Chapter 1346: What is Martial Virtue? (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"Okay, okay!"
Luo Sanyi said "good" three times in a row, his anger reaching its peak.
Then came a wild, unrestrained laugh. With a flick of his blade, the strangely colored moon seemed to pulsate like a living heart, or like a ferocious beast opening its blood-red maw, greedily seizing all life within its reach. His laughter abruptly ceased, and he said in a low, deep voice, "In that case, let this old man truly experience your 'kill all who you want'—is it genuine or just empty boasting? Come, let's fight!"
Seeing that Luo San's hatred was being drawn away by Shen Tang alone, Wei Cheng intercepted his killing move: "Your opponent is me!"
Luo San's eyes had turned scarlet.
He yelled at Wei Cheng, who was blocking his way, "Get out of here!"
Wei Cheng didn't tolerate the other party's actions and immediately launched a thunderous thrust.
Whether a scholar with a refined mind or a warrior with a fierce spirit, they generally follow a rule—the deeper their cultivation, the worse their spirit; the older they get, the worse their temper—and coincidentally, Wei Cheng fits both descriptions. Being a step ahead of others doesn't make him a living person.
In terms of age and seniority, Wei Cheng could be Luo San's great-grandfather.
Wei Cheng was always the one telling others to get lost, but now a junior was telling him to get lost? Could Wei Cheng tolerate this? He let out a disdainful sneer, and the weapon in his hand gained more than a thousand pounds of weight. But this weight wasn't even enough to make Luo San back a step. Wei Cheng increased the force of his next strike to ten thousand pounds, and said, "You brat, kneel down to your grandfather!"
Countless bone blades darted and bounced, weaving together into a net that stretched from heaven to earth.
They have only one goal!
Luo San shifted his stance, his burly frame displaying an unexpected agility and flexibility, always managing to dodge attacks before they could land, precisely weaving through every inch of opportunity. At the same time, he effortlessly intercepted Wei Cheng's every attack. Only when their weapons were knocked away did Luo San's eyes flash with cold light, his palm strike as sharp as a blade aimed at Wei Cheng's neck. An invisible wind blade clashed with metal, sparks flying.
He launched a close-range attack, attempting to snap Wei Cheng's neck.
Wei Cheng's physique is least afraid of close-quarters combat, while Luo San's mortal body cannot withstand the torment of broken bones and torn tendons. Luo San is currently a genuine 20th-rank Marquis, while Wei Cheng, though not yet at his peak, is immune to ordinary pain and fatigue in his inhuman form. The two fought purely with strength and skill, each strike unleashing invisible shockwaves and sonic booms that pounded their eardrums. After this rampage, a desolate area of twenty or thirty feet around them was created.
Ordinary elite warriors can easily suffer internal injuries if they get too close; ordinary soldiers, without martial energy to protect them or high morale to form a shield around them, will have their flesh and bones separated if they get too close, and their internal organs and meridians under their skin will be pierced by the sonic boom and turned into a pulp.
The sparks generated by the collision of martial energy flickered rapidly.
The ghostly soldiers and generals who rushed to intercept Luo San were shattered by Luo San's punch as soon as they got close, leaving only dust on the spot.
Shen Tang said, "Tsk, old ginger is spicier."
Wei Cheng had only watched for a moment when he noticed Luo San's weakness and devised a countermeasure—the strange full moon manipulated by Luo San could absorb attacks from others and then return them to the enemy intact.
The ability is "absorption"!
Shen Tang initially guessed the same way, but Wei Cheng didn't think so.
Luo San will suffer losses when absorbing attacks.
The principle is similar to doing business—Luo San buys goods at low cost and then sells them at market price, profiting from the difference. The acquisition cost is the martial energy he expends. If he could absorb it at zero cost, that ability would be incredibly powerful.
The solution is simple: make it impossible for Luo San to acquire the assets. In layman's terms, launch an attack that he cannot absorb. Forcefully absorbing the assets will bankrupt him, essentially bursting him apart! However, apart from Luo San, no one knows the extent of his acquisition limit.
Wei Cheng looked at it for a while and then rejected the guess.
Because Luo San's energy consumption was abnormally low.
Therefore, he had a second guess in mind.
Sending out enemy attacks untouched may not necessarily be "absorption." It could also be using the unusual full moon as a cover to distort the spatial path—within the full moon, there is another rugged and strange world, where the paths are not straight either.
Luo San used the full moon to distort the original route of attack.
It's just that it's not visible to the naked eye.
Dealing with this situation is much simpler.
If you don't want to play with them, just find another path.
This damn thing can absorb the power of words and martial energy, and it can even absorb hand-to-hand combat? Obviously not! Wei Cheng is in a non-human form, so he is not afraid of fatigue, pain, or death, while Luo San is a living person with limited physical strength and martial energy. Even a 20th-rank Marquis would theoretically be exhausted.
Wei Cheng is currently just holding Luo San back.
It didn't matter if he couldn't defeat him immediately; keeping Luo San occupied and unable to spare any attention was still easy. Luo San could withstand a hundred blows from him without a scratch, but what about the elite troops who accompanied him on the night raid? As the old saying goes, Wei Cheng didn't want to risk his life for Shen Tang. He'd stall for time; if he couldn't hold out any longer, he'd consider other options. In just a few breaths, dozens of moves had passed, and Luo San realized Wei Cheng's true intentions.
His face turned ashen: "You were a beautiful woman, why did you become a thief?"
Wei Cheng scoffed: "Thief? When I was an official, your grandmother was probably still in her mother's womb. What is a thief, what is an official, what is black, what is white... You little brat, these are all things I decide! Either die, or surrender!"
"Don't even think about it—"
In fact, Luo San did not necessarily have to defend Sugina County.
His past life trajectory also reveals that he doesn't value loyalty between ruler and subject. His refusal to surrender stems from his lack of submission – martial artists always respect the strong, and the loser obeys the winner. To make someone like Luo San submit, you have to break his bones completely!
Wei Cheng's weapon surged and transformed into a spiked mace. As it fell, a phantom mountain flashed by, like a five-fingered mountain pressing down on a monkey. Luo San's muscles and bones beneath his armor emitted a hoarse sound, like springs compressed to their limit.
If it rebounds, it will be earth-shattering.
The phantom of the mountain exploded, and blinding light pierced through the battlefield from north to south.
It was Luo San's full-force attack that forced Wei Cheng to crash into the eye of a formation made of over a dozen human heads, creating a crater several meters deep. Not even a speck of dust remained in the crater, and some stones were even scorched red. The life force in Wei Cheng's eyes dimmed slightly, and several visible cracks appeared on the skull face beneath his mask. The next instant, his fist slammed down.
"You've died before, haven't you?"
Luo San smashed the faceplate with his fist.
The second punch went straight for one of the clusters of life-giving flames.
"I'll give it to you one more time!"
The fist stopped abruptly just inches from the life-threatening flames, unable to advance any further. Without a second thought, Luo San retaliated, bending his elbow to block at his face, only to be met by a sweeping kick from Chen Tang. The force, no less than Wei Cheng's all-out attack, struck his hand bones, sending him flying.
"You bald bastard!"
Luo San rolled three or four times on the ground before regaining his balance. His combat boots left deep grooves on the ground, and the friction was so fast that they even started to smoke.
He saw the face of the person who had saved him and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shen Tang almost lost control of the bulging veins on his forehead.
"Who the hell are you calling bald?" She should let the real Luo San come over and see that genuine, jet-black hair. Just a small tuft could probably hold the entire head of hair of countless office workers. If she could capture this old geezer, Luo San, she'd have someone scald him with boiling water and remove every single hair from his body, inside and out! Let's see if he still has the nerve to call himself bald!
Wei Cheng got up and touched his jawbone.
As the yin energy surged, the cracks were quickly repaired.
He said, "I'm fine, you can go to the side!"
Could a regular punch really shatter one's life force?
Shen Tang said, "...He's really stubborn even when he's dead."
Of all his people, his mouth is the hardest.
As the two were speaking, thunderclouds gathered overhead.
Countless dark purple arcs of electricity surged and leaped amidst the thick thunderclouds.
As everyone knows, lightning contains the righteous energy of heaven and earth, making it the nemesis of evil and malevolent entities. Although Wei Cheng is not evil, his own nature makes him extremely averse to lightning. Especially since this lightning also contains a certain extreme yang energy, he dislikes it even more…
"The reinforcements he brought?"
Does Luo San have such a trump card up his sleeve?
Seeing that Luo San's face was so gloomy it could be wrung out, Wei Cheng dismissed the guess—even Luo San was unaware of the changes above his head.
Could it be a third party intervening? Are they here to reap the benefits?
Shen Tang said, "It is 【Great Fortune for the World】!"
He Shu's philosophy of the scholar's way brings great fortune to the world!
As Shen Tang finished speaking, the thunderclouds and lightning seemed to have eyes, countless black and purple bolts piercing through the heavens and earth, precisely striking the hundreds of soldiers within range. Gu De and the others were unable to stop them in time, nearly bursting with rage. Wouldn't all these lightning bolts char them to a crisp?
The expected scene did not occur.
Those struck by lightning did not convulse or collapse; instead, their faces flushed, their bodies swelled, and their already swollen muscles grew even larger, each one as hard as iron. Their eyes were bloodshot, and steam billowed from their seven orifices, the lightning itself seemingly imbuing their bodies with a strange, armor-like appearance. The soldiers of Suginaga County dared not miss their chance, and slashed at vital points with their blades!
bite--
Then came the crackling sound of electric current. The blade, capable of severing a head, was firmly gripped by the arc of electricity, unable to advance an inch.
"roar--"
Inhuman roars emanated from their mouths.
Before the enemy could react, the other side had already charged forward. The sensation was no less than being hit head-on by a boulder; for a moment, internal organs shifted, blood and qi flowed backward, and the brain went blank.
Before he could react, his opponent jumped and stepped on his waist and abdomen.
The impact was so severe that even if the person survived, they would be seriously injured.
Even if you are seriously injured, it doesn't matter; the other party will finish you off with a decapitation.
These mutated beings are not only invulnerable to weapons but also possess immense strength. They appear to lack consciousness and have no understanding of how to form battle formations. They only have eyes for the enemy, and once they lock onto a target's location, they pounce on it, tearing people apart with their bare hands without hesitation.
Blood rained down, and organs were scattered everywhere.
Even seasoned veterans couldn't help but turn pale.
Are these people friends or foes? Will they go berserk and tear them apart along with them? The already chaotic battlefield has become even more chaotic because of these mutated people. Everyone is covered in blood, and it is only by their clothing that it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe.
Just as Xiahou Yu raised his hand to form a hand seal, preparing to forcefully calm these people down and regain control of the situation, a figure descended from the sky, his robes fluttering but his hair perfectly styled—even a gale of force eighteen couldn't stir his hair ornament. Xiahou Yu recognized him at a glance.
He said, "I'm late."
He Shu quickly glanced at the battlefield: "Where is our lord?"
Xiahou Yu said, "He's entangled with that Marquis Che in the north."
He Shu had previously sent Shen Tang several boxes of trousers collected by the Qiu brothers of Jimo, and since then he had frequently traveled between the two places. He spent half a year in Kang State and half a year here with Hua Shen Zixu. He Shu was also one of the Kang State officials that Xiahou Yu was most familiar with.
Even if they are very familiar with each other, they will not easily reveal their true intentions.
Xiahou Yu was unaware that the thundercloud in the sky was He Shu's doing.
He Shu sensed it for a moment and said, "It's not a big problem."
As long as the lord isn't killed, it's not a big problem.
"I'll finish things up here."
As he spoke, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Those mutated individuals seemed to be summoned by something, transforming their previous chaotic and free-flowing combat into an organized attack. Xiahou Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked up at the sky.
He roughly understood what was going on.
The next instant, a tremendous commotion swept from the northern battlefield to the south, and a towering "city wall" of smoke and dust could be seen from afar. Only a ditch, several meters wide and half a meter deep, remained in the path. It was a trench that Wei Cheng had dragged out by stepping on Luo San.
"Heh heh, you brat, are you convinced or not?"
You dare to touch his life-threatening fire?
If you really piss him off, he might dig up all of Luo San's ancestors' graves and give Luo San a performance of rice mixed with his ancestors' ashes!
Luo San struggled to turn his blood-covered face.
His cheeks puffed out, and he forcefully spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.
He flipped over in an extreme position to break free from his restraints.
He roared, "Come on!"
His mouth was filled with blood, indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
"Ha, still not convinced!"
Wei Cheng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
The incantation was chanted, and as it ended, a chilling wind swept across the battlefield. The wind swept over every corpse, like a knife scraping the faces of the living, but a gentle breeze nourishing the souls. Then, from somewhere, came the sound of horses' hooves.
Banners fluttered in the eerie wind.
One side, two sides, three sides... In the blink of an eye, they converged into a black and red ocean, with countless translucent shadows drifting out from the cold wind.
"He's alive! He's alive!"
A distinct chattering sound can be heard.
Whether whole or mangled, the corpses swayed and rose to their feet like puppets. The headless bodies searched for their heads, the upper bodies for their lower bodies, and the lower bodies for the livers and intestines hanging on the ground. As they steadied themselves, translucent, demon-like armor slowly coalesced on their bodies, taking shape in the blink of an eye. Their posture changed from crooked and unsteady to perfectly upright, all in an instant.
They made a grasping motion, with spears in their hands.
Wei Cheng smiled ferociously and said: "Luo San belongs to——"
He pointed his long finger at Luo San and uttered a sinister command.
"kill!"
Luo San was so angry that he trembled all over.
With a sweep of his round blade, he cut several ghostly soldiers in two, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Come on, if you've got the guts, then come on!"
The ghostly soldiers, now only on their upper bodies, leaped forward in a bizarre manner and swarmed forward.
Wei Cheng held a black and white command flag.
The life-giving flames turned white: "A fight to the death! A fight to the death!"
Seeing the scene in the deep pit that resembled a zombie apocalypse, Shen Tang felt a chill run down his spine. Back then, when Wei Cheng was commanding him, it was an army of skeletons, and the visual impact was far less brutal than what he was witnessing. Corpses and flesh were being torn into mincemeat by Luo San, gradually filling the ground beneath his feet, reaching above his ankles.
"The High Priestess of Jimo Cong has performed immeasurable merits." Back then, Wei City was repeatedly weakened by her, which was a disgrace to the twentieth-rank Marquis.
These ghostly soldiers could not cause much harm to Luo San's body.
But it can destroy the heart.
If Luo San's character had no flaws, he wouldn't have failed to eliminate his good intentions, thus dashing his hopes of advancing to the twentieth rank of Marquis. Sure enough, a fatal flaw appeared in Luo San's mind; a ghostly soldier bit his weapon, while others restrained his wrists.
Countless sounds lingered in my ears.
Whether near or far, high or low.
In a daze, he saw the phantom of benevolence merge with a ghostly soldier, piercing the arm that had lost its armor protection with a single slash. As he cleaved the weapon in two with his bare hands and shattered the surrounding ghostly soldiers, the ghostly soldier leader Wei Cheng floated before him like a ghost and slapped the wound.
A cracking sound rang out.
Luo San rolled around in the bloody mud several times.
He regained his senses for a moment: "Do you—have any martial virtue?"
Having successfully launched a sneak attack, Wei Cheng removed the head, flicked off the blood and human skin clinging to it, wiped it clean, and put it back. He said in a low voice, "Martial virtue? I am virtue! Virtue is what I call it! You brat, I'll ask you one more time, do you submit?"
(￣ェ￣;)
I woke up early this morning to a friend telling me that a game I played before the Lunar New Year had been shut down. We started playing it together back then, and she's been playing it recently. Seeing her crazy state of mind on social media, I don't know whether I should comfort her or not.
I think I'll refrain from offering comfort.
Sigh, we're really in the same boat.
Every celebrity she idolizes collapses—either due to tax evasion or sleeping with someone; every game she plays crashes and burns. As for me, the more money I spend on a game, the faster it crashes. The only game I haven't been affected by in recent years is JX3 (the Jintai Temple arc is incredibly powerful).
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