Chapter 197 A fatal strike, an enemy creditor

The light was gone, and the night was dark.

The light and heat of the day have all dissipated, and the chill of the night has come back to disturb people's sweet dreams.

In a rather luxurious house, the finest incense curls up, bringing a warm and sleep-inducing scent to people's hearts, and the fragrance spreads everywhere.

On the bed, a master had most of his body curled up in the quilt, with only his head exposed. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his body, which was strong enough to break rocks, was shaking uncontrollably, haunted by nightmares.

In the darkness, memories are constantly falling.

The memories that I didn't want to look back on came back again! Heavy rain, strong wind, lightning, thunder! The tall, strong, dark-skinned figure seemed like the most ferocious ghost in the world, coming against the strong wind and rain, ferocious and evil.

It was clearly one against six, a small number against a large number, and he was the first to attack!

When words have run out, fists are the best answer.

The surging true energy tore through the rain curtain, the buzzing between the internal organs suppressed the thunder, and the ochre-yellow light on the high-raised fist was far more dazzling than the lightning.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the moment he moved, his flesh and blood began to burn! When a master chooses not to live, everyone in the world will be trembling.

The six masters belong to four countries.

Bai Xundao, who was closest to the scene, had the most experience and retreated the moment he realized something was wrong.

Bai Xundao's disciples naturally followed suit and retreated immediately.

Even if their speed is not as fast as Mo Qiu's burning flesh and blood, it would be great if they can delay for a while longer - there are six of them anyway, they are bound to win, so why bother to confront Mo Qiu's burning flesh and blood head-on?

After all, once the flesh and blood are ignited, it is the real Taoism and life span that are damaged! Who is willing to play with their own life when they can win? Their choice is not wrong.

Once the two retreated, the one who would be in trouble would be the martial arts master of Dai Viet.

The martial arts masters of Dayue couldn't figure it out. There were six masters, two of whom were from Daqing and had a grudge against Dayue. Why did Moqiu choose him instead of someone else? ! But Moqiu, who had already taken action, didn't have any explanation. The earthy yellow true qi, which was so dense that it was almost condensed into substance, came head-on with the power to destroy mountains and break peaks, unstoppable! The masters of Dayue, who were unprepared, could not retreat in time and could only choose to bear it with their bodies. As long as they could delay it temporarily, help would surely arrive soon. After all, the masters' reaction speed was very fast.

But the moment of contact, Grandmaster Dai Yue regretted it.

The moment the two figures approached, a violent torrent of true energy swept across an area of ​​ten feet in radius. Even a master would not be able to keep his body steady within this ten-foot range. Mo Qiu's originally tall and strong body had become visibly thinner, and he hardly looked like a human!

Such a price was exchanged for a terrifying Qi that was like a torrent of heaven and earth! The five martial arts masters who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack were directly knocked out by the nearly tangible Qi before they could get close. Their heads were buzzing and they felt dizzy.

The two Daqing martial arts masters who moved the fastest had blood oozing from the corners of their mouths and their skin was stinging. The surging true qi was certainly not enough to take their lives, but under such an indiscriminate attack, their own true qi could not withstand this extremely domineering torrent of true qi. Even with the barrier of their physical bodies, their internal organs were inevitably damaged.

The Grandmaster's physical body can be considered invincible in the mortal world, but his internal organs are still much more fragile in comparison.

And what they experienced was merely the aftermath of the battle center!

As the surging true energy slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, the tall bamboo pole was holding a tattered corpse, standing there quietly.

There were no continuous fights, no exquisite moves, and no set of dazzling and amazing martial arts from a grandmaster.

The beginning is the end.

This was a life-and-death attack by a master with all his might, and there was no coming back.

All the efforts and achievements as a warrior along the way were burned in exchange for a sure kill.

When a young and strong martial arts master is ready to burn everything to find someone in exchange for one, and that person is not far away, the best thing to do is to hope that person does not choose him.

For a master of the same level, no one can stop this move.

What really makes the martial arts master superior is not his martial arts that far surpass those of ordinary people, nor his true qi that is better than the finest iron and sharp weapons, but his self-destruction.

One for one above the Grandmaster, I am invincible below the Grandmaster!

No matter how noble you are or how extraordinary you are, when a master decides to do whatever it takes, another master must die in order to offset the master's wrath.

This is the Grandmaster’s greatest asset.

And now, Moqiu used this capital without any nonsense or hesitation.

An unexpected, life-threatening blow! The martial arts master from Dai Viet didn't even resist at all - no, or it was useless for him to resist, at most his flesh and blood would be set on fire, and he would definitely die without a complete body.

"Moqiu."

Bai Xundao looked at the skinny figure and muttered to himself, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

"The plan failed."

Bai Xundao's disciple, another martial arts master of Daqi, said with some regret, but more of relief.

Of course they knew that the Grandmaster was willing to risk his life for a one-for-one fight.

This is the real reason why the masters of several countries are unwilling to personally go to the battlefield to fight - if they are pushed to the limit, a hot-blooded martial arts master may emerge from the enemy country.

So not using the grandmaster is good for every grandmaster.

Besides, who would have the time to play with their lives? Do they have so many lives to play with? !

After practicing hard for forty or fifty years, you have finally reached the top of the martial arts. Instead of enjoying the great wealth and glory, and striving for countless fame and fortune, you are so desperate that you would trade one-for-one with others for their ultimate ability?

Their plan was to win over Mo Qiu first. If successful, they would turn the enemy into a friend. Even if they failed, as long as they could shake Mo Qiu's will and make him not have the will to die, they could leave a loophole for him to break through and then settle accounts with him.

It is very troublesome to kill a grandmaster. First of all, you cannot show the determination to kill, otherwise the grandmaster in the victorious state will risk his life directly, and this is the fate of the martial arts grandmaster of Dai Viet.

The second is to constantly consume the blood and spirit of the Grandmaster, and wait until the opponent can hardly be driven even if his flesh and blood are ignited, then it will be possible to kill the enemy without hurting yourself.

That’s why people rarely hear about the winner of a fight between two masters—if a one-on-one fight still involves life and death, then there is no winner, and both will die! When the stars fell from the sky in Yuzhou at night, the immortals met face to face, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Mo Qiu, the White Lotus Sect Leader, and Huang Chao all fought each other, but no one decided to choose immortality over life. It was almost enough.

This authority that belongs exclusively to the Grandmaster gives him the qualification of being truly transcendent.

There is no bloody battle between grandmasters, only a fight to the death.

"This lunatic!"

The thinner Grandmaster from Daqing cursed with a mixture of anger and relief.

They had already made all the calculations, using intimidation or inducement, but they had avoided this worst tacit choice.

Mo Qiu's action seemed reckless, but because he had taken the initiative, the burning of flesh and blood was completely completed in an instant. This was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Before coming, the other party must have made sufficient preparations, and even used special skills to brew for a long enough time, otherwise it would not be so fast, so fast that even the master could not react and burn all his promoted flesh and blood in an instant! He deserved the name of a madman!

"He's not dead yet!"

Dayong's martial arts master climbed up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with lingering fear.

God bless them, because Daqi and Daqing each sent two martial arts masters, the martial arts masters of Dayue and Dayong, who only sent one, naturally seemed a little outnumbered. They became closer to each other and agreed to take care of each other.

As a result, because of this care, Dayong's martial arts master did not retreat in time, and even wanted to rush forward to help stop one or two attacks, resulting in serious injuries.

"Um?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the remaining martial arts masters all looked over.

Sure enough, Mo Qiu had not fallen down yet. Although his body was literally skin and bones, his tall body like a bamboo pole was still standing, and his pair of black eyes were still looking at them.

With such self-destructive foundation, the martial arts master is doomed to die. It’s just that no one knows what kind of power is supporting him and preventing him from dying yet.

"Why would you do that?"

Bai Xundao took a few steps forward and came close to Mo Qiu. He looked at the unrecognizable Great Yue Grandmaster in Mo Qiu's hand and shook his head slightly, saying, "As a fellow Grandmaster, you could have enjoyed all the glory and wealth. Even if you have no interest in it, you can still come to Daqi to display your talents and ambitions. If you die in exchange for someone else's life like this, who will remember you?"

Mo Qiu's eyes turned and his gaze slowly focused. Everything in front of him seemed a little blurry. After looking for a while, he realized that the person in front of him was Bai Xundao.

"It's moral. I won't sell it."

The sound was completely different from the previous one, like the tone of broken bamboo joints and damaged jade colliding.

"People are about to die, where is your morality? After you die, will the Mohist School have a second master? What can the people of Dayue gain from your death?"

The lean martial arts master from Daqing also walked up to Moqiu, stared into his eyes, and spoke almost close to his face.

There was no expression on Mo Qiu's face. His skin was tightly attached to his bones, making him look like a skeleton. Only his eyeballs were still moving, but they had lost much of their luster.

"You're scared."

Mo Qiu said.

"I'm afraid?!"

He was irritated, "Ha, look at you now! I'm afraid of you?!"

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He looked around, and his allies who were also Grandmasters all raised their voices a lot, "Ha, isn't it ridiculous, he actually said that I was afraid!"

Those eyes were still staring at him quietly, without saying a word.

This made him feel completely humiliated that he was looked down upon by a man whose flesh and blood was burning!

"You are going to die! Are you unwilling to accept this? You must die with your eyes wide open! After you die, I will go to Dayue, kill the Mohists, and destroy the Mohist school. Your teachings will be completely banned, and the people will not be allowed to spread your reputation! Guess how long it will take for your name to be forgotten when Dayue is completely ruined?

No, you killed the martial arts master of Dayue, so you will become the culprit who caused the destruction of Dayue! Countless people will curse your name and put all the blame on you!

In terms of mundane time, I can live to that day, but you are destined to endure endless infamy in your grave!"

Enraged, he said without compromise: "The winner takes everything, this is the reality! Do you think you are great for risking your life for justice? I tell you, all your ideas will not come true, all your efforts will be in vain! So what if a master is replaced? Is there only one master here? Is there only one master in the four countries?!

Your morality is completely vulnerable in the face of sufficient power!"

Faced with his anger, Mo Qiu's eyes focused for a moment.

A mocking smile appeared on that skull-like face.

Before his anger could rise again, the khaki light suddenly appeared again! He was completely unprepared, and violently punched directly into his chest, causing severe pain.

"ha"

As he flew backwards, he heard the scornful laughter and saw the falling figure.

Didn't fall down.

Bai Xundao reached out and supported Mo Qiu's body.

The eyes haven't closed yet, but the light has been lost.

A master of his generation, a giant of the Mohist school, a natural saint, no longer has any aura.

“Damn it!!”

He climbed up from the ground, his internal organs aching. This final blow dealt him a heavy blow! "I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

The angry Great Green Master was about to step forward.

Bai Xundao said, "That's enough! When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. The past is gone."

After a pause, Bai Xundao continued, "He is a good man. Let's bury him."

“Why?!”

He asked angrily.

"At my pleasure!"

Bai Xundao looked back at him coldly, "Don't make trouble."

Only then did he remember.

Daqi is the strongest one.

Bai Xundao's life is coming to an end.

No matter which one, don't mess with them.

The severe pain in his lungs continued, but he could not utter a word.

It turns out that even if you are a martial arts master, you cannot rely solely on your heart without the willingness to risk your life.

He actually began to understand Mo Qiu a little.

It turns out that many things cannot be done without risking one's life.

"Hiss~"

The pain in his lungs woke up Grandmaster Daqing, who had finally fallen asleep. He reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. What was even more severe than the pain in his body was that every time he fell asleep, he would constantly recall the previous scenes like a nightmare.

Even though many days have passed, it is still deeply imprinted in my mind.

His voice alarmed another Grandmaster of Daqing, who came in with medicine and asked, "Did you dream about Mo Qiu again?"

"Headache."

He shook his head, reached out to take the calming medicine, and drank it in one gulp.

"The man is dead, what are you worried about? Can Mo Qiu crawl out of that grave? If you are really angry, you can wait for Bai Xundao to die of old age and then secretly dig up his grave."

The companion comforted him.

"Nothing."

He shook his head again, threw the medicine bowl aside, and pressed his chest, "It's just that my internal organs hurt a little."

"That's fine. Once the flood recedes and Dayue is divided up, we can kill a few more Mohists in revenge. Don't take it too seriously." said the companion.

"Yes, I know."

He answered like this, but his mind was still not clear for some reason.

How could a martial arts master, the pinnacle of the world, live like this?

He hadn't figured out the answer yet, but a sound like thunder that shook the heaven and earth rang out first.

"The four great masters of the country, they haven't escaped, right?"

The sound shook the whole area and spread far away in the silent night, like the sound of Huangzhong and Dalu.

This night, someone is seeking revenge.

(End of this chapter)