Chapter 1220: Young People Lack Martial Morality (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Gong Xichou's arrogance immediately subsided.
"I didn't know my older brother would come..."
He tried to hide the enormous dragon head behind the clouds, his eyes darting around. His elder brother had indeed said that this thing was for desperate use in crucial moments, but he thought it was better to use all his resources from the start than to fight the enemy after exhausting himself.
Putting everything else aside, the enemy certainly didn't expect him to do this.
Isn't this a surprise attack?
If the enemy is careless, they will most likely die at his hands. No matter how you look at it, it seems like a worthwhile deal.
Unexpectedly, a powerful figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
This proves that in his elder brother's heart, he, the younger brother, still holds considerable weight! Hehehe, his elder brother loves him even more than he imagined! Gong Xichou drew the above conclusion, allowing him to flexibly switch between feelings of guilt and pride, even temporarily forgetting the deep-seated pain of having his scales peeled off. The herb gatherer, seeing the slightly dejected Longan regain his spirits, clicked his tongue in disdain.
One Gongxi Chou is already quite a headache.
Now another guy with unknown background has appeared.
This debt of gratitude is truly difficult to repay.
"Young man, you have a bright future ahead of you. Why waste your life for the sake of someone else's ambition and dominance?"
The herb gatherer's words were directed at Ji Moqiu, and there was a hint of sincerity in them. A genius wasn't surprising; the martial arts world itself was a process of natural selection, and those who survived to reach this level were all geniuses in their youth. But there were two before him, brothers, blood relatives! For the herb gatherer, who had spent his life seeking blood ties, what a precious blessing this was! Why should he sacrifice everything for a power-hungry, insatiable individual?
Gongxi Chou's giant dragon head leaned forward slightly, blocking the sunlight overhead and casting endless shadows. A pair of dragon eyes, taller than a man, flashed with an unusual look, and he sneered disdainfully: "Tsk, old man, loose ass, loud farts, loud breath."
Who gave him the courage to think he could deal with his brothers?
When did the herb gatherer become so offended?
A decision was made immediately—
He wanted to split Gongxi Chou's buttocks into four pieces before beheading him!
Ji Moqiu: "Your Highness is not 'other people,' and her actions are not driven by 'ambition for hegemony.' We are merely following the call of our hearts and acting in accordance with divine decree. As for you, your karma is extremely light. You must not have killed anyone for many years and have always done good deeds. You are just waiting for an opportunity to reach the top. Why bother getting involved in worldly affairs?"
The herb gatherer found this lecture absurd.
How could someone so old be lectured by a young upstart?
What the other person said made sense at first glance, but it was actually easy for them to talk when they were not in the same boat. How could such a "chance" be so easy to come by? How many geniuses have been stuck here until their lifespan was exhausted? Not to mention someone like him with deep-rooted inner demons, whose hope of breaking through was slim: "Alas, it's too much of a waste of breath to talk to someone who doesn't see eye to eye."
There was no need to continue the discussion.
"In that case, Gongyang Yongye, please enlighten me!" As his words fell, the herb gatherer's long-dormant passion began to ignite, his martial energy coursing through his veins and surging into the longsword in his hand. In an instant, the hundred ghosts tearing and biting patterns engraved on the blade lit up one by one, hundreds of ferocious and evil eyes dotting the surface like stars. Eerie, alluring, wicked, and cold—a single glance meeting these ghostly eyes brought to one's ears layers upon layers of ghostly wails, sometimes near, sometimes far, as if one were in the eighteenth level of hell!
Darkness coalesced around him, forming a demonic armor.
A sigh came from behind the mask.
"...This feeling is still more familiar!"
Seeing the excitement emanating from the hundred distorted ghost faces, a long-lost emotion welled up in the herb gatherer's heart—just as Ji Moqiu had said, since going into seclusion, he had focused on recuperating from his injuries, cultivating his skills, and self-studying andrology, rarely concerning himself with worldly affairs, and naturally, rarely killing anyone anymore. In his earlier years, he would kill a few fools, but since those failed attempts to break through his bottlenecks, his mindset had become peaceful.
To what extent has it become peaceful?
Instead of killing people, they started saving them.
His expertise in andrology doesn't mean he's ignorant of other fields. Over the years, he's practiced medicine intermittently, helping those he feels a connection with. Patients he treats, unless their illness is terminal and medicine is ineffective, have a 70-80% chance of survival. Despite this, he remains helpless in treating his own infertility, though his other medical skills have improved rapidly, but he doesn't enjoy it.
His composure is not due to his disillusionment with the world, nor is it due to a higher level of ideological awareness, but rather a compromise he has to make in the face of reality.
Over time, these feelings of resentment turned into despondency.
These feelings of despondency accumulated and gradually eroded his spirit.
Gongxi Chou, having nothing to lose, was fearless and immediately attacked him, much to the herb gatherer's chagrin. For a martial artist, spirit is courage, and courage is strength. In his current state, he might not even be able to defeat himself from over a decade ago.
therefore--
Gong Xichou is fighting desperately, which is troublesome, but victory is assured.
Even with the two brothers fighting desperately, the herb gatherer wasn't too confident of victory.
Unless, of course, I fight them to the death myself.
Because of these concerns, the herb gatherer lost his indomitable spirit, and even dragged down the sharpness of his sword, which was capable of cleaving mountains and seas! These were the conclusions that Ji Moqiu drew from his feint and probing—the herb gatherer's swordplay had lost an important soul!
Gong Xichou has not yet lifted the current status quo.
Despite his current seemingly large and cumbersome size, which makes him appear sluggish and difficult to dodge, he is actually faster than in his human form. He and his older brother work in perfect unison without needing to communicate verbally, alternating their attacks and compensating for each other's weaknesses!
"Bang—"
The aura of the Mo Dao (陌刀) was directly aimed at Ji Mo Qiu (吉墨秋).
Although the spear is considered the king of weapons, in Ji Moqiu's hands, it embodies the essence of fierce courage. However, the knife in the herb gatherer's hand is no ordinary longsword, but a Mo Dao (陌刀). An ordinary Mo Dao in the hands of an ordinary person could shatter a horse's tack with a single strike, let alone when its owner is a peak-level Marquis of the Nineteenth Rank! This knife can slay dragons above and cleave demons below, invincible in its path!
But, as I said before—
The herb gatherer's long-handled broadsword has lost its soul!
He darted across Gongxi Choulong's spine, the Mo Dao wielded with effortless grace. A single strike slammed into the spear shadow, compressing the hundred-zhang-long blade energy to less than three zhang in length. The blade, with unstoppable force, shattered the sound barrier, slashing directly at Ji Moqiu. A deafening explosion accompanied by intensely corrosive, dark martial energy scattered in the air. Ji Moqiu, skilled in agility but not in brute force, was immediately disadvantaged upon contact. Losing his footing, he was sent flying by a crushing force, the whistling wind whipping past his ears.
Even my eardrums were cut and it hurt terribly.
The herb gatherer seized the opportunity to attack.
bite--
The blade of the Mo Dao was firmly clamped by a sharp object.
The two sides collided and erupted, producing several dazzling sparks.
A powerful dragon's breath completely enveloped the herb gatherer. The two were extremely close, so close that the herb gatherer could reach out and touch Gong Xi Chou's fluttering dragon whiskers. The herb gatherer's expression changed drastically. He tried to grip the blade and pull back the long sword, but all he could hear was a piercing tearing sound—Gong Xi Chou was reckless; he opened his mouth and used his teeth to block the long sword!
This also cleared up his doubts.
Even the Mo Dao of a 19th-rank Marquis within the Pass wasn't as hard as his teeth!
In a flash, Gong Xi Chou wanted to bite the herb gatherer's broadsword to pieces, to teach him a lesson. The herb gatherer didn't even need to meet his gaze to know what the young man was up to. He sneered inwardly, ready to unleash a powerful attack on Gong Xi Chou!
Gong Xichou: "...Your father my ass!"
His mouth and head were almost sliced in two!
Just moments ago, the herb gatherer frantically channeled his martial energy into his broadsword, forcibly lengthening the blade to stab Gongxi Chou directly into his mouth. Simultaneously, his body unleashed terrifying power, so great that Gongxi Chou couldn't even bite down on the blade, and his entire dragon body was pulled off its original position. Gongxi Chou was forced to release his dragon teeth to dodge, while the herb gatherer, instead of retreating, advanced, his body like a cannonball, transforming into a meteor as he flew towards Gongxi Chou's mouth, trailing a blade of energy a hundred feet long!
The blade's energy is large, long, and sharp enough!
If Gong Xichou's head were to fly into his mouth, it would be split in two! As Gong Xichou retreated, Ji Moqiu launched a coordinated attack, thrusting out with his spear. The spear broke through the surface, creating a spiderweb-like pattern. He skillfully infused the pattern with his strength, breaking the herb gatherer's attack in one move!
There was no time to neutralize the remaining aftershocks, so Ji Moqiu could only use a spell to engulf them and transfer them to another location.
The small area affected the ground.
Qi Cang, who was watching the battle, was suddenly hit squarely.
It's not very lethal, but it can make him look bad.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—"
He wiped his face with his right palm, looked up at the battle in mid-air, his heart still pounding with excitement. Qi Cang never imagined that this Cheng Yaojin was actually Gongyang Yongye! The younger generation had little impression of Gongyang Yongye, but Qi Cang was born not many years after Gongyang Yongye retired.
At that time, Gongyang Yongye was still one of the most powerful figures in the Southwest Continent, and rumors about him never stopped.
I forgot to mention, this person is also Qi Cang's idol.
He remembered playing house as a child, and the role of Gongyang Yongye was always reserved for the most skilled among his peers. Qi Cang was fortunate enough to play the role a few times. One detail in particular stood out in his memory—
Gongyang Yongye was skilled at using the Mo Dao (陌刀).
When encountering a mounted "enemy general," as long as the difference in strength between the two sides was not too great, the actor only needed to grab the branch representing the Hundred Ghosts Blade, catch up with the "enemy general," and shout, "Watch me kill you and your horse to pieces!" to win the "head," making him virtually invincible! Years later, the young man had no idea that such a star general had ever existed, and Qi Cang had also achieved some success in his martial arts journey. At this time, he met his childhood idol.
In an instant, a myriad of thoughts flooded my mind.
He was instantly transported back to those days, feeling both nostalgic and somewhat disappointed—he couldn't see the essence in Gongyang Yongye!
The essence of a warrior's unwavering courage!
Without it, the Mo Dao (陌刀) fell from its invincible pedestal!
"Again—"
Gongxi Chou, disregarding his own life, used the dragon's head, body, and tail as a spear and shield, charging at the herb gatherer without even blinking. His veins were throbbing with frenzied passion, his dragon eyes bloodshot, his mind and eyes filled with only one thought—to tear this leaping, wriggling insect to shreds!
The herb gatherer and the two brothers had exchanged over a hundred blows.
I have a better understanding now.
The reckless young man who had transformed into a dragon was stronger than him, while the one who attacked from behind was more agile. In other aspects, he also had the upper hand. The main reason he couldn't take him down for so long was that the two were perfectly in sync and worked as one. They alternated between loose and relaxed movements, fast and slow attacks, heavy and light strikes, which blocked his advantages and prevented him from gaining the upper hand against his brother.
This isn't even the worst part.
The most frustrating thing is that even though he clearly had the ability to defeat the two brothers, he was dragged into a stalemate and had to waste his energy.
The problem lies not with the enemy, but with himself.
He couldn't recapture the imposing presence he once possessed when wielding the Mo Dao, and could only unleash half of his peak strength. Given this, killing Gongxi Chou, who had been forcibly promoted to the nineteenth rank of Guannei Marquis, and his elder brother, whose strength was at the seventeenth rank of Siche Shuzhang, would be no easy feat!
At the very least, it's difficult to create a good opportunity to kill.
Not only him, but the Gongxi Chou brothers also knew this.
Gong Xichou didn't hold back in his mockery: "Tsk, old man, is that all you've got? You've lived a hundred years in vain. Maybe you should just give up playing with knives; it's really beneath your skill, and it's a disservice to your weapon..."
The master's mind is clouded, his sharpness is gone, and even the blade is dull.
Such a blunt knife cannot kill anyone!
"You young man are arrogant!"
The herb gatherer grew increasingly agitated, unleashing a slash with his Hundred Ghosts Blade. He and Ji Moqiu, using Gong Xichou's dragon body as the foundation of their battle, moved with lightning speed, their movements too fast for the naked eye to follow. Each strike was faster and heavier than the last, the light from the collision of spear and blade shadows creating a dazzling, almost overwhelming spectacle in the sky.
"Eat my saliva!"
A dragon is a dragon after all, even one that hasn't fully transformed. It still possesses hidden strengths; reckless charging won't get you anywhere. Gong Xi Chou, while familiarizing himself with his current dragon-python form, also found various ways to annoy the herb gatherer. The two brothers once again took turns attacking and defending. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spewed out dragon breath, unleashing a torrent of flames that could almost turn half the sky crimson—
After vomiting, Gong Xichou felt as if his body had been hollowed out.
Jimo Qiu was also forced back by the heatwave of the flames.
Raise your hand to create a barrier to block the burning heat from your skin.
At the same time, looking helplessly in the direction of the herb gatherer who had been directly hit by the fire, he said, "A-Nian, next control point."
This flame cannot be extinguished by ordinary rainwater; it can burn everything in the world and is one of the nemesis of all impurities in the world.
Control the scope and size, and don't waste what shouldn't be wasted.
Through the barrier of martial energy, Ji Moqiu's cheeks burned, making him feel quite uncomfortable, while Gong Xichou felt the opposite. Surrounded by these flames, he felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, the temperature just right, neither too hot nor too cold, which even relieved the weakness from overexertion.
If the occasion didn't prevent it, he would have liked to swim into the fire and roll around in it.
"Brother, he was burned to death?"
"One good news, one bad news."
"Listen carefully!"
As Ji Moqiu watched the sea of fire gradually shrink towards its center, his spear transformed into martial energy and was stored in his palm. His other hand conjured a wooden staff, and the high priest's robe replaced his armor. His eyes grew more serious: "The good news is that the fire you spat out wasn't wasted; it hit someone. The bad news is—it burned the demons in people's hearts."
Gong Xi Chou always complained that the Hundred Ghosts Blade lacked the indomitable and fierce aura, didn't he? Hehehe, now it does!
It seemed to confirm his words—
The ink-like light cleaved the sea of fire, separating the flames on both sides.
|ω`)
I finally got my hands on the Xiaomi phone! The sunset purple color is so beautiful!
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