Full Body haki

The players crouched low in the grass, eyes locked on the scene ahead.

"Hold the grass, we're actually fighting the Sea Race!"

"Do you think Brother Ming can handle this? These Murlocs are no joke! One versus eight can he win?"

"Win? My Brother Ming lose? You must be dreaming!"

"Shhh, shut up! Let Brother Ming cook!"

"That bastard Murloc speared me! I lost my cultivation and got knocked back to the Body Forging Realm!"

"Brother Ming, kill them all!"

The excitement was palpable, yet none dared step forward. This wasn't a raid boss where they could brute-force their way through—this was different. Their Colored Arm techniques had been rendered useless, and the Sea Race were clearly stronger than expected.

The Murloc leader narrowed his eyes.

"Late Spirit Vein Realm?"

For a moment, a flicker of hesitation crossed his features. This human was young, far too young, to have reached such a level. Even he, the leader of this scouting party, was only at the mid-Spirit Vein Realm. But strength meant nothing if the person wielding it was incompetent.

He had seen these humans fight.

Slow, clumsy, standing still when attacked.

If this so-called cultivator was anything like the others, he was no threat.

"One of you, kill him."

A Murloc warrior, early Spirit Vein Realm, stepped forward, his gills fluttering.

Before striking, He Yiming spoke.

"You're from the Sea Race of the Endless Ocean to the east?"

The Murloc warrior sneered. "We are the Ironscale Clan, proud warriors of the sea! Weak human cultivator, if you kneel and surrender, I will grant you a swift death!"

He Yiming's expression darkened.

The Endless Ocean.

A vast, lawless domain, home to countless Sea Clans. They raided human settlements along the coasts, their numbers so overwhelming that humans had long since retreated inland, abandoning the shores.

And now, they were here.

This was no random skirmish. This was an invasion.

"So it's you people…"

A cold light flashed in He Yiming's eyes.

"Then you can die."

"Arrogant!"

The Ironscale warrior roared and hurled his bone spear, a streak of death flashing through the air.

"Brother Ming, dodge!"

"Their spears ignore defenses!"

The players, still nursing phantom pain from their own deaths, shouted in alarm.

But He Yiming didn't move.

He simply lifted his left hand.

Dark energy coiled around his arm, dense and unshakable.

Colored Arm.

But this… wasn't the same as the players' technique.

The bone spear struck his obsidian arm.

Crack.

Shattered.

The weapon, forged from the bones of a Spirit Vein sea beast, crumbled against He Yiming's palm like brittle wood.

"What?!"

The Murloc leader's pupils shrank.

This human had used the same technique as the weaklings they had slaughtered.

But its power was on an entirely different level!

He Yiming didn't wait for the enemy to recover.

His feet tensed

Boom!

The ground caved beneath him as he launched forward like an arrow.

"So fast!"

The Murloc leader barely had time to react before—

Boom!

A jet-black fist, wrapped in absolute power, slammed into the Ironscale warrior's chest.

Iron-hard scales shattered.

A gaping hole replaced what was once a ribcage.

The Murloc warrior didn't even scream before collapsing.

He Yiming exhaled slowly. "One down."

The Sea Race froze.

Impossible.

Their Ironscale Clan prided themselves on their natural armor, scales that not even sea beasts could bite through. Yet this human had torn through it with a single punch.

The leader's face twisted.

"Everyone, attack together!"

The remaining warriors lunged, their bone spears striking from every direction.

He Yiming stood unmoving.

"Brother Ming is in trouble!"

"He jumped straight into the middle of them! He's screwed!"

"Ruined! He can't block all those spears at once!"

"Hold on… why's he so calm?"

"Colored Arm."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

A wave of black erupted from his body.

It wasn't just his arms.

Not just his legs.

His entire body turned jet-black.

The spears struck—

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Each and every one shattered upon impact.

The battlefield fell silent.

The Sea Race warriors stared, horror creeping into their eyes.

This… was no ordinary human.

"Hold the grass!!! He used full-body Colored Arm!"

"He wrapped his whole body in it? That's possible?!"

"This is cheating! This is actual cheating!"

"He's not even playing the same game as us anymore!"

Players watching from the grass exploded in shock.

For them, mastering Colored Arm meant barely managing to coat a single limb in energy.

But He Yiming?

He had covered every inch of his body.

His skin might as well have been divine steel.

"Grass! The devs need to nerf this!"

"Who needs armor when you can turn your entire body into a weapon?!"

"This isn't even a normal Four Emperors-level technique, this is straight-up peak-tier cultivation art!"

Even Wang Lufei, the most skilled among them at Colored Arm, felt his heart crack.

"My eightfold Body Forging Realm technique… it's nothing compared to that!"

He Yiming ignored the commotion.

He raised a single fist.

The Murloc leader, frozen in terror, barely managed to take a step back.

Boom.

The ground split apart.

A single punch had turned the land into a crater.

The leader stumbled, his body trembling.

This wasn't a battle anymore.

This was a massacre.