# Chapter 18: Invincible Part 1
Turning back, he opened the status panel. Thanks to those five people, Joshua had gained enough experience to level up, and the three commonly used attributes each increased by one point with the level up.
The current warrior now stood at the peak of Silver Shining Soul. With just two more levels, he would be able to transcend the boundary of Silver, cross the Gold barrier that ordinary people couldn't overcome in a lifetime, and arrive at the domain of Glory, becoming a powerhouse capable of protecting a region in this era.
Standing in the hall, breathing slowly to recover his stamina, Joshua did not leave, nor had he ever planned to. Since agreeing to the old steward to clear out all the trash in the mansion, he had no intention of letting a single enemy escape.
Anger, disgust, contempt—various emotions swirled in his eyes before slowly settling. Joshua's expression returned to calm, but a blazing fire had been ignited in his heart.
Merely beheading?
What a joke!
Aside from him and Ying—everyone in the mansion had to die!
Clatter clatter—dense and orderly footsteps converged from nearby, then surged toward the hall like fish joining a school, streams merging into rivers. In Joshua's perception, the shining light points originally scattered throughout the Lord's Manor had almost all gathered together.
And they were right ahead.
A few seconds later, the delayed second wave of guards appeared at the other end of the hall. Compared to the first wave of five Silver guards, they were less than a minute late. Under such sudden circumstances, this could be considered well-trained.
"Ying, step back a bit. No, you go outside."
Looking at these elite mercenaries secretly trained by the Wilson family, Joshua spoke calmly to the girl behind him without turning around.
"B-but, you just said next time you'd definitely use me!"
Ying found it hard to accept. Since the contract, there had been several times she thought she would be used, but who knew her master was so strong that he had taken care of all the enemies barehanded.
But this time was clearly different—that was nineteen Silver warriors!
"Divine Mechanization only lasts an hour. It should be saved for the most dangerous moment. As for now..."
Joshua looked at the enemies already forming ranks ahead and couldn't help but let out a light laugh.
The leader was a knight clad in full heavy armor. After sweeping his shocked gaze across the already devastated hall with the corpses of five companions, he immediately glared angrily at Joshua and barked out orders: "Enemy ahead!"
"Yes!"
Without any wasted words or communication, responding to the command, the nineteen Silver knights let out a sharp shout and formed a formation. With the momentum to trample all obstacles in their path and chilling footsteps, they charged straight at the lone warrior. Walls and chairs, pillars and potted plants—all were smashed apart and crushed to pieces by these human-shaped war chariots!
They were the elite secretly cultivated by the Wilson family, battle-hardened and experienced, having exterminated countless magical beasts and defeated many enemies. They had even fought and triumphed over White Dragons roaming the Extreme North Icefield. The White Dragon Mercenary Corps got its name from this—it was one of the strongest and largest mercenary corps in the Northern lands. Their equipment was exceptionally fine, and not even the Black Tide could break their ranks, let alone a single enemy before them!
Facing the phalanx of nineteen Silver knights charging toward him, Joshua slowly closed his eyes, as if these knights—capable of conquering cities and dominating battlefields—didn't exist at all.
"Since the time travel, orcs, title, betrayal..."
He seemed to be muttering something, but in this chaotic hall, no one could hear him: "One shocking piece of news after another, leaving me no time to react."
Why would mercenaries care about a dazed enemy? They paid no attention to Joshua's unusual state. The noise of armor rubbing against armor masked the increasingly loud heartbeats. Hot blood rushed to their heads, also making them overlook the increasingly dense light mist surrounding the enemy.
The metallic smell of steel mixed with the scent of leather rushed toward him. The nearest enemy was less than five meters away from Joshua.
Blades and spears were right before his eyes.
At that moment, Joshua opened his eyes. Crimson light spread. He raised his right hand again, clenched it into a fist, and declared proudly: "But I don't care about any of it!"
Before his retina, the characters representing the system refreshed like a river, finally freezing into six bold large characters—
[Ultimate Essence·Power of the Gods!]
Boom!
Accompanied by a rumbling thunderous sound, a semicircular air shield rose with Joshua at its center, then exploded brilliantly. Under the illumination of crimson-golden light, countless shockwaves shot outward. Overflowing Battle Qi crackled like lightning. The warrior raised his head, his eyes dyed red by the crimson glow. A layer of strange luster covered his skin due to the highly active Battle Qi. When he opened his mouth, white mist carrying golden light particles emerged. His arrogant and heroic voice overpowered all other noise, echoing through the hall.
"I just want to know how strong I am. That's all. Nothing else!"
The originally quiet hall suddenly became scorching hot. Accompanied by the bizarre sight of the atmosphere distorting, the light aura on Joshua's body split the air. White mist-like shockwaves oscillated back and forth, knocking everything askew. Though alone, his momentum was like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses! Facing the full-force charge of nineteen Silver-rank warriors, he chose—not to dodge, not to evade!
"Die!"
With the howling roar of flesh tearing through air, one could only vaguely see a crimson phantom suddenly appear before the leading heavy-armor knight. Under the gaze of eyes as cold as ice and iron, the knight couldn't react at all before a fist filled his entire field of vision.
Puchi—
Before the power pushed to its limit, the head of this heavily armored knight was smashed to pieces with a single blow. Blood mist filled the air. His body stood frozen in place, then slowly fell. Joshua flickered and disappeared again.
If before, Joshua had been killing with technique, then now, using the wandering swordsman's ultimate secret art [Power of the Gods], with more than double his previous strength, Joshua was attacking with the purest violence! During the twenty-five seconds the effect lasted, he was an unstoppable monster, a human-shaped giant beast capable of dismantling cities barehanded. In a direct confrontation, not even a Gold-rank warrior could match him!
Strength, multiplied by concentrated force, equals destructive power—how much destruction would such terrifying power, combined with the experience of a legendary warrior, cause?
Crush! Overwhelm! Unstoppable!
Like being hit by a steamroller, another armored knight was sent flying. His weapon shattered, his body twisted, and he died cleanly in midair. Within one second, having lost their leader and one comrade, the remaining Silver warriors erupted in uproar, their formation showing signs of collapse.
But ultimately, they were elites who had undergone strict training. In the end, these warriors didn't scatter and maintained a complete formation. However, Joshua's experience was far too rich! He was the strongest legendary warrior who had never lost a single battle across countless battlefields. Even the slightest opening that others couldn't even perceive was an opportunity for him!
"Weak!"
In his hand was a cross hammer snatched from the headless corpse of the leading knight. The warrior's foot stomped the ground, and in an instant, he appeared at the right side of the formation. His eyes held only a crimson glow. Joshua felt as if he had returned to that orc battlefield, that time when he alone cut down three hundred orcs. He laughed without restraint: "So weak!"
Accompanied by this wild laugh, a perfectly standard downward slash descended toward the several people before him!
No matter what, these mercenaries were Silver-rank elites. Although Joshua's speed had become too fast to track with the naked eye, a few still detected his movements. And on the right side of the formation, there happened to be such a person. He noticed the enemy had reached his side and had already raised his weapon, preparing to strike down...
But!
There was no time to speak, no time to warn, no time to raise a weapon to block! The air vibrated, letting out a shrill howl. The crisp sound of bones and flesh shattering echoed through the hall. Two warriors, whose shoulders and chests had been smashed apart by the hammer, flew out, blood and flesh splattering everywhere!
"A bunch of trash. I've killed hundreds of thousands of scum like you. I'm sick of it!"
Blood splattered onto Joshua's face, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he revealed a ferocious yet thoroughly exhilarated smile.
Because the enemy outnumbered him? Because the enemy was strong? Because the enemy might pose a threat to him? So he should retreat, dodge, block, parry?
Bullshit!
Whether in games or reality, past or present, when had he ever been cautious and careful, hiding and skulking?
No! Never! From the moment he was born, Joshua had never known what retreat or compromise meant. If you had the ability, face him head-on and take him down. Otherwise, shut up!
Now! With [Power of the Gods], Joshua was invincible!
This was real reality, a real different world. The increase in power wasn't just in grip strength, arm strength, or explosive power—even speed increased with the rise in output. Before the enemy could react, Joshua simply threw the blood-stained cross hammer with all his might, not caring what results it would achieve. His entire form flickered, and he charged again!