The autumn air was crisp and desolate, and the swords rang out with a clear, sharp sound. With the help of the lingering energy accumulated here, Dao Chengyi happily acquired another Gu. After the third transformation, refining Gu was no longer as time-consuming as before. As long as the conditions were right, it was not difficult to complete it in an instant.
Acquired from the sword on the battlefield, it reveals the intent of war. The sword is for killing and conquest; without a doubt, this is a completely combat-oriented Gu worm.
It hadn't tested its specific effects, but it was extremely excited at the moment, facing the onslaught of such a fierce army. Dao Chengyi dared not let it out now.
He could only suppress it, then secretly absorbed the malevolent energy here, and then collided directly with the charging iron cavalry of the army.
This military formation would not normally harm the participants in the Green Mang Battle, but only if the participants did not provoke them.
Today, Dao Chengyi's actions triggered a certain change. The phantoms slowly solidified, especially the young general who led the charge, who thrust forward with a long spear.
As the swords clashed, Dao Cheng felt as if he were facing a deep-sea whale or a land-based giant elephant, its tail swaying and hooves stamping with unparalleled power, making it difficult to resist.
For the first time, he felt inferior in terms of strength. If he hadn't used the Power Gu to triple his strength the moment they made contact, he probably would have lost his grip on the sword and been impaled and hung upside down.
Upon contact, the military spirit, forged from the collective will of the elite troops who had fought countless battles in the southern borderlands, and whose blood had been shed in countless battles, was washed away and transformed into a soul that replaced the spirit.
Bloodlust, coldness, cruelty, overwhelming killing intent, a life-or-death struggle for victory, accompanied by the wails of the countless people slaughtered in the southern borderlands, all aimed to corrupt Dao Chengyi's soul and turn him into a pure killing machine.
But, unfortunately...
Dao Chengyi regretfully gave up on absorbing these negative wills for the time being, otherwise he could have used these Gu materials to condense another Gu.
The movement to block the first shot was slow and heavy, but it became smoother and smoother afterward, the sword moving like a dragon, dodging the gaps.
Amidst the thick, malevolent aura, his somewhat tattered dark blue robes went unnoticed, but the sword marks—clearly visible, gleaming with autumn light and frosty whiteness—were strikingly vivid.
Battle flags fluttered, hooves clashed, iron cavalry brandished their lances, and a murderous aura surged into the sky. Faced with such a terrifying military force, human strength was so insignificant. The combined power of the army, united as one, was so strong that even the kings of foreign tribes would have to die in the Yellow Springs, enduring the trampling pain that they still cannot escape to this day.
Naturally, everyone assumed that when the army that once ravaged the southern border and expanded the territory of the dynasty reappeared, they would be just as unable to resist it.
But if that's the case, then why would Qingmang City deploy such a military formation every year when the Qingmang Battle begins?
"To dare to throw a punch when facing a strong enemy, and to face the battlefield without fear, that is the mark of a truly superior person."
"We have truly lived up to General Guo's good intentions."
Huang Yulang looked admiringly at Dao Chengyi, whose sword strikes were as swift as dragons and whose figure was as graceful as a leaf. In the more than 100 years since the establishment of Qingmang City, this was the only person who dared to charge into battle alone with a sword.
"There are still five minutes left. Let's see if he can hold on."
Timing it perfectly, the envoy from the Mighty Bull Demon Sect watched as the military formation plate in the room slowly faded in color; this was the core of activating the formation.
At this point, the other contestants seemed to have grasped some of the key points as well. Faced with the cavalry that repeatedly passed by them without harming anyone, some of the bold and confident individuals were eager to try their luck.
"If others can do it, why can't I? How can I let a madman act so arrogantly!"
The next second, this person took the initiative and began to swing a giant spiked club at the cavalryman.
The cavalryman was immediately smashed into oblivion, but before he could be arrogant for even five seconds, the enraged cavalryman drew his sword and swept it across him.
Lacking any skill yet swift as a whirlwind, it instantly slashed the man's body, leaving countless wounds. Then, it reined in its horse, raised its hooves, and trampled him to the ground.
With a piercing scream, the radish-sized envoy of the Upper Sect, who was guarding the array plate inside the room, lightly tapped his finger, and the flow of energy split off, leaving behind only a person with pale skin, bloodshot eyes, and convulsing body.
In just one minute, this person was unable to get up again. Then look at Dao Chengyi, who had been roaming freely for two minutes, wielding his sword and dancing. Although he was in a dangerous situation, he remained standing tall and unmoved.
The others felt a chill run down their spines. Could the difference in skill really be so vast? They were all martial arts practitioners, so how could this person be so extraordinary?
"So that's where the secret lies!"
Niu Tianzhang watched Dao Chengyi's actions, then laughed loudly. He also stepped out of the safe viewing area and into the past image that was like a mirage in the water. Unlike the others, he simply waited for the cavalry to attack before parrying, and then threw punches. He did not actively kill a phantom, but instead honed himself by attacking from all directions and using the killing intent.
As smooth as water, he enveloped his entire body, using ordinary fists and feet to defend against the attacks of spears, swords, and fierce horses. It was he who started this, and his techniques were naturally seen through by others. In an instant, everyone displayed their unique abilities, and various martial arts battles began.
Vibrant and passionate life surged into the remnants of the past, and with self-confidence and a passion for martial arts, began a pure struggle against the predecessors who created the comfortable environment we enjoy today.
The merchant's daughter, wearing silk gloves, plucked strings in the air. The invisible silk threads somehow deflected and entangled various attacks, triggering them and producing music through vibrations. This music blended with the battlefield, creating a somber and murderous melody.
Liao Jia's insect-men used mantis-like fist techniques with both hands, their arm bones flipping outwards, their legs twisting and turning outwards, leaping and dodging freely on the battlefield, their sickles slicing wheat and cutting grass with a continuous clanging sound.
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