Chapter 159: Action (Seventeen) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Looking at the rapidly enlarging golden flames before my eyes.
With a cold expression, Shen Tang held his sword horizontally and uttered a few numbers.
"Three cups of wine and I've made my vows; the Five Sacred Mountains seem light as a feather."
The battle here attracted the attention of several people on the battlefield.
Chu Yao and Qi Shan clenched their fists tightly, staring intently without blinking, not daring to be distracted for a moment, waiting for the final result.
Wherever the golden flames passed, the ground beneath their feet was scorched, and even the surrounding air was burned and distorted, reflecting Yang Duwei's face twisted with rage and murderous intent, and his bloodshot eyes.
He continued, his blade slashing towards Shen Tang's chest with a series of explosive sounds. The attack seemed destined to kill, but it was like a monstrous wave engulfing everything, leaving everyone who witnessed it feeling powerless and hopeless. Commander Yang even envisioned Shen Tang being cleaved in two, his body lying lifeless on the spot.
result--
Clang!
The transparent sword energy charged headlong into the golden blade energy, the slender, gleaming blade steadily blocking the blade that was several times its size.
The blade energy that had cleaved through Shen Tang swept past her, leaving two trenches several feet long and three feet deep in the ground behind her. Wisps of dust rose with the shockwave, leaving onlookers dumbfounded.
The moment they clashed, Commandant Yang's expression changed drastically.
This blow didn't feel like it struck the sword; it felt more like it collided with an unshakeable mountain. He was like a kite with a broken string, sent flying several meters away by the force of the rebound. Soldiers in his path were also knocked away, landing with thuds and vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
The few literary figures who participated in the battle had the foresight to activate protective measures almost immediately to safeguard their vulnerable ears.
Others weren't so lucky.
The deafening roar from the collision was deafening, leaving people unable to hear anything but a buzzing sound for several breaths. Some even suffered splitting headaches and vomiting uncontrollably. Fish in the pond that were nearby were also unlucky and suffered, tumbling and crawling under the impact of the shockwave, or being blown so hard they couldn't open their eyes, their hair disheveled, and forced to eat mouthfuls of dirt.
Qi Shan: "..."
Chu Yao: "..."
Even those crouching twenty feet away from the camp were significantly affected; one can only imagine what the situation must have been like at the center of the battlefield…
Seeing this, Qi Shan's lips twitched uncontrollably—even with his thick filter on, he was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't say anything else. What should he say?
Who would believe it if I told them?
A scholar with a refined heart! Alone with only his sword, he withstood the full-force attack of a tenth-rank Left Vice Minister—a blow capable of cleaving through the walls of a small city and shattering boulders as tall as a person. Just how strong was the man who withstood this attack?
Judging solely from his bold, heroic, and violently beautiful actions just now, Qi Shan dares to say that he far surpasses 90% of the men in the world. How can they believe Shen Xiaolangjun's words? And who would be blind enough to believe this fellow's words? To believe that "he" is a delicate woman?
Both Qi Shan and the other had countless complaints in their hearts, but now was clearly not the time to argue about whether Shen Tang was a cross-dressing master or a cross-dressing master, because—
The force of the impact felt like Yang Duwei's internal organs were about to shift, and Shen Tang was not faring much better.
His body didn't move, but most of his lower leg was forced into the ground.
The clothes on my upper body couldn't withstand the strain and tore open in several places.
His exposed skin was covered in bloodstains, and the blood from his wounds soaked through his clothes in just a few breaths. He didn't need much makeup to look like this; just take out a chipped bowl and lie down on the street, and he'd be a fresh-faced beggar.
Yes, he's still at the level of an elder or leader of the Beggars' Sect.
"puff--"
Blood surged in his chest and abdomen, and the metallic taste rose in his throat. He tried to hold back, but finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his vision went blurry.
The moment the incantation "Three cups of wine and I utter a promise, the Five Sacred Mountains are nothing" was uttered, the previously abundant spiritual energy in my dantian was instantly drained.
If Qi Shan hadn't used a special incantation to lend her a lot of spiritual energy before she went into battle, she wouldn't even have been able to activate that incantation and would have fainted like the previous two times.
Shen Tang tightened her grip on the "Mother's Sword," spitting out the remaining blood with a "pui" sound. She raised her eyelids, her clear black and white eyes cold and ruthless, seemingly reflecting the death of Commander Yang. Sensing Shen Tang's precarious situation, Qi Shan and the other two acted one after the other.
Pray for goodness: "Wildfire cannot burn it all; the spring breeze brings it back to life!"
Chu Yao spoke later, but the spirit arrived first.
"The flow of Qi transforms and generates life endlessly!"
After casting two spells, a rosy hue gradually returned to Shen Tang's pale face, and even the faint pain in her chest eased considerably. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and rose with her sword in hand. With a burst of speed, she charged at Commander Yang once more! She leaped high into the air and plummeted back down like a thousand pounds.
"You little thief, you've come at the perfect time!" Captain Yang roared, his eyes wide like copper bells. He drew his sword in his right hand, braced himself with his feet, and charged forward like a small cannonball. A beastly roar escaped his throat: "Come on! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
The weapons clashed, making a resounding clang!
Where the two fought, countless afterimages of swords and blades were left behind. The soldiers at the camp dared not approach, and Yang Duwei's subordinates were even more helpless, forced to stay away instead of offering assistance. Zhai Huan, however, occasionally managed to lend a hand, resulting in a stalemate.
Several people couldn't help but shout in their hearts.
Brutal!
Truly brutal!
The makeshift camp was almost completely ravaged by the impact of the two men's clash. Ordinary soldiers caught in the blast didn't even have time to scream before they were sent to their deaths.
He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!
The same thought arose in the minds of several people—
Who exactly was that burly bandit?
Why hadn't we heard a single word about it before?
Facing a tenth-rank Left Vice Minister head-on without wearing any armor, was he confident that he could withstand all attacks without fail, or was he overconfident that he would not get hurt?
Both of them are terrifying!
This problem could deeply trouble several subordinates, but it could not trouble Zhai Le, because he knew very well that it was not Brother Shen who was confident and arrogant.
He doesn't have any martial armor, so how can he transform into armor?
(:3_ヽ)_
Because he was a scholar with a literary heart!
If everyone, especially Commandant Yang, realized this, he wondered if they would vomit blood. Zhai Le thought to himself, finding a bittersweet amusement in his thoughts. However, he didn't know if Commandant Yang would vomit blood, but he knew he was about to.
clang!
Under Gong Shuwu's relentless pressure, a tiny crack appeared on the weapon at that moment, and Gong Shuwu's next strike was still in the same spot! This time, the crack expanded further, spreading outwards like a spider web across the entire blade.
Zhai Le used his martial energy to repair the cracks.
However, the repair speed is far slower than the enemy's destruction speed.
finally--
With a shattering sound, the weapon was completely destroyed.
Gong Shuwu's broadsword slashed at his right shoulder.
The blade collided with the armor plates on the shoulder armor, sending sparks flying. Zhai Le was sent flying, gritting his teeth and swallowing blood as he clutched his shoulder. Beneath his palm, the cracked armor plates slowly repaired themselves under the influence of his martial energy.
Zhai Le's breathing became increasingly heavy.
My arm hurt so much I could barely lift it.
He had fought with doctors of the ninth rank before. Not to mention the distant past, just recently, he had sparred with Gong Shuwu several times in the bandit stronghold, but at that time it was just a friendly spar and they didn't really fight.
The difference between just two grades is so huge...
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1. "Three cups of wine and I'll keep my promise; the Five Sacred Mountains are nothing to me": Needless to say, this is a poem by the great Li Bai.
2. The vaporization and circulation are endless, creating a continuous cycle of life.
(End of this chapter)
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