Translator: AnubisTL
When the heavy gates collapsed under the onslaught of orcs and rebel private soldiers, Jieming was already standing at the villa's entrance.
The orc vanguard, bursting through the broken gates, charged in alongside human soldiers in uniform, their eyes burning with fanatical bloodlust.
Wielding blood-stained axes and scimitars, they assumed this was merely a wealthy merchant's mansion—a plump, easily acquired prize.
Their advance halted momentarily upon seeing Jieming standing calmly in the courtyard, a collective instinct screaming "trap."
But when they detected no magical aura emanating from him, their excitement surged anew.
"Kill them all! Loot everything!" roared the burliest orc, its brown fur bristling and muscles bulging like knotted roots. A massive axe in its hand glinted coldly as it locked onto Jieming's position.
Behind it, seven or eight orc warriors mounted on rampaging warhogs and over a dozen private soldiers swarmed forward, filling the villa's spacious courtyard in an instant.
A flicker of barely concealed disgust crossed Jieming's eyes as he shook his head.
"Truly... never mind. From my position, I have no right to judge you. But from my position, I can't let you take this city so easily."
He moved.
Jieming's speed was so blinding it seemed to tear the air apart. To the invaders' eyes, he instantly blurred into a fleeting afterimage.
Before the foremost orc's massive axe could fall, Jieming had already sidestepped, evading the blade. His right hand, like an iron vise, clamped down on the orc's thick, axe-wielding wrist.
The orc elite warrior's face contorted in terror—not the fear of a formidable opponent, but a disbelief so profound it bordered on horror.
He felt as though the hand gripping his wrist wasn't flesh and bone, but a solid iron chain...
No! With my strength, I could break even an iron chain!
Yet this seemingly effortless grip left him utterly incapable of resistance.
"Impossible..."
Crack!
A bone-chilling snap echoed through the hall.
The orc's wrist twisted at an unnatural angle, the axe flying from his grasp and spinning toward the wall.
The orc howled in agony. Before he could retract his arm, Jieming's left fist shot out like a cannonball, striking the orc's jaw with a muffled thud!
The hulking orc's head snapped back like a straw doll struck by a hammer, his neck emitting a distinct crack.
His pupils dilated abruptly, and his massive body crashed backward onto the floor with a dull thud, falling silent forever.
"Huh?"
Jieming looked at the fallen orc with surprise. He hadn't held back at all in that strike.
How could a mere first-tier creature withstand his punch without his skull exploding?
Even though they're both orcs, the feel of their flesh against my strike is completely different. Could it be due to their different faiths? Jieming repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hand, savoring the sensation of his earlier attack.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The remaining orcs and private soldiers hadn't even seen what happened before their companion lay dead.
Fear, like a cold snake, coiled around their hearts.
"Attack! He's alone!" a private soldier leader screamed hoarsely, trying to rally them.
But before he could finish, Jieming surged forward like a leopard into the crowd.
There were no dazzling displays of magic. Jieming relied on pure physical strength.
He ducked under a sweeping scimitar and swept his right leg out like a whip, striking one orc's knee with precision.
Crack!
The orc knelt on the ground, howling in agony, but Jieming didn't stop. He grabbed the hair on its head with his left hand and yanked it violently, driving a knee into its face with brutal force.
The bridge of its nose collapsed, blood splattering everywhere. The orc convulsed a few times before collapsing limply.
Immediately, a private soldier lunged from the side, his short blade aimed straight at Jieming's ribs.
Jieming twisted slightly, letting the blade scrape harmlessly across his leather armor with a grating screech.
Simultaneously, he shot out his hand, seizing the soldier's wrist. With a twist like a corkscrew, he violently twisted it outward.
"Ah!" The soldier screamed in agony.
His wrist bent at an unnatural angle, and the short blade clattered to the ground.
Jieming's eyes were cold, devoid of mercy. He kicked the soldier in the chest, sending his body flying like a rag doll. The man slammed against the wall and slid down, his chest visibly caving inward.
The cramped courtyard had become Jieming's stage.
Each of his strikes was accompanied by the sickening crunch of bone and the desperate screams of his victims.
Though his movements seemed simple, they contained astonishing efficiency and power. Every contact meant death.
Despite lacking formal combat training, Jieming moved through the battlefield like a ghost, his transcendent reflexes and raw strength making him unstoppable.
"Monster! He's a monster!" Several human soldiers were utterly terrified.
The humans let out terrified howls, desperately trying to flee.
The orcs, however, reacted in the opposite way, their fighting spirit flaring up even more intensely in the face of a formidable enemy like Jieming.
"Kill! Follow me and kill him!"
One group tried to escape, while the other tried to press forward, resulting in a chaotic bottleneck at the entrance.
"You won't escape," Jieming's calm voice whispered like death's murmur.
He leaped into the air, his toes lightly tapping on a soldier's head as he soared upward, landing on the back of a rampaging warhog attempting to turn and flee.
The warhog let out an enraged roar, trying to shake him off.
Yet Jieming's arms clung like roots, his grip unyielding on the creature's mane.
With a sudden twist, he channeled all his strength into his knee, slamming it into the warhog's cervical vertebra.
Crack!
The massive warhog stiffened for a moment, then let out a reluctant grunt before collapsing to the ground in a heap.
Its hooves twitched twice before going still.
The orc rider on its back was flung forward by the sudden inertia. Before he could land, Jieming's lightning-fast hand shot out, seizing his ankle. With a swift swing, he hurled the man like a sandbag at another orc charging forward.
Bang!
Two orcs collided heavily, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds as they fell, unable to rise.
In less than two minutes, the once boisterous hall had transformed into a slaughterhouse.
Dozens of orc and human soldier corpses lay strewn across the blood-soaked floor, the air thick with the stench of blood and the fetid odor of death.
Yet Jieming's breathing remained steady, not a drop of blood staining his clothes.
He calmly walked out of the courtyard into the garden outside the villa.
In the garden, more orc warriors, alerted by the commotion, were attempting to scale the walls or flood through the breached side gate.
Their torches illuminated the night sky, casting Jieming's figure in the glow—a silhouette that seemed to have emerged from the depths of hell itself.
"You've come too," Jieming said, his voice flat as his gaze swept over the savage, greedy orcs.
"Human! You think you can stop us?!" roared an exceptionally tall orc officer, wielding a massive warhammer. Behind him followed dozens of elite orc warriors and several hulking wild boar knights.
Jieming didn't reply. Instead, he gave them a dismissive glance. "Where are the shamans?"
Jieming had temporarily given up on studying the Divine Power Faith Network, but shamans seemed like promising research subjects.
Unfortunately, this orc invasion didn't include any shamans.
"That makes sense," Jieming shook his head, his voice filled with disappointment. "Magic-users like shamans probably wouldn't have entered the city in the first place."
"Never mind. Your commander looks strong enough to serve as an experimental subject. As for you..." Jieming shook his head at the orc officer. "Too weak."
"Kill him!" The orc officer roared in fury, brandishing his warhammer and charging forward.
The orc warriors behind him erupted in earth-shaking roars, their heavy boots pounding the ground as they surged toward Jieming.
Jieming tapped his toes lightly, his body instantly soaring into the air. Before the orc officer could fully react, Jieming had already materialized above its head like a phantom.
"Too slow."
He brought his leg down in a devastating downward kick, the force of the strike carrying the weight of a thousand pounds as it aimed straight for the orc officer's skull.
The orc officer instinctively raised his warhammer to block, but he had underestimated the terrifying physical power of Jieming's body.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the warhammer instantly bent, and the orc officer's massive body shuddered violently. Its legs sank into the ground, and the bones at its knees shattered with a sickening crunch.
Its eyes were filled with disbelief, agony, and terror.
Jieming landed, giving the creature no chance to recover.
His right hand shot out like lightning, seizing the orc officer's head and twisting it sharply to the side.
Crack!
Another crisp, fatal crack echoed as the orc officer's hulking frame swayed briefly before crashing to the ground, its warhammer rolling away.
Its eyes were wide open in death, staring blankly at the sky.
The instant elimination of their leader shattered the orcs' psychological defenses.
Their once-frenzied charge came to a halt, their eyes now filled with fear and hesitation.
"He killed the captain!"
"Run!"
Panic began to spread through the orc ranks.
But Jieming would not allow them to escape.
Blood splattered across the garden, limbs flew through the air, and wails of agony rose in a chorus.
Those who tried to flee rarely got more than a few steps before Jieming caught up and struck them down with a single, fatal blow.
Not a single one survived. His figure blurred in the darkness, yet he was as omnipresent as the god of death.
When Jieming snapped the neck of the last orc in a desperate struggle, and it fell lifeless to the ground, not a single invader remained alive within or outside the villa.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, strangely balanced with the fragrance of earth and flowers.
Jieming stood expressionless amidst the carnage, his robes spotless, his eyes calm as still water.
He gazed into the distance. Golden Harbor still blazed with fire, explosions echoing in the distance, but this area had been cleansed by his hand.
Further away, sensing the shift in the area, a steady stream of orcs continued to converge on this location.
"Let's hope there are some experimental subjects that can surprise me."
(End of the Chapter)
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