Time slipped by quietly.Unknowingly, night had begun to fall, and darkness silently descended. The world was now fully shrouded in shadow—vast, boundless, all-encompassing. So deep, so infinite.Darkness is the cradle of evil, the source of shadows, and the ideal battleground for slaughter.No matter how brutal the killing, under the cover of darkness, all would fall silent.
Creak—!!
As the night deepened, a crisp sound of a door opening echoed from within the thatched hut.The sound wasn't loud, but in the still night, it made Yi Tianxing, Fu Hongxue, and the others instinctively open their eyes and look toward the hut.There, the door had swung open, and the old farmer stepped out, carrying a hoe on his shoulder.
"Hehe, sorry about that. I didn't disturb you all, did I?"The old farmer turned around, saw everyone's gaze fixed on him, and grinned with a simple, honest smile.
"No disturbance. It's already late, though. Why are you still carrying that hoe, old sir? Planning to work the fields at night? There's no need to rush. Better to rest in the evenings," Yi Tianxing replied calmly.
"Haha, that's just how I am. I was just about to sleep when I suddenly remembered there were still some weeds in the field. You might not know this, but if those weeds aren't cleared in time, by tomorrow morning they'll grow even denser. They could turn today's freshly tilled field right back into wildland. That won't do."The old farmer chuckled. "Besides, I always like to practice a few farming moves before bed. It's a habit. If I skip a day, I get all itchy like I've got a rash. Just doesn't feel right."
"Oh? Old sir, you know martial arts? Is there some technique to it?"Ye Zhiqiu asked curiously, interest piqued.
"Hehe, nothing much. Just a few moves I figured out myself, all based on farming work," the farmer replied with a grin. "I call it... Farmer's Three Fists!!"
When he said the last four words, his face lit up with pride, glowing with the kind of confidence one might expect from someone revealing a legendary, world-shattering technique.
"Farmer's Three Fists?"At the sound of that name, even Fu Hongxue twitched slightly. He looked like he wanted to laugh but held it in. As for Ye Zhiqiu, he was completely stunned.
No one had high expectations, but such a domineering name caught them off guard.
The old farmer, however, seemed increasingly excited. "Come, come! Let me show you all. Might as well stretch my limbs while I'm at it. Just so you know—farmers have strength too!"
"No need to trouble yourself—"Ye Zhiqiu said instinctively.
"No trouble at all. I was going to go through the moves anyway," the old man replied with a grin.
He then struck a stance, hoisted the hoe, and with a loud shout, slammed it down into the field.As he did, he roared, "Farmer's Three Fists—Farmer Tills the Land!!"
The hoe came down with a mighty swing—exactly like how one would normally hoe the ground.But the force behind it was immense, uprooting a huge clod of earth.
This was a move any farmer could perform.A natural, practiced motion repeated hundreds or thousands of times each day.This wasn't just repetition—it was instinct.From long familiarity with soil, a farmer could tell the quality of land at a glance, knew how much force was needed, and where to strike.This was skill born of habit.
Pffft!!
As the hoe struck the ground, a spurt of liquid burst forth—not water, but blood. A heavy, metallic stench instantly permeated the air.
"It's blood. There was someone hidden underground," Fu Hongxue said coldly, his eyes narrowing.
Anyone hiding underground certainly wasn't one of their own. All their soldiers were gathered nearby.This intruder had hidden so perfectly that even experts like them hadn't noticed his presence—an incredibly deadly ability.
If it had been an assassin, they could've struck from close range without warning—virtually impossible to defend against.
"Well now, looks like I dug up a mole," the old farmer said cheerfully, dragging out the body.The hoe had struck directly on the skull, killing the intruder instantly. The expression on the corpse's face was one of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't accept that he'd died at the hands of a harmless-looking old farmer.
A deeply unjust, humiliated death.
"Scorpionfolk!!"The moment the corpse was revealed, everyone recognized the enemy.Upper body human, lower body scorpion—unmistakable.Hiding underground was perfectly in line with the scorpionfolk's racial abilities.This wasn't just any foot soldier—it was a life aperture realm expert.
And yet—he'd died from a farmer's hoe?
Yi Tianxing and Jia Xu exchanged a glance, both seeing deep gravity in the other's eyes.
This was no ordinary farmer.Even if a lucky hit had struck the scorpionfolk, a life aperture realm expert's defenses weren't so easily broken. The reflexes alone should've been enough to dodge.But not only had he failed to dodge—he'd died outright.
Something was off.
"Watch my Farmer's Three Fists—Old Ox Plows the Field!!"
The farmer grew more excited. He tossed aside the hoe and charged forward like a raging ox, head lowered in a full-body sprint.
In ancient times, oxen were rare and precious, registered with local authorities, forbidden to be killed, and treated like royalty.But most farmers couldn't afford one.More often than not, it was the farmer himself who pulled the plow.This charge now channeled that same strength and endurance.
BOOM!!
Suddenly, there was a loud crash in midair—he'd hit something invisible.
SPLURT!!
Blood sprayed out.The victim wasn't the farmer—but a black-clad figure flung into the air, coughing up chunks of organs before going limp.
It was a strikingly handsome elf—one with a sinister, dark aura.
He was already dead before hitting the ground.
The farmer had literally headbutted a dark elf to death.
"What kind of idiot stands in front of my plow path? Don't blame me if you get run over," the old farmer muttered with a weird little cry.
"Dark elves. Assassins of the night. Masters of stealth. And yet one of them was headbutted to death by a farmer… what kind of joke is this?"Jia Xu's face twitched.
Dark elves were among the deadliest races—masters of ambush and assassination, born in the dark.Their stealth was so good, no one had noticed their presence until now.
And this one had been headbutted to death.
"Farmer's Three Fists—Old Man Pushes the Cart!!"The old man took a step forward, fists clenched as though pushing an invisible cart.He thrust his fists outward.
BOOM!
Two dull impacts.Two wolfmen were struck, each by a fist, sent flying through the air.They were already rigid before they hit the ground.
Dead. Instantly.
Another two life aperture realm experts—slain in a breath.
HISSS!!
Ye Zhiqiu inhaled sharply, eyes wide with horror.
This wasn't some harmless peasant.This was a slaughterer. A butcher.
This so-called Farmer's Three Fists...Was absolutely terrifying.
One hoe killed one.One headbutt killed another.Two punches killed two more.
In just a few seconds, four life aperture realm experts were dead.