We bear people have power

In front of Baolin Temple, Guan Bo's halberd had turned blood red. He couldn't remember how many bandits he had killed, only that at the beginning, quite a few people had attacked him, throwing stones, lime, and knives. Some attacks were harmless, but others could make Guan Bo bleed.

No matter how strong you are or how thick your skin is, you can't withstand a sharp knife.

Little Peach's health bar was dropping at a very rapid pace, and Guan Bo almost thought he was going to die there.

However, Guan Bo was not afraid at all. The image of the baby's arm kept appearing before his eyes. He felt that the people in front of him were all ferocious demons who had committed heinous crimes, and he could not vent his hatred without killing them.

In Guan Bo's hands, the halberd was like a windmill, spinning endlessly in an unreasonable manner.

He didn't bother with any techniques, just relentlessly smashing and shoving. Guan Bo meticulously followed that Confucian saying, which I don't even know the source of, about how brute force can overcome any skill.

The ultimate force is the way, and proving the way through force was once a very passionate path.

However, there are always times when one's strength is insufficient and one's abilities fall short. A passionate heart may cool, and a sincere Daoist heart may be tarnished. Guan Bo, however, has no distracting thoughts now; he only wants to use pure power to smash all the trash in front of him.

While Guan Bo was fighting fiercely, he noticed that the three lines of red, blue and green were beginning to change again.

The red health bar, represented by the peach, was steadily decreasing and had already shrunk by one-third.

But at this moment, the blue line behind the little doll began to fluctuate, suddenly decreasing slightly. At the same time, the green line behind the bamboo shoot also shortened by the same proportion.

Guan Bo didn't know what the blue and green lines represented, but since they were shortened, there must have been some loss.

But where exactly is the energy consumed used?

The question was quickly answered, because Guan Bo's wounds began to heal at a visible rate, and the health bar behind the peach was also slowly increasing.

"Blue bar for health exchange, isn't this a healing spell? And it's a passively triggered health regeneration effect. This damn system, can't you give me an instruction manual?" Guan Bo complained inwardly, but since it could regenerate health, he became even more reckless.

Originally, Guan Bo mainly used the halberd for sweeping attacks, relying on its length to force the bandits back and give himself some space to dodge attacks. But now, relying on his regenerative ability, Guan Bo raised the halberd and charged at the bandits, thrusting and slashing, doing whatever was convenient for him, killing them much more efficiently than his previous simple sweeping attacks.

The bandits were in complete disarray; those in front wanted to retreat, while those behind pushed forward. A single thrust of a halberd could often pierce through two or three people.

With another forceful flick, he could send a group of bandits sprawling and staggering.

As for the weapons the bandits threw at Guan Bo, he completely ignored the blunt weapons and only paid attention to avoiding vital points with the sharp blades.

Although Guan Bo appeared to be covered in blood, he had only suffered superficial injuries and was gradually recovering.

After a fierce battle, Guan Bo looked like a demon who had emerged from a carnage; apart from his unusually bright eyes, he was covered in blood.

Seeing this, the bandits were terrified and immediately turned and fled for their lives.

Guan Bo single-handedly annihilated the bandits, and only then did the monk soldiers realize what was happening and begin to beat the fallen enemy.

The bandits scattered like birds and beasts, and the monk soldiers cheered. They had never won a battle so easily. Even when Yongxin was in charge, he could not have single-handedly scattered the bandits. It usually took many monk soldiers to achieve a pyrrhic victory.

However, while the monk soldiers were fighting fiercely, Guan Bo stood there motionless.

If you got close, you could hear him snoring softly; he had actually fallen asleep on the battlefield, propped up by his halberd.

This time the consumption was a bit too much. The blue bar represented by the little doll was almost used up, and Guan Bo felt a wave of fatigue and his spirit couldn't hold on any longer.

At this moment, if someone were to stab him in the heart, it would probably kill him.

However, when the monk soldiers returned laden with spoils, they only dared to surround Guan Bo from three zhang away, looking at this Blood Asura, and dared not show the slightest disrespect.

These monks who were willing to fight alongside Guan Bo were all exceptionally courageous individuals from Baolin Temple. The more they admired Guan Bo's bravery, the more they were impressed by his courage.

Although they sensed that something was wrong with Guan Bo, no one dared to make any rash moves.

After waiting patiently for a while, everyone heard Guan Bo's increasingly heavy snoring.

The monks were shocked again. How could someone be so bold as to fall asleep in this hellish place? If it were them, they would probably suffer from insomnia, let alone sleep as soundly as Guan Bo.

This scene deepened everyone's awe.

“Guys, this isn’t working. Why don’t we wake this man up?” one of the more daring monks said to the others.

Everyone nodded in agreement, but when the monk soldier stepped forward and shouted a few words, Guan Bo seemed not to hear him at all. He tried to push him, but he didn't budge.

After waiting a while longer, the monks realized that this was not a good idea, so they simply carried Guan Bo back to Baolin Temple.

The gates of Baolin Temple were opened with great effort. The valiant monks, who had fought bloody battles, carried the fast-sleeping Guan Bo back as victors, leaving the monks inside the temple wide-eyed in disbelief.

No one expected that a mere dozen or so monk soldiers could drive back hundreds of mountain bandits; it was nothing short of a miracle.

The abbot couldn't help but twitch as he watched Guan Bo, covered in blood, being carried in. The wound on his forehead, which had just been bandaged, started bleeding again.

However, this man, who was extremely shrewd, maintained a cautious and sorrowful expression on his face as he asked the monks, "Did this hero really sacrifice himself?"

"Don't worry, Abbot, he's just asleep," a soldier monk said excitedly.

"Sleeping...asleep?" The abbot had no idea how to respond to that question.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, although the abbot hated Guan Bo to the core, he dared not show any disrespect and could only awkwardly say, "Send the hero to his room to rest, the rest of you go and treat the wounded, and send some more people to confirm whether the bandits have really retreated..."

The series of orders were quite well-organized, showing that the abbot of Baolin Temple was indeed capable.

But the monk interrupted, "But Abbot, we are not injured."

The bandits' morale collapsed, and the monk soldiers were completely taking advantage of their weakened state. They were inherently stronger than the bandits and were also extremely cautious, so no one was injured.

The abbot's face twitched again, and he said, "You and the others are not injured, but others are, over a hundred people."

After saying this, the abbot turned and left, so angry that he didn't know what to say.

The monk scratched his head, puzzled, and said, "How come a hundred people were injured?! They didn't fight the bandits to the death, they were all drunk and fell down?"

Hearing this muttering from afar, the abbot almost fell over.

Guan Bo was completely unaware of this; he seemed to have fallen into a separate world while he was asleep.

Unbeknownst to them, the three lines—red, blue, and green—were slowly recovering, and soon grew even longer than before.