Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 163 - 111: Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey! F

Gu Sheng watched as figures sprinted toward him, a cold, sinister smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

After activating the First-level Strong Body state.

He felt an overwhelming surge of power, an uncontrollable urge to unleash it.

Since advancing to the Blood Refining Realm Great Success, his strength had increased once more. In Strong Body state, he was even more ferocious.

"Die!"

He roared in his heart as he swung his massive axe horizontally, cleaving toward the leading gang mber with frightening force. In an instant, that man was sliced cleanly in two. The axe, still carrying montum, swept toward another gang mber.

Splat.

The second gang mber t the sa grisly fate. Four pieces of mangled corpses hit the ground, spraying blood and viscera everywhere, splattering onto faces, shocking the crowd to their core.

They had always heard rumors of the butcher’s brutality, but facing him in person was a far worse reality.

This wasn’t just brutality—it was a machine made for slaughter!

Gu Sheng wouldn’t grant them ti to breathe. His Flying Thunder Leg flickered—after perfecting the technique, his speed had reached its peak. Even while wielding a hundred-pound heavy axe, his agility far exceeded their imagination.

A single kick.

Unleashing devastating power, his kick collapsed the chest of a sword-wielding gang mber charging at him. Bones pierced through internal organs, ensuring there was no way he could survive.

Gu Sheng used the montum to retreat mid-air.

His axe swept in a swift arc, deflecting Han Lu’s teor Hamr before landing a crushing blow. Another gang mber was neatly cleaved in two—even the steel blade he held was severed, leaving two equal halves of man and weapon sprawled lifelessly on the ground.

In re monts of confrontation.

Four gang mbers lay dead, each one eting a grueso end without an intact body. The remaining dozen gang mbers were stricken by fear.

Their gazes toward Gu Sheng began to shift, now carrying traces of terror.

Han Lu roared in fury.

"Damn it!"

His entire body surged with vital energy, a thick, blood-colored mist enveloped him, even denser than that of Poison Bee Guest Lian Xubai. His teor Hamr whistled through the air with a deafening wind, its weight akin to massive stones crushing down.

Gu Sheng didn’t flinch.

His hand tightened around the colossal axe, muscles bulging on his arms.

Then, he swung down viciously.

Clang!!

The deafening clash between the heavy axe and teor Hamr was piercing to the ear. Han Lu’s expression changed drastically. The hamr, which had previously surged forth with unstoppable power, was sent flying backward, hurtling toward his own face at even greater speed. In sheer strength, Han Lu was no match for Gu Sheng—he was thoroughly crushed.

Gu Sheng sneered coldly, allowing his Flying Thunder Leg to propel him forward, aiming to press the attack.

"Block him! Now!"

A group of gang mbers gritted their teeth and placed themselves in front of Han Lu. Gu Sheng’s gaze remained icy. One horizontal swing of his axe reduced two of them to blood-soaked halves, shattered bones exposed.

These Martial Artists at the Refining Skin Realm, whether their skin was steel-hardened or jade-polished, were no different from ordinary n before Gu Sheng’s current strength. Each one was killed instantly.

Finally, soone could no longer suppress their terror—he began backing away.

Han Lu desperately tried to rally morale.

"All together! Kill him, and you’ll receive a reward of two hundred silver coins!"

He knew running would only result in quicker death. Wielding his teor Hamr, he charged furiously at Gu Sheng, though it was completely futile. The gap in their abilities was insurmountable.

Gu Sheng didn’t even need to fully unleash his vital energy; he could crush him without effort.

Though both relied on heavy weapons, Gu Sheng’s strength was leagues above him.

With the combined force of First-level Strong Body and First-level Tearing enhancents, every swing of Gu Sheng’s axe was unimaginably devastating. Han Lu’s arms trembled, and blood seeped from multiple parts of his body.

The gang mbers around him dwindled rapidly.

Until none remained. The ground was littered with corpses and severed limbs, blood and organs spread everywhere, the stench of death hanging in the air like a scene straight from hell—a ghastly slaughter.

"Butcher... By doing this, you’re stirring up trouble between my boss and the magistrate!"

Han Lu was in a dire state.

Relying on the desperate efforts of his gang mbers earlier, he had barely survived. Now that he was alone, Gu Sheng only needed a few exchanges to nearly cleave him in two. Han Lu had firsthand experience with the butcher’s ruthless ferocity.

Gu Sheng said nothing, continuing his savage assault.

Whoosh!

The sound of the massive axe tearing through the air made one’s scalp crawl. Han Lu’s pupils dilated in shock as he saw a flash of snowy white axe light fill his vision before plunging into darkness.

Thud.

A headless corpse collapsed to the ground, the severed head rolling a distance before coming to rest against another lifeless body.

Thus fell the mighty Black Sand Gang’s deputy leader.

In truth, Gu Sheng bore no personal grudge against Han Lu. Yet due to Li Yu’s matters, they were indirectly connected—he had once promised Du Jiangbo that if he couldn’t survive in Canghe County, then one day after attaining great power, he would kill Han Lu for revenge.

Now, this promise was fulfilled.

Gu Sheng chuckled coldly, muttering to himself:

"Fool. Can’t even understand why I’m here? You think the magistrate fears a re Black Sand Gang?"

Exhaling lightly.

He silently began scavenging among the remains of the corpses.

A short while later.

Gu Sheng hefted his blood-dripping axe and slowly departed.

Who knows how long had passed when, amidst the sea of carnage, a figure staggered to his feet—it was the gang mber whose chest had been collapsed by Gu Sheng’s kick.

Though in a near-death state, as though he might perish at any mont, he shockingly still clung to a flicker of life. Looking at the blood-soaked devastation around him, he let out a bitter laugh.

His eyes burned with unrelenting hatred:

"Butcher... Liu Yuanhu... I have to go back and tell the gang leader about this!"

Glancing sorrowfully at the dismbered corpses around him, he picked up Han Lu’s severed head and staggered off into the distance.

What he didn’t know.

In the shadows, a pair of calm eyes were silently watching everything.

Gu Sheng was always cautious—using Corpse Dissolving Water to erase traces followed by burning the remains would barely put his mind at ease. Leaving behind such a glaring loose end was no accident; it was deliberate.

"Brutal and domineering, fitting the butcher’s reputation."

Looking at the sea of mangled corpses, Gu Sheng’s eyes remained devoid of emotion.

He glanced at the satchel filled with heavy silver coins in his hand, a grin tugging at his lips. This haul was quite satisfying.