Chapter 1420: Seizing the Bridge, Blowing Up the Waterway (Part 11) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Shen Tang: "..."
What do you mean she was having a lot of fun down there?
Gongyang Yongye, that old man, can't speak, so he doesn't have to.
Several bursts of energy grazed past Chen Tang's ears, colliding with the air and producing sharp screechs that stung his ears and caused a constant ringing in his eardrums. The missed bursts of energy struck the iron chains, causing them to shake violently, sparks flying, and rust flying from the red-hot chains.
"Old Deng, you're still not dead!"
Shen Tang delivered a leg whip strike to the back of the male shadowy figure's neck.
The latter's body flew backward, crashing into the iron chain. Sweat splattered from his forehead, mingling with blood spurting from between his teeth, turning into a fine mist. The male figure shook his head violently, trying to suppress the throbbing sound in his mind. Just as Shen Tang was about to charge forward, the female figure emerged from the thick fog, also unleashing a whip kick. Shen Tang, however, struck first, hitting her in the back of the knee. The female figure's upper body tilted uncontrollably downward, placing her neck, a vital area, right into Shen Tang's hand. With a cracking sound, her head slumped to one side, dissipating into mist.
After clearing away the obstruction, Chen Tang raised his hand and inhaled, and the spear stuck in the iron chain obediently flew into his hand. The red tassel at the tip of the spear dripped blood, and the blood droplets still carried the warmth of their owner's body.
The sound of something cutting through the air arrived half an instant later than the tip of the spear.
The spear curved into a full moon in Shen Tang's hand, its tip transforming into a phantom dragon shadow that pierced straight through the target, tearing the thick fog into countless fragments.
The male figure was forced to retreat step by step by countless gunshots.
The female figure tried to stop him, but only received a whip-like shadow with countless blades in return. This silver whip was docile and harmless in its master's hands, but once it wrapped around an enemy's neck, it instantly turned into a venomous snake. With a slight reduction in force, the blades of the whip could smoothly pierce the female figure's throat, straighten in mid-air, and transform back into the shape of a spear, without even affecting Shen Tang's next thrust.
The more times it is broken up, the less effective the Martial Spirit Totem becomes.
"call out--"
Seeing himself about to be forced to the end of the long bridge, the male figure gritted his teeth and fiercely attacked. Martial energy surged from his palm, transforming into a spear. He pushed off the mountain wall with his feet, using the momentum to counterattack. The two spears, of contrasting colors, clashed and twisted, almost becoming a pretzel. The spear tips grazed each other, sparks flying in the air, illuminating a pair of sinister, murky eyes: "You brat, when I was killing people with my spear, your grandfather hadn't even had time to shoot your father out!"
The surging martial energy rushed straight towards Chen Tang's face along the spear shaft.
The two spears crackled and snapped, finally separating. The terrifying recoil tore open the male figure's hand, and thick, warm blood quickly soaked his palm. Taking advantage of Shen Tang's retreat, the male figure charged forward, spear in hand, the tip slicing a half-finger-deep gash in the iron chain. Countless two-colored spear shadows clashed, exploding in a dense shower of sparks.
Until Shen Tang twisted his waist and hips, and swung his gun from bottom to top.
It may appear to be gentle, but it actually contains explosive power.
The deceptive performance caused the male shadowy figure to misjudge the force. He tried to block with the gun, but the gun barrel broke, and he was thrown away with a thud. He was forced into the mountainside, and countless sounds of bones cracking came from inside his body.
Before he could vomit blood, a strong aura of death surged from his spine straight to the top of his head. A white light pierced through the female shadow blocking his way with a soft "poof," and without pausing, it entered his chest and abdomen, exploding a fist-sized gash at the site of the wound.
The white light suddenly disappeared into the mountainside.
The male figure glanced down at the entrails hanging outside, his face covered in blood, his sinister eyes wide open. He still couldn't believe how a little girl, barely out of hair, had driven him to such a wretched and desperate situation.
He opened his mouth as if to say something.
With blurred vision, all that could be seen was Shen Tang standing steadily on the iron chain, weighing the weight of the spear in his right hand, gathering his strength before throwing it.
Suddenly, something exploded in his sight.
Before his consciousness completely faded, he seemed to hear an indistinguishable male or female voice sigh softly in his ear, saying in a mocking tone: "Your spirit of cursing heaven and earth is commendable. As long as you are willing to curse Him, I will grant you a green channel for reincarnation."
Remember to keep your eyes open in your next life.
Why did you offend Lao Wu?
The male figure tried to discern who was speaking, but his consciousness was completely swallowed by the boundless darkness. Above the iron chains, only Shen Tang remained standing in the center of the long bridge, expressionless as he retracted the spear that had pinned the corpse to the mountainside, flicking away the blood with a flourish. Martial energy surged in his palm, and the spear transformed back into the Compassionate Mother Sword.
Her gaze pierced the clouds like lightning, striking directly at the enemy generals watching from the stone fortress. Behind them, the army's imposing presence and high morale were palpable. Shen Tang quickly composed herself and clearly conveyed her voice across the long bridge: "Are there any more who wish to go and die?"
*Clap clap clap clap*
Rhythmic clapping came from behind the thick fog.
Shen Tang sensed a presence approaching, but the iron chains beneath his feet remained unchanged, indicating that the newcomer was no pushover. It didn't matter what kind of demon or monster they were; this was their final resting place! This day next year would be their death anniversary!
She let out a soft snort, just as she was thinking about how to slit the man's throat, when he said, "It was not my intention to hinder Lord Shen's great cause, but I cannot repay the debt of gratitude. Please forgive my rudeness. This place is special, and even if you are a dragon among men, you must have expended a lot of physical and martial strength. I have a suggestion: why don't you give me a chance to catch up with an old friend?"
Shen Tang was surprised that the reinforcements brought by the Central Allied Forces were quite polite. Since they didn't start by hurling insults, she was naturally willing to give them a friendly look: "May I ask who this so-called old friend is?"
The visitor said, "Gongyang Yongye."
He said with a smile, "I didn't deliberately pick on the weak by approaching him. Is this arrangement fair enough?"
Shen Tang never expected that he would specifically ask for Gongyang Laodeng.
Since they are old friends, why didn't Gongyang Yongye respond?
Just then, Gongyang Yongye's vicious curses came from behind: "You old bastard, I begged you three or five times before but you wouldn't come out. So you were just waiting here. At your age, you still repay kindness with enmity. You still have the nerve to say that kindness is hard to repay? So other people's kindness is kindness, and you have to repay the kindness you owe others, but you don't have to repay the kindness you owe me?"
Gongyang Yongye appeared on the iron chain next to Shen Tang at some point, looking constipated. He had visited many old friends before, but few were willing to talk to him. They either made excuses about being out visiting friends or were feeling unwell and unable to help.
Those who were willing to engage also subtly suggested that things might change.
Although he knew the problem most likely lay with Shen Tang, Gongyang Yongye was still displeased. Coupled with the fact that Xiang Zhao hadn't been rescued yet, this displeasure reached its peak; he felt like grabbing his long-handled sword and stabbing anyone who stood in his way. The newcomer, however, didn't get angry at Gongyang Yongye's cursing and let him vent his anger.
He couldn't let Gongyang Yongye lose his temper; what if the old man suddenly had a change of heart and regained his edge? He might not be able to withstand the opponent's broadsword. The newcomer emerged from the thick fog, a kind-looking, large, fat man with the appearance of Maitreya Buddha. His waist was as thick as five or six Shen Tang's, and the martial armor that should have fit him was somewhat awkward: "Let's keep things separate. Brother Gongyang, you're already this old; you should know that there are priorities in human relationships. After this battle, how about I treat you to drinks as an apology?"
"You'll drink with me and apologize? You're a prisoner, yet you're so arrogant!" Gongyang Yongye's gaze swept over his old friend, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After a long while, he suppressed his displeasure and asked a question he was very concerned about, "When did you break through?"
If I remember correctly, the last time I met this old man, he was only at the mid-stage of the sixteenth-level Grand Supreme Realm, stuck at a bottleneck for over twenty years without any progress. In his own words, if he continued like this without a breakthrough, the next time Gongyang Yongye came to see him, he would only find a new grave. Gongyang Yongye was helpless to help him.
Martial arts experience can be exchanged, but everyone's martial arts path is different. Gongyang Yongye himself doesn't have much spirit and has been stuck at the nineteenth rank of Guannei Marquis for so many years. How could he be of any help? I never expected that he would change so much when we met again.
Even his aura had changed drastically, which was one of the reasons why Gongyang Yongye did not recognize him immediately.
He had known this man for over fifty years and knew his former drinking buddy's personality well. Even in his youth, this man hadn't been fond of killing, and in his later years, he had developed a deep love for chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist mantras. He had lived in temples for a long time, and even his attire had become more Buddhist-like.
Gongyang Yongye mocked the other party, saying that reciting Buddhist scriptures was like a weasel paying respects to a chicken, and that he really thought he could become a Buddha by simply laying down his butcher's knife. If it were that easy to become a Buddha, everyone would be killing people.
My old friend chuckled and said, "Sincerity moves mountains."
How could someone like this suddenly be back in action?
The visitor said, "Not long, not long at all, just about two months."
Gongyang Yongye angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? You think you can jump from the sixteenth-rank Grand Master to the seventeenth-rank General of the Four Chariots in just two months? Do you think I'm a three-year-old fool?"
Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe this.
My old friend still had that same kind, smiling face, but he lowered his body and raised his hand to show his starting stance. Despite his thick, stout limbs, his movements were surprisingly agile: "Words are no proof. General Gongyang, why don't you try it yourself and see if this old man, the Chief of the Four Chariots, is just all show and no substance, or if he is truly as he appears."
Gongyang Yongye's intuition told him that something was wrong.
But since everyone else has already entered the fray and is a genuine 19th-rank Marquis of Guannei, what does it matter if this Smiling Maitreya on the other side forcibly promoted him to 17th-rank Siche Shuzhang using evil magic? Can I back down now?
With a slight thought, Gongyang Yongye snorted disdainfully.
He raised his hand to put away the Mo Dao, and his surging martial energy split in two, enveloping his hands and transforming into a pair of black knuckle dusters that gleamed with a cold light.
"In that case, I shall come and learn from your superior skills."
Ideally, I'd punch this fatso to death.
Just as Shen Tang was about to leave, her vision blurred, and the figure of the general resembling a Maitreya Buddha in military attire suddenly expanded, crashing down like a mountain. Before she even got close, the iron chains beneath her feet began to crack under the weight. With a deafening bang, Gongyang Yongye grazed her as he flew backward, landing squarely on the humanoid dent left by the previous unfortunate soul. The body was smashed into a bloody pulp, flesh and bone splattering everywhere, blood and blood flying, and gravel scattering.
Shen Tang: "..."
Gongyang Yongye: "..."
This old friend, the "Maitreya Buddha," charged like a cannonball, thrusting his hand like a knife straight at Gongyang Yongye's face. The latter rolled away against the mountainside, but the former couldn't retract his force in time, his five fingers sinking into the rock as easily as tofu. He didn't pull his hand back, but instead formed it into a claw and grabbed at the direction Gongyang Yongye had rolled, leaving clear finger marks on the rock: "Why are you dodging?"
Gongyang Yongye was hit in the face by a piece of gray stone that had been thrown up.
The moment his feet touched the stone wall, his old friend's smiling face suddenly loomed large, accompanied by a deadly attack laced with murderous intent. The weight of his old friend, combined with a powerful, skillful strike, made Gongyang Yongye's arm go numb, and he secretly cursed himself for being such a jinx.
I'm afraid I'm really going to strain my back today.
He stepped on the mountain wall to clear a path, letting the fat old man swoop down into the ravine. But the old man was cunning; he shot out a sword from his sleeve, which flew over the mountain peak, wrapped around his calf, and used it to cushion the fall. Standing on the mountain wall, he attacked his eyes from below.
Gongyang Yongye intentionally led his old friend away from the iron chain bridge and in the opposite direction of the army's plan, thus diverting the enemy's attention.
His old friend used an agility that was extremely disproportionate to his size to force Gongyang Yongye to defend, and occasionally mocked him: "Brother Gongyang, your body is not good, no wonder you have not been able to achieve your goal yet."
Gongyang Yongye spun around and slid to dissipate the momentum of his descent, then scoffed, "What's wrong with me? It doesn't matter if a woman can't have children, as long as my own belly is strong enough to give birth. What do you know!"
Old friend: "..."
He was so shocked that he took too big a step and almost tore his crotch.
Gongyang Yongye seized the opportunity, channeling his martial energy into his knuckle duster, causing the spikes on it to grow to more than an arm's length. Caught off guard, his old friend only had time to catch it with his bare hands. The scales on his palm collided with the knuckle duster, sparks flying, the heat almost burning through the flesh of his palm.
"You...you're a woman?"
No wonder Gongyang Yongye wasted many years without having any children.
So you slept in the wrong gender?
Looking up at Gongyang Yongye's distinctly masculine appearance, it was impossible to equate that face and physique with the word "feminine." It was utterly terrifying, so terrifying that for a moment he forgot how to react. Then he received a blow to the stomach.
The massive impact left deep marks on the mountainside.
The dozen or so rolls almost evened out the brain matter.
Gongyang Yongye lowered his eyebrows and said in a gloomy voice, "You're courting death!"
Switching from defense to offense, he no longer held back, practically kicking the old fat man like a rattan ball! Rocks flying from the cliff face occasionally transformed into mountain peaks, haunting Gongyang Yongye like ghosts. However, after only a few rounds, the old fat man had turned the tide again.
My old friend's brow relaxed a little.
He jokingly said, "I forgot, we old brothers used to bathe in the same pool. You really don't look like a woman at all." But his moves were vicious and deadly, always targeting tricky angles. His iron palms could easily crush gold and jade!
As soon as Shen Tang returned to the formation, several incantations were cast upon him.
Like a sponge absorbing water, the martial energy she had consumed was almost completely restored in just a few breaths, even the soreness and itching in her muscles were perfectly soothed. She glanced at Xiang, who hadn't recovered much: [Wangchao, how are the preparations going in Zhoukou?]
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A few days ago, my family held a religious ceremony, and Xianggu went with us to the Taoist temple in the mountains to offer incense. She also asked about her fortune this year and which idea to choose for her new book... Yesterday, I dreamt of a girl whose face I couldn't see running away from her wedding and dying on the way. It was like parkour in the underworld...
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