High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 846 - 415: Encountering Su Tong’Er Again, Kill! (Three-in-One)

Across the entirety of West Mountain Province, a vast domain encompassing a hundred cities, a dense, inky black mist abruptly unfurled.

This ominous pall was interwoven with the thick stench of blood, ascending skyward and blanketing the province in an atmosphere of profound oppression.

"A large-scale Shadow Disaster has ignited," declared Bai Jing with grave concern.

"Everyone, hasten!"

"Understood." Numerous instructors, without a moment's hesitation, transformed into streaks of light, hurtling towards the afflicted cities.

"Jiang Ye, let us proceed to An City," Qiu Cang stated with a low, resonant voice, then metamorphosed into a beam of light, accelerating towards their destination.

"Very well." Jiang Ye swiftly followed in his wake.

An City, the locale of Jiang Ye's birth, beckoned him, a return he had long yearned for.

Qiu Cang, a formidable martial artist at the zenith of Eight Breaks, possessed exceptional swiftness.

Mere dozens of seconds later...

"An City." From a distance, Jiang Ye could discern its outline, a modest settlement nestled amongst encircling mountains.

With his enhanced vision, he readily perceived that the majority of the city's inhabitants had already been evacuated.

"A relief," Jiang Ye silently exhaled, a wave of reassurance washing over him.

The Federation's organizational prowess in managing such crises was undeniably effective.

Prior to the full eruption of the Shadow Disaster across West Mountain Province, the populace of An City, numbering in the millions, had largely been relocated.

Naturally, all Martial Arts Masters of Third Break cultivation or higher remained to defend the city.

This beacon of civilization would not fall without a fight!

At this juncture, Jiang Ye observed numerous skirmishes unfolding within An City, martial artists valiantly confronting the menacing Shadow Race.

"Quite fortunate," mused Qiu Cang.

"No high-ranking members of the Shadow Race have manifested," he added. "Let us conclude this swiftly."

"Agreed." Jiang Ye nodded, transforming into a streak of light and descending rapidly.

...

An City No. 3 High School.

What was once a serene educational institution now presented a tableau of devastation: shattered walls, collapsed structures, and not a single intact section of ground was visible.

A considerable contingent of Martial Arts Masters had congregated in this ravaged location.

"How many assaults have we weathered?"

"This is the ninth wave; our strength is waning."

"Persevere! Reinforcements are imminent." These Martial Arts Masters, all bearing severe injuries and gasping for breath, bore the undeniable marks of intense combat.

Had Jiang Ye been present, he would have recognized a familiar face amidst the fray.

It was Zhang Jianwu!

"An City..."

"Can we truly hold this ground?" Zhang Jianwu, his hair disheveled, wore an expression etched with bitterness.

Days of relentless battle had taken their toll.

Having endured this long, he had reached his absolute limit!

Yet, as one of the few Fourth Break warriors in their beleaguered group, Zhang Jianwu understood the imperative of not faltering.

However, gazing upon the ruins of An City No. 3 High School before him, a profound sense of collapse welled within Zhang Jianwu.

"Hold the line!"

"Rescue will arrive; have faith." Zhang Jianwu clenched his teeth, though despair gnawed at his heart.

An City's modest size meant that even if the Federation dispatched aid, larger metropolises like Cyan Yang City would undoubtedly receive priority.

After all, with Shadow Disasters erupting across Blue Star, the Federation's capacity to deploy assistance was already severely strained.

Catering to every single settlement proved an immense challenge.

Consequently, throughout these trying days, the vast expanse of An City had been defended solely by its local combatants, like Zhang Jianwu and his comrades.

And now, they stood on the precipice of collapse!

Just then...

"Roar~"

"ROAR!!" A chorus of terrifying roars erupted, causing Zhang Jianwu and the others' expressions to contort in alarm.

In the immediate aftermath...

Innumerable grotesque, shadowy figures surged forth in densely packed waves, blotting out the sky as they charged relentlessly toward Zhang Jianwu and his companions.

A Shadow Tide!

Though each individual member of the Shadow Race possessed only the cultivation of Second Break or Third Break,

the sheer, overwhelming numbers of this Shadow Tide sent shivers down the spines of many Martial Arts Masters.

"Kill!"

"Annihilate those abominations!"

"We fight until the bitter end!"

"I am prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice." These Martial Arts Masters, ranging from Second to Third Break, displayed an unwavering resolve.

An City was their cherished homeland.

They were determined to fall in battle here, even if it meant their demise!

"We commit to a fight to the death." Zhang Jianwu's heart was heavy with despair, yet he steeled himself for their final stand.

Concurrently...

"CRASH!"

The formidable Shadow Tide descended, an encroaching darkness that spread with horrifying speed, instantly engulfing the entire sky.

Plunging An City No. 3 High School into absolute, impenetrable darkness.

This gloom was so profound that even igniting a flame could not pierce its depths, as if an unyielding black domain had formed, completely entrapping Zhang Jianwu and his comrades.

An atmosphere thick with hopelessness pervaded the scene.

But at this critical juncture...

"Swish!"

Suddenly, amidst the shadow tide that enveloped the heavens and obscured the sun, a radiant white light erupted forth.

Like the first glimmer of dawn, it shattered the unending night.

"Boom—!!"

This brilliant white light rapidly expanded, spreading like an unstoppable wave, cleaving through the vast shadow tide with astonishing swiftness.

"What is that?" Zhang Jianwu gazed at the white light, momentarily bewildered.

The light intensified to its utmost, shining brighter than the Proud Sun in the sky.

A resounding "boom" echoed as the supposedly impenetrable shadow tide, as fragile as paper, was ripped asunder and exploded, obliterating countless Shadow Race members in an instant.

"Roar!!"

Numerous piercing roars arose.

These were the battle cries of the Shadow Race, sounds capable of piercing the Divine Soul and shaking one's Martial Arts Will.

Countless Shadow Race members bellowed in unison, their combined might able to overwhelm even a peak Fourth Break expert, yet they could not affect the white light in the slightest.

The white light descended, instantly annihilating scores upon scores of formidable Shadow Race beings.

The land was scarred by a terrifying chasm stretching tens of thousands of meters, where boundless spear lights blazed.

"...A spear?"

Only then did Zhang Jianwu finally manage to perceive it.

It was a streak of spear light!

A single spear, cleaving the heavens and signaling the demise of the Shadow Tide!

This earth-shattering spectacle left Zhang Jianwu and all present momentarily stunned, rendered speechless.

They were just like that.

How Jiang Ye once stood on his balcony, witnessing a sword traverse the sky.

And then.

As the shadow tide receded, the azure sky and brilliant sun reappeared.