The drill whirled at a tremendous speed, its passage slicing the air with a deafening roar.

Wherever the drill went, Martial Artists were smashed to bits and went flying, helpless to resist the impact of one blow.

"Run!" screamed one witness in terror.

"We can't fight it! We really can't fight it!"

"This creature may well knock me flying if I strike it with my sword, so I'll run!"

The Martial Artists in front attempted to run away, but the ones behind were still charging toward them. They couldn't clearly view the events inside, but they knew there were people breaking into pieces, dancing around in the air. The front line instantly turned chaotic.

The Mentalists were getting nervous. "Everybody, get out of the way! Don't stand in front of me! I'm going to kill him instantly!"

Before he could finish his statement, the drill changed course. It aggressively cut through the crowd and charged off towards the Mentalist camp in the distance.

"Regardless of what you are, die!"

Seeing this, the furious Mentalists launched an attack. A generous amount of Flying Blades and Flying Swords soared towards the drill.

Clang, clang, clang! This was followed by a string of blows, but each one was turned aside by the high-speed spinning drill. A second later, chunks of "Mentalists" began dancing in the air above the arena.

It has to be mentioned that Mentalists are Mentalists; even their flying pose was more elegant than that of the other Martial Artists.

Qin Mu, one man, one drill. He slaughtered anyone who got in his way, even Buddhas. With any weapon and in any technique, there was but one word:

"Kill!"

Two words: "Annihilate!"

"The Martial God Hall had an automatic cleanup system, but it required a one-second buffer. With so many Martial Artists dying in swift succession, the battlefield remained blood-red."

Wu Po Xing watched from atop, his teeth aching. Good heavens. "Genius"? This Qin Mu was a complete killer.

Wu Po Xing had wandered for a hundred years and cut down mountains of bodies and Vicious Beasts. There was not a single scenario that he had not seen. Yet he was now witnessing a Martial Artist genocide like this for the very first time.

Alongside him, Bai Ming was observing with immense excitement. "Excellent! That is some drill! A weapon like that may appear very simplistic, yet its usage is so profound that it is consistent with the teachings of the Dao! Even Flying Swords, used as blades which cut incessantly, can manage to breach an S-ranking combat suit. Its defense is unmatched, and its usage is somehow specialized only for fighting Mentalist weapons. This is just so impressive! The weapon is lying within normal life; it is present all around, and we did not consider it?"

Councilor William could feel his eyes bulging out of his head. "What kind of joke is this? Obviously, this still hasn't killed him yet. Not only that, but he flipped the script? Idiots! There are a bunch of idiots out there! That drill has a backend. Don't those Mentalists think?"

"Retreat! Attack him from the air! Go around to the back and find an angle!" Bai Qingyan, experienced in battle, came to the same conclusion. It was most effective in a high-speed rotation shield formation against Flying Blades and Flying Swords; there was no way to attack him directly, and thus they had to attack him from the side.

"Right!"

Dozens of the mentalists, stepping on the protection shield and the flying swords, followed Qin Mu's drill. But just then, Qin Mu turned his head to meet their gaze, greeting them cheerfully. "Oh, quite a few of you showed up."

"Kid! Die"

All of them launched a simultaneous attack. Flying Blades and Flying Swords came raining down from the sky just like a heavy rain. Sword Rain! It was really a rain of blades.

Qin Mu, however, jumped directly off the drill while waving his hand. The drill changed its movement. Then, he pushed the drill away with both palms. "Go!"

The drill hummed as it soared into the air with piercing accuracy straight into the sky.

"What the heck?" The Mentalists in the sky were stunned. "This drill can fly?"

Bang! The drill smashed into the rain of swords, sending the Flying Swords spinning. Then, the group of mentalists was wiped out in mid-air.

"Is this our chance? Kill!" The Martial Artists on the ground knew that Qin Mu had appeared, and the braver ones charged immediately.

One second later, Qin Mu loosened his grip on the drill in the sky and flicked his hand to draw a brand new drill from behind his back.

"Pfft! You. this is too much, isn't it?" The Charging Martial Artist was only able to get one word out before falling unconscious, eradicated instantly.

"It's a thousand meters," he continued, "so a thousand meters I shall slice through in three to five inhalations. With the Martial Artists so densely packed, fewer than twenty percent will survive my initial rounds."

Yet even the remaining twenty percent were a broken group of soldiers, and not even worth mentioning.

Wu Po Xing scowled as he watched. "Too brutal... He wanted to ignite the Martial Artists' fighting spirit, but they came across a killer like Qin Mu. Good gracious, instead of igniting their fighting sprit, he might just give them all a group case of post-traumatic stress disorder."

"Qin Mu, stop!" Bai Qingyan yelled, witnessing him cruelly slaughter those who had already lost the will to fight.

"Supervisor Bai, this is a battlefield," Qin Mu said icily, turning a deaf ear to her.

"You!" Bai Qingyan was furious, but she couldn't come up with anything to counter his arguments. "Then fight!"

She stepped onto a Flying Sword and flew into the air, planning on going around him. However, Qin Mu waved his hand, and the drill shot out, its length immediately growing multiple times longer. Like a high-speed spinning spear over forty meters long, it charged at her.

Bang! Bai Qingyan was caught off guard, and she hastily raised her shield, but the torque was still strong enough to knock her flying. Qin Mu continued to turn his drill, destroying the rest of the Martial Artists and Mentalists.

When Bai Qingyan regained control and flew back, she was the only Mentalist left in the entire arena who was alive. Qi Jun had long turned into dust.

It brought back chilling memories—a literal purgatory. A thousand Martial Artists were killed. Only a minute has lapsed since the fight started.

"Why? How could this be?" Bai Qingyan was completely flabbergasted. "A thousand-person siege should have been a death trap." She could have been okay with being overpowered, but the power of Qin Mu was no different from before. "A Flying Sword can't slice through a combat suit at one time; there's technique to it."

It was the technique that had turned the tables around. Once that technique was released, regardless of how many people there were or whether they were martial artists or mentalists, it made no difference to Qin Mu. Unless you had an unbeatable technique like Nine Swords in a Line, otherwise, all you could do was watch as you yourself got assassinated.

"Goodbye. Remember what you owe me." Qin Mu didn't bother with her daze; he carried out a drill attack on the sky, eradicating her in mid-air.

It was tragic! So tragic! Bai Ming was taking in this sight with a heart that was twitching.

Councilor William surprisingly was feeling much better.

"Qin Mu! You brat, offending so many people, you'll die sooner or later! You'll regret this!"

Bai Ming was quiet for a moment before turning his attention back to Qin Mu. "Good! Indeed, this skill has to be the ultimate skill for a Mentalist! In comparison to Nine Swords in a Line and Flying Needle Storm, this skill is both attack and defense, and its value in fighting Vicious Beasts is unparalleled."

"Furthermore, the difficulty level is not high; this skill can be optimized and performed regardless of which Realm. If they are practicing this skill at a Dominator level, there is no doubt they will reach Minor Achievement in a year or two. With this skill, the fighting strength of Dragon Star's Mentalists will certainly soar. I am confident to take on even a ninth-tier Dragon's Nest!"

It is very practical, simple, extremely destructive, and well-balanced. As a Mentalist, Bai Ming understood the enormous power of this skill.

Qin Mu's eyes suddenly sparked. "Alliance Leader, I'd like to apply for a patent!"

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