C3 Instant Kill Primary Demon Soldier

Zhang Dong's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the collision, as if lightning had struck him.

"There's definitely a human in there."

"I agree, there must be a human. They're just so delicious."

The chilling voices of the Demonic Devils echoed from outside the door.

"Yang Qi, what do we do? I don't want to die!"

Zhang Dong was soaked in a cold sweat, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Yang Qi's grip on his saber was firm, his gaze unwavering. With the situation at hand, he had no choice but to fight for his life.

Another crash, and the door splintered into pieces. Two Demonic Devils entered Yang Qi's line of sight.

To Yang Qi, these Demonic Devils were grotesque, with human-like forms shrouded in pitch-blackness and an aura of malevolence. Their faintly glowing green eyes exuded an oppressive terror.

Green eyes signified Demonic Devils of the Elemental Body.

The pale green eyes indicated that these were Primary Demon Soldiers!

"Human, come here and let us devour you."

One of the Primary Demon Soldiers cackled at Yang Qi and Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong was petrified, his soul nearly departing from sheer terror.

Yang Qi, though frightened, kept his composure, his gaze still steady.

He was biding his time, waiting for the Demonic Devils to approach so he could strike with his saber. His Elemental Body granted him astonishing strength. With no escape possible, his only option was to risk his life against these two Primary Demon Soldiers.

"Foolish humans, if you won't come to us, then we'll just have to come to you!"

With that, one of the Primary Demon Soldiers lunged at Yang Qi.

Yang Qi clutched the hilt of his sword. As the Primary Demon Soldier neared, he drew his rusty Iron Sword and viciously swung at the creature's head.

In a flash, the sword's gleam cut through the air.

A horrific scream followed.

The head of the Primary Demon Soldier that had pounced toward Yang Qi was now severed by his blade.

"Primary Demon Soldier slain, Slash Points increase by 300."

The synthetic voice echoed in his mind once more.

Zhang Dong's eyes went wide with shock, as though he'd seen a ghost, completely flabbergasted.

The remaining Primary Demon Soldier was utterly terrified, never having imagined that Yang Qi could dispatch its comrade with a single stroke.

They were all taken aback, Yang Qi included.

Having evolved his Mortal Body into an Elemental Body, he was aware of his immense strength, yet he had doubts about his ability to conquer Demonic Devils.

But to his surprise, this Primary Demon Soldier was so feeble that he dispatched it effortlessly.

And with each Demonic Devil he defeated, his Slash Points increased.

Yang Qi, intent on amassing 50,000 Slash Points to transform his rusty Iron Sword into the formidable Black Iron Wolf Blade, grinned at the sight of the last Primary Demon Soldier before him.

The creature sensed Yang Qi's smile and felt a shiver of dread from the soles of its feet to the crown of its head.

"Human, do you not realize I am a Demonic Devil?"

The Primary Demon Soldier's words were cut short as Yang Qi's blade came down hard, a flash of cold light, and the creature's head was severed from its body.

"Primary Demon Soldier slain, Slash Points increase by 300."

Yang Qi exhaled deeply as he surveyed the corpses of the two Demonic Devils.

It took a while for Zhang Dong, standing to the side, to regain his composure, his gaze fixed on Yang Qi with utter astonishment.

"Yang Qi, are you a Martial Artist?"

Martial Artist?

The term caught Yang Qi off guard.

He possessed an Elemental Body, but whether that made him a Martial Artist, he couldn't say for sure.

Then he remembered the Properties Panel. Upon checking it, he noticed a change in his status.

"Level: Fighter of the Advanced Body Tempering Stage."

A hint of surprise crossed Yang Qi's face. "It turns out, I am a Martial Artist."

He pondered on his new identity as a Fighter of the Advanced Body Tempering Stage.

Could this be the inherent power of someone who has crossed worlds? He hadn't anticipated that evolving his Mortal Body into an Elemental Body would instantly elevate him to a Fighter of the Advanced Body Tempering Stage.

He was no ordinary Fighter, though; as a bearer of the Elemental Body, he wielded the same 4000 pounds of strength as a Primary Martial Disciple. The key difference was that a Primary Martial Disciple could project Essence Energy, capable of harming others from meters away with it.

Upon getting a firm affirmation from Yang Qi, Zhang Dong was left wide-eyed and speechless. A formidable Martial Artist had actually rented his place for a full three months?