Apex War God

The crowbar strike contained Profound Energy and was extremely powerful. Even thick-skinned and heavily built barbarians were no match for it. Once they were hit, their skins burst open, and their flesh hung in shreds, bleeding profusely.

A belligerent spirit boiled up within Yang Wu, and he laughed, “Come on! Bring me more capable fighters. You all are too weak!”

Laughing, the young man swung his crowbar hard. Profound Energy stormed on the four wounded barbarians, torturing them. They could not retreat at all, nor could they withstand it.

When Yang Wu put away his crowbar, the four barbarians were already battered and had fallen, surrounded by a pool of their own blood.

Not even looking at them, Yang Wu continued running forward, his crowbar dragging on the ground, the friction producing fierce sparks.

If any prisoner did not fear for his life and dared approach Yang Wu, his crowbar sent them flying. Nobody could stand in his way.

Soon, a bloody path appeared in cellblock 1—one made of the blood of prisoners, long and extremely bone-chilling.

The prison guards secretly watching felt their hair stand on end. The young man with the crowbar was no weaker than any of the alliance bosses.

If such a young man wanted to escape the prison, it would take a block captain to stop him.

No matter how far Yang Wu went, Sooty trailed close behind; nobody could stop them.

Yang Wu’s appearance finally alarmed Shi Taisheng, one of the four bosses of the alliance, who ruled the nearby mountain.

The unarmed Shi Taisheng appeared before Yang Wu. He stood at a commanding height like an iron tower, with dazzling eyes and a domineering presence.

Shi Taisheng had once slain forty-nine Warriors and a General of the Xia Dynasty on the battlefield before his capture.

Although he was now a prisoner—an identity that would follow him for life—his strength remained undiminished. He was now a boss in the prison, and he wanted to kill a few more people of the Xia Dynasty. The young man before him was a prime example of his favorite prey.

If such a young, talented genius had even the slightest possibility of getting out and achieving great things, Shi Taisheng had to kill him to reduce the threat to his fellow barbarians.

This was also why he persisted in his meaningless existence.

Shi Taisheng had the air of a leader. He glared coldly at the “delicate” Yang Wu without the slightest contempt in his eyes, only a murderous intent.

The other prisoners no longer surrounded Yang Wu, vacating the area for Shi Taisheng. They believed this young man before them would surely die at Shi Taisheng’s hands.

Yang Wu looked up at Shi Taisheng, who was blocking his path, and pointed his blood-stained crowbar at him. “Any barbarian who stands in my way will die!”

Since he was a child, Yang Wu had known that the people of the Xia Dynasty were at odds with the barbarians, but he did not know the specifics of it, whether it was a territorial dispute or a racial dispute, but in short, the hostility instilled in them was innate.

“Boss, kill him! He has injured many of our kin!” a prisoner cried.

“Yes, don’t let him go. He is too arrogant! Does he think there are no capable people in cellblock 1?” another prisoner said.

Yang Wu now knew that the barbarian in front of him was Shi Taisheng, a boss of cellblock 1. He had heard Xu Jiaohua explain the state of affairs of block 1 and remembered that one of the four bosses was a barbarian.

“Hehe, I love snapping the heads of young, talented youths like you!” Shi Taisheng grinned, baring his teeth at Yang Wu.

“They all say that barbarians have well-developed limbs and simple minds. It seems this is true. I won’t even accept them as my servants!” Yang Wu sneered.

Shi Taisheng’s face sank, and he stalked toward Yang Wu with powerful and heavy steps. Each step left deep footprints on the ground, which showed how domineering he was.

“How dare you insult the barbarians?! Kneel, and I will let you die with an intact corpse!” Shi Taisheng shouted as he stalked over, pressuring Yang Wu with his powerful aura.

A pale-yellow aura surrounded him like serpents swimming in the air, presenting

a majestic sight.

Yang Wu tossed his unbound, dark hair lightly and smiled. “The same to you.”

Yang Wu greeted Shi Taisheng’s threat head-on, utterly undaunted, only hoping the barbarian’s strength would not disappoint him.

Shi Taisheng raised his gaze, and a yellow fist punched toward Yang Wu. It shot forward four and a half meters, like a python about to devour its prey.

The power of this punch was overbearing, able to split open a mountain. Even a regular Consummate Grade Warrior would not dare to clash head-on with it.

Yang Wu could make out the trajectory of Shi Taisheng’s attack. He could have avoided it first, then looked for a chance to retaliate, but did not. Instead, he focused his energy in his palm and met the punch with it.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided with a staggering impact, sending distinct energies splashing out. The two held their ground, neither giving in. Their hair and clothes flew in the blast wind, and the gravel nearby shot into the air.

Shi Taisheng raised his eyes, which flickered like two divine lights, and blasted out another punch. The python opened its mouth again as if to devour.

Yang Wu’s other hand rippled like a wave, and the spiraling force gathered in his palm like a small vortex, greeting the python.

Fist and palm collided again, still an equal fight. Neither could overpower the other.

“I do not believe you are stronger than me!” Shi Taisheng yelled in anger, retracted his fist, and punched again, this time with more strength.

Yang Wu pulled his palm back and threw another palm strike—likewise with more strength.

Boom! Boom!

Yang Wu and Shi Taisheng clashed head-on, and neither was willing to back down. Profound Energy of two different colors splashed out between their palms and fists, kicking up sand and stones. It was a wondrous sight.

The prisoners around looked stunned, struggling with the thought that such a young man could compete on equal terms with the barbarian Shi Taisheng in raw strength—as not even the other three bosses in block 1 could.

“Damn it! I must punch you to death!” Shi Taisheng roared, losing his patience. All his Profound Energy was circulating in his body, and his Barbarian Energy condensed in both fists. He shot his fists at Yang Wu simultaneously.

Barbaric Bull Fist!

This was Shi Taisheng’s fist technique, containing at least fifteen cauldrons of strength—enough to pulverize boulders.

Yang Wu sensed that Shi Taisheng was giving it his all. He stepped back, circulating both the Supreme Nine Profound Art and the Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance to their limits. He frantically drew energy from his body, condensing it into two vortices in his palms. They swirled increasingly rapidly, the buzzing of turbulence audible from within. The young man shouted, “I used merely eighty percent of my strength earlier, and now I will defeat you with ninety percent!”

As his voice rang out, he savagely thrust his palms forward.

This attack definitely contained over twenty cauldrons of strength. The spiraling waves of water blasted the barbarian python into pieces.

Blood splattered Shi Taisheng’s arms, and traces of blood seeped out. He staggered backward, leaving a deep hole in the ground with every step.

The vigorous Yang Wu rushed forward like a dragon turtle surfing on water, pressing the offensive with fierce palm strikes.

Shi Taisheng’s hands were trembling, but he had to raise his fists to retaliate.

The barbarian was forced to retreat again, but he did not fall. His arms’ bleeding worsened, and pain soured his expression.

Yang Wu continuously retracted and extended his palms in a wavelike motion. His relentless attacks came in surges.

This battle made him increasingly aware of the ingenuity of the Spiraling Waves Splitting Palm as it matured in the Accomplished stage. Before long, he would achieve Perfection in this technique.

On the seventh impact, Shi Taisheng’s arms were bent, his bones broken, and his body crashed to the ground, forming a humanoid pit and raising a dust cloud.

Shi Taisheng was thick-skinned and heavily built, so he did not die yet. He thought about getting up, but a foot landed on his chest and caved it in.

Blargh!

Shi Taisheng vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed, his body limp with hardly any fight left.

Yang Wu stepped on Shi Taisheng, looked down at him, and declared, “All the Scarlet Steel Rock you have collected now belongs to me.”

“Haha… You’re dreaming! I will never leave the mountain prison, so why would I collect Scarlet Steel Rock?” Even at the brink of death, Shi Taisheng laughed wildly.

Yang Wu shouted with murderous intent, “Since you have no Scarlet Steel Rock, what use do I have for you?!”

Shi Taisheng wanted to shove Yang Wu’s foot off his chest with his hand, but to his chagrin, Yang Wu stepped down harder right then, crushing his chest and killing him on the spot.

“He…he actually killed Boss Shi. Let’s avenge him together!

“That’s right. We have been captured and are already destined to die here. If we work together to kill this kid, it will be a win for us!”

“He has consumed a lot of energy; let’s take this chance to kill him now.”

The barbarian prisoners shouted in unison, raising crowbars and rocks to kill Yang Wu.

They had long since resigned themselves to their fate. Dying a day earlier did not make a difference to them, but they were satisfied to be able to kill a few more people of the Xia Dynasty.

Yang Wu reached out and grabbed a crowbar that had been thrown to the ground. Sooty again appeared on the young man’s shoulder, and he laughed. “Sooty, let’s fight together to our hearts’ content today!”

Yang Wu waved his crowbar. Like a dragon sweeping through thousands of soldiers, it smashed away the multitude of crowbars assailing him from the barbarians’ hands and shattered the rocks to pieces. Many barbarians died on the spot.

Yang Wu was really in no mood to kill all these barbarians. He headed for another mountain, killing anyone in his way. None of them was his match.

Many of these prisoners were now afraid of being killed. The young man’s energy seemed endless. If other Warriors were besieged this way, they would have been exhausted and killed long ago.

Dozens of prisoners huddled together on a nearby mountain. Three stood at the summit, watching Yang Wu rush over. Their faces turned solemn.

These three were the surviving bosses of the alliance: Swift Feet Ai Feili, Zombie Han Wuqing, and Little Ugly Girl Shi Lengmei.

In their eyes, this young man’s combat prowess was no weaker than theirs, perhaps even a notch higher. This realization was hard for them to digest.

“The younger generation is truly to be reckoned with!” the middle-aged Ai Feili sighed softly.

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Note that Xiao Man has been renamed to Barbie. I have gone back and changed all the previous chapters already. So if you have been reading Barbie, just ignore this note. However, if you have been seeing Xiaoman and see Barbie now, this is why. Xiao Man can be literally translated to Little Barbarian. That's why we named her Barbie.