Chapter Seventeen: War Treads

  "Linked account?"

  Ye Han Meng suddenly turned his head, looking at the still somewhat disheveled and unkempt Bimon tribe person behind him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. With a sudden "boom", he slapped out with a palm without any warning.

  This speed was so fast that it reached an extreme, without any warning at all, just like something that happened in the blink of an eye.

  But he never thought that Ye Han would suddenly take action, and so decisively, without leaving any room for maneuver. The short-statured Bimon tribe member next to him immediately changed color. He let out a strange cry and his body flashed, transforming into a dark light, actually reaching the limit of speed.

  To this day he still can't figure out how Ye Han dared to suddenly turn against him like that.

  "Not good, take action." At this time, two deep roars were heard from the dense forest, and two black figures, like a whirlwind, burst out, rushing towards Ye Han's location in an instant.

  Look at their body shape and appearance, they are clearly two human beings.

  "Hmph, as expected. You're in cahoots with each other. In that case, killing you on the spot won't raise any eyebrows either."

  Ye Han's face was cold and smiling, but his hands didn't stop moving, his palms continued to grab towards the Bi Mengdi tribe people.

  From the beginning, he had his doubts. If it was just a probe before, then now, he was completely certain. From the moment that guy appeared, Ye Han didn't believe him at all. After all, what kind of place was this? This was the depths of the notoriously dangerous Luojia Mountains, if an ordinary Ketel bull-headed person dared to venture in so deep? Moreover, he had seen too many shady and deceitful things, from his past life on Earth, where information exploded everywhere. How many kinds of messages, both open and hidden, were there? Ye Han had lived two lives, his mind was far more mature than an ordinary Ketel bull-headed person, even more terrifying than the human race that was known for being the best at schemes and plots in this world. He just hid it well, never showing it.

  He doesn't take the initiative to harm others, and with his temperament and experience, how can he be fooled by these natives of this world?

  But all these things happened in the blink of an eye. In this brief moment, his palm had already approached the past, feeling the terrible power contained in that palm force, which was even more astonishing than the drastic change in Mengdi's face. With a sudden exhalation, a majestic and ink-colored black light enveloped his body.

  This seemingly unremarkable Bamunese person is actually an eighth-level warrior. Everything before was just him hiding his true abilities.

  In an instant.

  Ye Han's palm had already come into contact with the war wheel released by that Bamonti tribesman.

  Knowing that Ye Han's strength was only at the level of an eighth-level warrior, he shouldn't be able to break through his own wheel shield in a short period of time. This made Bi Muyu involuntarily let out a sigh of relief, but immediately his face changed greatly.

  At that moment, when Ye Han's palm touched the wheel rim, his palm stuck tightly to it. Suddenly, a terrible explosive force burst out from the center of his palm, followed by a second wave, a third wave... The terrible explosive force accumulated together, and in an instant, it exploded with unimaginable destructive power.

  For an instant, it seemed that the sound of bones reorganizing could be heard, and Ye Han's palm seemed to have swollen by a circle.

  Then, very easily, he probed inside. The entire eighth-level war spirit's energy wheel was formed, crushed and pressed into powder, and gently placed on the neck of that Rakshasa person.

  At that moment, the Bamunzi's face changed color, and with a slight force on his palm, a crisp "crack" sound was heard. His Adam's apple was crushed, and he let out a desperate "hiss" as he flew backward, giving Ye Han a final glance before falling to the ground.

  Then with a 'bang' he crashed into a large tree behind him, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, completely still.

  Until his death, he did not understand why the originally stable energy wheel cover was so easily crushed by Ye Han of the same level, causing him to die unjustly.

  At the same time, a fierce and mighty tiger's roar sounded from behind. In the instant that Ye Han turned around, a gigantic tiger shadow, nearly 7-8 meters in length, had already pounced towards him.

  Ye Han let out a cold snort, his face unmoving, as if everything in front of him didn't exist. Then his foot came down heavily, with great force.

  A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and an unimaginable force poured from his soles into the earth, causing the entire forest floor to violently shake. As if an earthquake had occurred, the sky fell and the ground cracked open, directly collapsing in front of him, a massive deep pit over ten meters in diameter, with a bottomless depth.

  That massive tiger shadow let out a sorrowful roar, and at the moment it was exerting its strength, it had nowhere to borrow force from, and with a mournful cry, it fell into the deep ravine, then was buried by the rolling stones and mud.

  Bimon Empire, Kettlehorn Minotaur Tribe, Ironhoof Clan Innate Ability - War Trample.

  At the beginning of the Soul Summoning Pool ceremony, Ye Han's acquired ability was actually a Trinity, apart from the Soul Mask and Fusion Technique. The innate ability obtained by his Minotaur physique bloodline was the strongest in the Iron Hoof Tribe - War Trample.

  With one tread, the sky and earth are overturned. It is most suitable for group attacks. Standing on the ground with feet gives endless power. This is one of the most powerful innate abilities among the Kettle Bull Head tribe, also known as the reason why the Iron Hoof tribe got its name.

  This is still because Ye Han's strength is not enough, if it were a powerful warrior like Tribal Chief Leili who transcended the 9th level, when unleashed, the entire forest would probably be overturned in an instant, with a force no less than a small earthquake.

  But after doing all this, Ye Han's movements did not stop. He took a step forward, his foot treading on the mud that had just been overturned on the ground, and with one stride, he stepped out. The long knife in his hand spun around in his palm, and with a whooshing sound, it chopped forward.

  The dull blade had no sharpness to speak of, but it whizzed by, creating a deafening sonic boom in such a short distance. A long white line of sound waves trailed behind the long knife.

  Ye Han's arm was not thick, but at this moment, the muscles bulged high, and every muscle fiber interpreted the strongest pulling force. That terrible explosion made people marvel.

  It's hard to imagine that, due to his training in Xingyiquan, Ye Han has reached a level where his control over the human body's limits is at an unimaginably terrifying stage.

  Have you ever seen the power to easily produce sonic booms? What if the most explosive force is added to a knife with an incredibly high density, heavy to the extreme, can you imagine the terrifying power that can be produced?

  And in this instant, you can see it all.

  There wasn't even the slightest space that could be imagined, and Ye Han's arm was already raised, then the knife arrived, on top of the giant Dark Demon Tiger's head. Under the combination of gravity and strength, speed seemed to have never existed before. That speed was so fast that it had already exceeded the limit of human reaction.

  Then it came down. Without making any sound, the majestic eighth-level magical beast Dark Tiger simply raised its head. Then from its huge and extremely hard skull, it started to explode, inch by inch, along its spine, extending forward, and in an instant, its entire body was as if disintegrated, no longer existing. Only a vague outline remained, still standing there?

  Perhaps until his dying breath, the gigantic demon tiger that had already possessed great wisdom did not know how he died. The thought that had just risen was instantly transformed into darkness...

  At this time, after completing this series of actions, Ye Han's time was also up. He stood still, and suddenly a dry, hot, and smelly smell came from the back of his neck.

  The third and largest Dark Magic Tiger opened its mouth, its sharp teeth already at his neck, with no chance of dodging or escaping.

  But Ye Han didn't even think of dodging, he just stood there, and his right hand had already stably wrapped around to the back, pressing down on the lower jaw of the Dark Demon Tiger behind him. He also let out a loud roar, and the blood in his body was like the waves of a great river, surging and rumbling, his muscle fibers stretching and pulling, his entire body suddenly seeming to grow taller and more majestic.

  A loud rumble.

  That enormous demonic beast, over seven or eight meters in length, was actually flipped over by him with a single shoulder throw from behind. The veins on Ye Han's arm bulged as he changed his grip to a claw-like grasp, grabbing the demonic tiger that still wanted to struggle and flip over, and gave it a ruthless slap.

  The earth inside made a loud noise like a muffled thunder, shook for a moment, and then burst open from the inside out. The demon tiger didn't even have time to get up before it started exploding from its internal fur, splashing blood and flesh everywhere, with the crisp sound of shattered bones, directly blasting out. It was instantly dead beyond death.

  Witnessing the scene before their eyes, the two black-clad humans who had originally been charging forward were frightened to the point where their eyes bulged out, every hair on their body stood on end, and an unimaginable, eerie chill rose from the soles of their feet to their hearts.

  At this time, there was only one question in their minds, "Is this still a human?"

  "Something's wrong, run quickly!"

  The two of them didn't even bother to counterattack, and crazily sprinted in different directions. At this point, they only regretted that their parents had given birth to two legs, and couldn't care about anything else.

  "Want to run? Is it too late?"

  Ye Han looked at the two of them, their bodies didn't move a single bit, without any obstruction, he just sneered and muttered to himself in a low voice that no one could hear.

  Then, in his eyes, two exquisite golden masks gradually emerged.

  A mighty spiritual force burst out wildly...