Chapter 1081: Civil and Military Affairs Reversed (Part 10) [Two-in-One]
"The aura of Weicheng..." Qian Yong felt his scalp tingle under the pressure of this aura, and he nervously swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. His original optimism was replaced by worry, and he felt that his old life was going to end today. "How could it have skyrocketed so much?"
Ji Moqiu's actions resulted in a loss of 800 for himself and an aid of 80,000 for the enemy.
Wei Cheng's current momentum is so strong that one man can be worth ten thousand!
Only by seeing it with one's own eyes can one truly understand why there are twenty ranks of martial arts masters, and only those ranked 20th, the Marquis, are qualified to be bestowed with the top honors of "one man can hold off ten thousand" and "brave beyond compare in the three armies." Look at their imposing presence; they truly deserve such praise.
Amidst the shock, their eyes were overflowing with envy.
I wonder if he will ever have the chance to display his power and strength, commanding an army single-handedly, even once in his life. It would be worth it if he died on the battlefield.
Qian Yong said with deep concern, "I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic."
Shen Tang said quietly, "A rank 20 Marquis isn't some rotten cabbage on the street. Can't he even let loose before he dies?"
Qian Yong nearly popped his eyes out.
Hesitantly, he asked, "Before... I died?"
If it were anyone else spouting such boastful words, Qian Yong would have completely ignored them, perhaps even mocking them for being arrogant and overestimating their abilities. However, the person who spoke these words was Shen Tang. In Qian Yong's eyes, Shen Tang was an even more bizarre and incomprehensible oddity than a twentieth-rank Marquis. Having known her for so many years, it seemed that no matter what nonsense she uttered, it would eventually come true.
If it weren't for this time...
So too?
So what if Wei Cheng is a powerful 20th-rank Marquis!
Yun Da was also a 20th-rank Marquis, and he and Wei Cheng were old monsters from the same era, their strength being roughly equal. However, Yun Da, over two hundred years old, donned his armor and went out into the Northern Desert battlefield, only to encounter Shen Tang, and didn't he still die in a muddle? Who knows if Wei Cheng will be an exception?
This thought miraculously calmed Qian Yong's anxiety.
He carefully observed every move made by both sides on the battlefield.
They were afraid that if they blinked or lost focus, they would miss important details.
Shen Tang smiled meaningfully: "We'll wait and see."
She dared to gamble her conscience on something big!
Old Deng, represented by Wei Chengyunda, couldn't outsmart others even a hundred years ago. Now that he's been living a reclusive life for over a century, does he think he can turn things around? He's probably already been completely outmaneuvered.
To confirm her guess, Shen Tang asked Gong Xi Chou, "The high priest's face is still on Wei Cheng's body, right?"
"It's still there."
Gong Xiqiu responded when he had a moment.
Shen Tang became even more certain: "Just as I thought."
The battlefield situation changes rapidly.
The exchange not only failed to deplete Wei Cheng's strength, but also completely unleashed the shackles on his power. Anyone else would have mentally collapsed under such pressure. Ji Moqiu, however, remained aloof. The other half of his face, untouched by blood, showed no emotion whatsoever, eerily calm. This made one wonder: did Ji Moqiu possess some hidden trump card, or was he simply ignorant and fearless?
Faced with Wei Cheng's threat, Ji Moqiu didn't rush to retort. Instead, he did something unbelievable—self-harm!
He gripped the spear shaft with his right hand, removed the chainmail finger guards from his left hand, and tightly held the spearhead, its tip brushing against the red tassel. The sharp blade easily pierced his palm, and crimson blood gushed from the wound, dripping incessantly from between his fingers, his hand, and his wrist guards.
Ji Moqiu seemed oblivious to the pain, letting the blood mingle with the soil beneath his feet. Only after doing this did he leisurely and languidly raise his spear to meet the attack. Others might not understand Ji Moqiu's little scheme, but Wei Cheng felt he saw right through it!
Jimo Qiu is preparing to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.
After all, no matter how gifted he is, even receiving the "enlightenment" from a rank 20 Marquis at such a young age isn't enough to elevate him to the same level as himself. His advantage lies in his youth and great potential, but his disadvantage is also his young age and lack of room for growth!
Faced with certain death, the only option is to find another way.
Use the high priest's unorthodox methods to fight for a way to survive!
This self-harm and bloodshed was merely to release the divine power within his blood, making it easier for Ji Moqiu to later cast the High Priest's spells.
Wei Cheng sneered as he charged forward: "It's nothing but a death throes!"
Ji Moqiu's actions also confirmed Wei Cheng's guess.
Countless plants burst forth from the ground along the path, instantly growing into bizarre and grotesque man-eating plants, including Lin Feng's favorite [Corpse Vine]! They were draped in vibrant colors, constantly releasing a rich, sweet scent into the air. An ordinary person would feel paralyzed, their strength drained, and an unprecedented drowsiness wash over them upon smelling it. But Wei Cheng was not a living person!
He is merely a skeleton general capable of action and thought!
"How dare these ants stop me!"
With that disdainful roar, a terrifying sonic boom began its violent clearing! The sprawling plants were blasted to smithereens, countless severed limbs and debris flying everywhere. Ignoring the endless stream of plants sprouting to fill the empty spaces, Wei Cheng, like a cannonball, tore through the obstacles, gathering all his strength in his mace. As he swung it, even the air itself seemed to distort!
You can vaguely see strands of silvery-white silk flowing in the air.
These are spatial rifts!
Although the crack was inconspicuous and could heal in the blink of an eye, Wei Cheng did it without using any incantations, relying solely on speed, strength, and explosive aura. This was truly commendable! A 20th-rank Marquis who survived was no pushover!
Ji Moqiu tentatively countered, and as expected, Wei Cheng's single move caused his blood to surge, and he could hear the cracking sound of his right arm bone breaking. Immediately following was an endless, violent, deathly aura that forcefully invaded, wildly coursing through his meridians and spreading throughout his entire body.
These deathly energies are like countless blades!
Give him a brutal torture, a slow and agonizing death, from the inside out!
Before Ji Moqiu could even feel the pain, Wei Cheng's second move followed immediately, the mace aimed directly at his heart!
"Only keep the fattiest parts of the ingredients; offal and such have little flavor and can ruin your mood."
Wei Cheng's tone was indifferent.
Unfortunately, because Ji Moqiu dodged, the mace's landing point deviated, and the target changed from his heart to his left arm. The beast-headed shoulder caved in with a thud, followed by a series of chilling cracking sounds, and the entire arm crashed heavily to the ground.
This scene made Shen Tang tighten the reins abruptly.
The motorcycle beneath her yelped in pain, neighing in dissatisfaction. But Chen Tang ignored it, her grip on the ground undiminished, which greatly annoyed the motorcycle. It snorted restlessly, pawing the ground with its front hooves, its eyes darting around, seemingly contemplating whether to throw the person off its back. She was truly going against the grain! Didn't she notice it was hurting?!
Fortunately, Shen Tang loosened up before the motorcycle rebellion.
Ji Moqiu appeared unharmed in another corner of the battlefield.
The previously seriously injured "he" revealed his true appearance after falling to the ground.
It was a life-sized tree-man.
The only unusual thing was that the wound on the treant didn't ooze white sap, but rather a pool of bright red blood! Wei Cheng glanced at it casually, without any anger. If the high priest of the Gongxi clan were killed so easily, wouldn't it make him look incredibly foolish for being tricked back then? This is fine too; let the ingredients move around more, and the meat will be even more delicious! Go hide and run as you please!
With a swift movement, he closed in once more.
Ji Moqiu's face turned slightly pale.
Thanks to this grove of trees nourished by his blood, he could instantly exchange himself with any plant and temporarily save his life.
Even so, escaping Wei Cheng's pursuit was no easy task.
In this desperate situation, he tried to calm his breathing and suppress his wildly beating heart. Without thinking, he raised his hand and gathered martial energy to his fingertips. A blur flashed by as he struck various acupoints to imprison them and stimulate the languid martial energy stored in his meridians. This part of the inert martial energy did not belong to him, but to the 20th-rank Marquis given to him by the [Enlightenment]!
The forced activation was successful, and martial energy overflowed wildly.
In the instant it surged forth, it traveled through his meridians with an unstoppable and tyrannical force, violently driving away the death energy that clung to his bones like maggots!
Gong Xichou's heart leaped into his throat!
"Big brother—"
The military officers present were all deeply moved by his actions.
His actions are second only to the danger of self-immolation. The latter is a completely desperate skill that leaves no way out for oneself. When a fight reaches this point, it is inevitably because the enemy has driven one into a corner, and the practitioner often harbors the idea of mutual destruction.
If I/I don't want to live, you/I'll die too!
He poured years of hard training into fighting people.
Ji Moqiu deliberately released the major acupoints on his body. While it wasn't exactly a complete gamble, it was a risky move, squeezing out his already cultivated martial energy and overdrawing his talent for a temporary boost in combat power. If he survived the battle, he would be unable to fight for a while, and his strength and cultivation level would decline.
The more you overdraw, the bigger the decline will be!
The higher a martial artist goes, the more difficult the training becomes.
It will probably take several years to make up for what we did today.
"...But it's still better than losing your life." Wei Shou looked at Ji Moqiu with more appreciation in his eyes. He admired such brave and fearless true men the most. In this world, only those geniuses who survive are true geniuses. Those who don't survive deserve only to be called dead!
Compared to the honor of life, these costs are worthwhile!
In a corner overlooked by everyone, Gong Xi Chou's brow relaxed. Those unaware of the situation might misunderstand and think his elder brother was gambling with his future, but Gong Xi Chou knew things weren't that bad yet—he had to thank the kind-hearted Marquis Che, who had given his elder brother such a profound awakening!
If one cultivates independently, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth requires purifying it bit by bit, removing impurities, adding several steps and significantly reducing efficiency. After successfully achieving [Enlightenment], any unabsorbed martial energy will be stored in the recipient's most vital and expansive meridians. During daily cultivation, one must absorb this energy, activating as much as absorbed, gradually transforming it into one's own.
The efficiency of cultivation has increased by more than double or triple!
The elder brother just unleashed not his own martial energy, but the energy of a kind-hearted 20th-rank Marquis. It's no wonder so many people dream of getting rich overnight; they don't care about spending what isn't theirs!
Faced with Ji Moqiu's sudden surge in strength, Wei Cheng initially didn't take it seriously. No matter how strong an ant is, it can't reach his knees. Two breaths later, the flames in his eyes became more serious, and the arc and frequency of his leaps noticeably decreased by more than half.
Under normal circumstances, there is a limit to how hard you can work.
It has already exceeded the upper limit.
The imperial advisor, who was watching the battle, immediately saw through the scheme.
With a couple of twitches of his thin lips, Wei Cheng instantly understood, followed by a surge of nameless rage that overwhelmed his reason. He laughed in exasperation: "Fine, fine, impressive! No wonder you're from the Gongxi clan. You've really made the most of that idiot!"
Did you think you could survive from him with this little bit of cleverness?
If he had just shown some pity for the ingredients, even indulging in the leisurely pace of chasing them to increase their activity level, now he only had one thought: to crush Ji Moqiu's head! Deceiving people for a century and continuing to fool them! The Gongxi clan has truly gone too far!
Because his physical strength hadn't reached the twentieth rank of Marquis, even if Ji Moqiu used forbidden techniques, he couldn't detonate all the inert martial energy. He could only try to increase his strength and narrow the gap between them. Even so, Ji Moqiu still couldn't see through Wei Cheng's full strength.
but--
Ji Moqiu secretly calculated the amount of blood loss in his mind.
A complete map of the battlefield, along with the deployment of the three armies, appeared in my mind.
On the map, there is a region emitting a red glow in the middle, containing about a hundred red dots. Upon closer inspection, one will discover that these red dots represent the areas where Ji Moqiu briefly stayed to evade the Wei city's attack not long ago, and each one bears his blood!
Shen Tang calmly watched as Ji Moqiu launched his counterattack.
The timing of the counterattack was also exquisite.
She murmured, "...My blood is divine power."
These were the words spoken by Ji Moqiu himself, and it was this sentence that completely put Shen Tang at ease. No matter how the situation between the two changed, or how disadvantaged Ji Moqiu was, she could remain calm.
because--
Ji Moqiu is not the only one who can use divine power.
Shen Tang stroked the Wenxin Huajuan (a type of talisman) at her waist—the Martial Tiger Talisman had been forcibly deactivated—gathering literary energy at her fingertips, she mentally reviewed the battle plan and the contents of the intensively studied Word Spirits. When she opened her eyes again, she gave Chu Yao a wink, and the latter nodded and bowed.
"only."
The spear tip rapidly enlarged before Wei Cheng's eyes, and the red tassel on the shaft transformed into flowing red and white flames. Its aura was extremely strong and yang. Even though Wei Cheng had long since lost his flesh and blood body, he could still feel the scorching heat rushing towards him. His soul felt as if it had been burned, and he felt an unbearable burning itch!
In that instant, Wei Cheng unleashed his most powerful attack.
"You—"
More than a century of hatred was poured into this mace.
Wei Cheng's surging aura instantly overwhelmed Ji Moqiu. The two flames in his eye sockets seemed to be doused with flaming oil, growing wildly and rapidly, leaving only a ghastly white mark where they burned. His martial armor turned from black to ghastly white, the remaining black patterns forming a sinister, grotesque skull.
On the battlefield, the air was thick with murderous intent, and a chilling wind blew.
Many people closed their eyes in despair.
The gap in strength is far too large.
Shen Tang was so nervous that she forgot to breathe, the incantation she held on her tongue ready to be activated at any moment. At this critical moment, Ji Moqiu opened his injured right eye. The whites of his eyes were stained with blood, his eyelids were swollen and red, and he had difficulty focusing, but his determination remained unchanged.
Before Ji Moqiu was torn apart by the strong wind, Wei Cheng saw his lips move twice, silently uttering the words—You lost!
A sense of unease crept into Wei Cheng's heart.
Before I could even think about the problem, a sudden pain shot through my chest.
A white light, far more dazzling than the blazing sun, burst forth from his chest, instantly spreading across the entire battlefield, from which a familiar figure flew out.
Wei Cheng: "...Ji Mo Cong".
A name he had forgotten for decades jumped into his mind.
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I graduated from the Lu Xun Academy today. I had to catch a flight around 9 p.m. and land in the early hours of the morning.
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