only to see nothing but common folk and rabble!

"The warrior ends the blade; suppress violence with violence."

Li Jun’s lips curved slightly, a faint smile playing on them. "So this is the feeling."

Before the words faded, his figure vanished.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The sound of blades rending flesh rang out incessantly, shattered corpses crashing through the carriage into the raging tide.

"Mechanical Heart Overclock, Holding the Nation’s Heavenly King!"

A soldier of the Seventh Rank roared, his transforming mechanical body tearing through his clothes and skin. Humanity faded from his eyes as his form expanded, replaced by a cold, indifferent divinity.

Taking machinery as his form, he mimicked the divine.

He strode forward, his comrades blocking his path flung aside by sheer force, the damaged compartment roof ripped open by his hand and swung at the charging figure.

Clang!

The thick roof of the *Rangyi* was split open; the residual force of the Embroidered Spring Blade, whipping up gusts, slashed ahead.

Only when the gale struck did the lieutenant of the Seventh Rank regain his senses, hastily crossing his arms to parry.

Clang!

A blade fell, two thick mechanical arms flying into the air, their ivory-like synthetic blood spurting from the hollows of their bones.

The mighty form of the Holding the Nation’s Heavenly King collapsed like a collapsing golden mountain and jade pillar.

Pfft!

Before his trembling lips could utter a plea, a blade edge had already pierced his chest, exiting through his back!

[Gained 30 Mastery Points]

Li Jun ignored the tiny black text flashing before him, his toes twitching as he charged skyward.

On a distant rooftop, Mo Chi, clad in armor, was fleeing desperately.

Once a master strategist, he had become a craven wretch, fleeing like a cornered rat.

The cold night rain struck his face, dousing his ambition and fighting spirit.

After just two blades, he understood the chasm between himself and Li Jun.

Though both were Sixth Rank, the Mo Family’s knight-errant stood no chance against the Wu Family’s brute.

Moreover, since taking command of the Mo Family forces, Mo Chi had not faced an opponent in years. Now, he prayed his trusted men could buy enough time for him to escape.

"Shan Jun, the equipment depot on the *Rangyi*—where is it? If we can seize the Yichang Si’s Ehlu Flying Boat..."

Before he finished, a urgent voice echoed in the azure mechanical eye: "Watch your back!"

Mo Chi startled, twisting his fleeing body to raise the mechanical shield before his chest.

Thud!

Li Jun’s fist slammed into the shield, its bone-cracking force cascading along his knuckles. The shield, already cracked by the Embroidered Spring Blade, shattered into a rain of iron fragments.

Mo Chi’s face turned ashen, his eyes wild with fury, his arms flashing out two short blades aimed at Li Jun’s skull.

To Li Jun, the counterattack was laughably weak. He did not draw the Embroidered Spring Blade on his back but lifted his arms to block with his gauntlets.

He seized the incoming blade’s momentum, then advanced with a knee strike, ramming Mo Chi’s abdomen with brutal force.

Though protected by armor, the immense power sent Mo Chi into violent spasms of pain, a mouthful of crimson blood spilling forth involuntarily.

He sprang back from the impact, two pitch-black gun barrels just emerging, before the gunfire could erupt, they were snapped by Li Jun's hand.

Ma Wang Ye followed closely, two sharp blades extended from his waist, thrust out fiercely.

Clang!

Blade light flashed, yet only two shallow white marks appeared on Shan Jun's body, while Ma Wang Ye's blades were bent by the impact.

The two sets of Mo armor between Ma Wang Ye and Shan Jun differed by two full grades. With his Mo armor's strength, he couldn't harm the other.

But at this moment, Li Jun, who had activated the explosive sixth-grade martial art, was enough to crush both man and armor even without Ma Wang Ye's enhancement!

A fight is not just about the sharpness of the blade in hand, but more about whether the wielder is fierce enough.

Bang!

Li Jun's double fists slammed into Mo Ke's shoulders, causing his figure to collapse downward. Before Mo Ke could recover from the dizziness, Li Jun's right foot rushed in and kicked his chest, amid the strange sounds of twisted steel and broken ribs, the shattered armor pieces were driven back into his flesh.

The intense pain made Mo Ke let out a painful low growl, struggling to break free from Li Jun's grasp, but Li Jun directly twisted and broke both of his arm bones.

Ah!!!

Mo Ke howled in pain, staggered backward.

Old Ma, it's up to you now.

Li Jun didn't directly kill Mo Ke, but temporarily handed over control to Ma Wang Ye, choosing to let himself observe.

No words needed, the meaning was clear.

The single red eye in the helmet blazed, stepped forward, lifted his foot and stepped on Mo Ke's knees.

Crack!

White bone fragments pierced out from the flesh, Mo Ke could no longer stand, collapsed to his knees.

Shan Jun, you dare betray me!

At this moment, the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental shock.

Without Li Jun's control, Ma Wang Ye's move couldn't break Mo Ke's legs protected by armor.

But at the moment Ma Wang Ye lifted his foot, the armor on Mo Ke's legs suddenly contracted on their own, exposing his body directly.

Not only that, the Mo armor that was once as light as down now felt like a thousand catties of weight on his shoulders!

Mo Ke's head hung low, on his twisted, ferocious face, a pair of bloodshot eyes fixed on the Yulan mechanical eye on his chest.

Do you think selling me out will let them live?

Sir, I don't want to lose the fine clothes before me, I have to try it, don't I.

As the words ended, the mechanical eye slowly closed.