The Wind Barrier is created by Yasuo's longsword, where energy forms a wall of air currents.
Not only can it block enemy attacks, but it can also deflect the enemy's body, thus killing them. It is one of the most unsolvable techniques in the world.
But when it comes to magic...
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the Wind Barrier shattered, and Yasuo's sharp longsword broke in two.
Along with the shattering, Yasuo's skin, muscles, and bones were also broken. He looked like a leaking plastic bag, leaving a deep human-shaped hole in the earth, his body twisted into a bizarre and terrifying shape.
"Tch, they're really tough."
Fang Zong landed steadily on the ground, muttering to himself.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was just enough for everyone present to hear, and bursts of suppressed laughter immediately followed. They really couldn't hold it in any longer!
"Fang Zong!" Yasuo, with at least two hundred of his two hundred and six bones broken, still glared venomously upwards, his cornea ruptured and half his eye bloodshot: "If you're so capable, fight me fair and square. As a warrior, dying on the battlefield is an honor. Don't you feel ashamed to treat me like this?"
"What?" Fang Zong was dumbfounded.
He didn't do it on purpose, at least.
But when Yasuo ambushed him in Carmel-bye, it was absolutely intentional.
Fang Zong recalled a story from the Eastern Kingdom, during the Northern Song Dynasty, about the prefect of Changzhou named Tian Deng. Because his name contained the character "Deng," he forbade the people of the prefecture from using any word that sounded like "Deng" in their conversations.
So things become quite magical during the Lantern Festival.
During the Lantern Festival, it was customary to display lanterns, but homophones were forbidden. So, the officials issued a notice, removing the radical for "lantern" and replacing it with "fire," making the notice read, "This prefecture, according to custom, will set fires for three days." This terrified the people, who fled in panic. By the time they understood, it had become a refrain: "Only officials are allowed to set fires, while the common people are forbidden to light lanterns—what kind of world is this!"
Yeah, what kind of world is this?
Fang Zong felt wronged and even had to apologize.
"sorry!"
With a very sincere attitude, Fang Zong pulled Yasuo up and warmly grasped Yasuo's hand, shaking it even more enthusiastically: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really went astray, I'm so sorry!"
With a clatter, Yasuo's broken bones rubbed against each other.
The other generals, including Ba Dao, felt a chill run down their spines and felt sorry for Yasuo.
Is Fang Zong not satisfied until he kills Yasuo?
Okay, they turned their heads and saw nothing.
They're apologizing, how can you stop them?
"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a lot of white people ran over.
Fang Zong turned around and smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He looked very kind, but the people immediately trembled, swallowed hard, and still had to muster their courage to take Yasuo away.
"Sir, Mr. Fang." The other party had to bow respectfully.
Fang Zong shrugged: "I haven't finished apologizing yet."
"Sir, you can stop here once you've had your fill. We can't really let Commander Peter and Commander LeBlanc fall out, can we?"
The FBI agents quickly took Yasuo away. Fang Zong watched them leave, then said goodbye to Ba Dao and the others, and followed them with Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo.
They're all going in the same direction.
Led by the young man, Fang Zong and the others entered the mountains.
In front stand ten stone pillars side by side, each carved with two giant dragons, one above and one below, coiling and soaring through the clouds, swimming towards the center. In the center, there is a precious pearl surrounded by flames.
Old Wang was standing next to the pillar, dressed in a white Tai Chi uniform, looking like a retired senior cadre.
"Xiao Zong, do you want to come along?"
Old Wang got straight to the point, asking Fang Zong if he, like Li Xiaoran, wanted to develop one or two magical arts.
Fang Zong asked with delight, "How do I improve?"
“Use this.” Old Wang took out a small, transparent glass bottle containing a single azure droplet. “This is the Ten-Thousand-Year Emulsion, a wonderful treasure, but there’s very little of it, and it’s only effective for martial generals at the Dharma Gate level. Of course, you have other Dharma Gates that you can also improve through this.”
"No, thank you." Fang Zong refused decisively.
It's just something with an energy purity of at most 9.1; using it is tantamount to polluting yourself.
This isn't a treasure, it's poison!
Old Wang looked intently at Fang Zong's expression, then suddenly smiled, waved his hand, and Li Xiaoran, Xue Nuo, and the young man who brought them there disappeared without a trace.
Then he looked at Fang Zong, as if he wanted to say something.
But at that moment, a woman walked over from a distance.
Her gorgeous attire, alluring eyebrows and eyes, and cold, pale purple lips immediately caught Fang Zong's eye, and he greeted her with a playful smile:
"Hi, LeBlanc, long time no see."
"Yes, Mr. Fang, it's been a long time, and you've already given me a taste of my own medicine."
LeBlanc seemed to teleport, arriving instantly. She turned and stared at Old Wang: "The East needs to give America an explanation."
"You were sitting on the side." Old Wang clearly knew what had just happened.
Fang Zong nodded very seriously: "That's right, I sat on the side, it was an accident. Do you have any evidence that I did it on purpose?"
"Then you killed the Hungry Demon, do you have any evidence that it was us Americans who sent him to the East?"
Suddenly, LeBlanc asked in return.
Fang Zong's expression stiffened, and even Old Wang's face darkened.
Legend has it that before the United States dominated the Americas, the unparalleled warrior Pantheon was an unstoppable fighting elite. Born into the warlike Rakol people at the foot of Mount Targon, he was the physical embodiment of the Protoss of War, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake.
This terrifying warrior, after death, transformed into an even more horrifying demon and was sent to the Eastern Kingdom...
"Was it really made by the United States?" Fang Zong asked.
Old Wang's expression remained calm: "There's a 30% chance. LeBlanc came here for two reasons: first, to extradite Yasuo away, and second, because we from the East invited them to give an explanation for this matter."
"So it's just a dispute?"
"Yes, just like your current argument."
Old Wang remained silent, but LeBlanc laughed instead, her alluring eyes radiating pure charm. She said smugly, "Your feud with Yasuo is a personal matter, but the Hungry Demon incident is a matter of national importance. Mr. Fang, you may have gained a small advantage, but what about the bigger picture? Do you have any evidence? You only dealt with one Hungry Demon, that's just the surface. Can you dig deeper? You… don't have that ability!"
"Underestimating me?" Fang Zong chuckled.
It's true, he doesn't have the ability to deal with the Hungry Demon at a deeper level, but that doesn't mean he should suffer a loss.
"Make a phone call."
Fang Zong casually mentioned it and found an unfamiliar number in his contacts that was calling from America.
He never answered that number.
The call connected quickly, and a languid whisper, like that of a courtesan enticing one, came from the other end.
"Aren't you disgusted by talking to me on the phone?"
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The plot is a bit fast, but the pacing is a bit slow. I've noticed that, so please rest assured that I will control it well so that everyone can enjoy watching.
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