Chapter 747: Zheng Qiao's End (Part 1) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Boom boom boom—
In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the earth shook, and the sky faintly glowed with an ominous red light. The fierce wind that rushed towards us carried a sharp, cutting sensation that stung our skin. If our defenses hadn't absorbed most of the impact, countless people would have perished.
"hiss--"
The soldiers on the riverbank lowered their hands that had been blocking their way, vaguely sensing that something was wrong. Why had it suddenly gotten so dark? No, that wasn't it! They were horrified to find a dark green city wall appearing not far in front of them.
Hey, this city wall even has a net-like pattern.
When they finally saw the true identity of the wall, they were utterly shocked! This was no city wall at all; it was clearly a gigantic python unlike anything they had ever seen before. But calling it a python didn't quite fit. What kind of python would grow a pair of thick, curved, dark green horns on its head? Not only did it have horns, but its tail also sprouted long whiskers, and its belly had strange feet with sharp claws.
Everyone was astonished by this enormous creature.
Kang Shi and the others were surprised by the other party's growth.
If he remembered correctly, Gong Xichou's Martial Courage Totem was only about ten feet thick during the battle of Xiaocheng. How could it have changed so much after breaking through just one realm? Kang Shi wanted to ask something, but the occasion wasn't right, so he swallowed his doubts.
An inopportune thought popped into my head.
If the lord knew, he would probably be so jealous that his face would contort and his limbs would twist into a pretzel. The Martial Spirit Totem is a sore spot in her heart.
Hehe, this kind of Gongxi Chou is one of our own.
Kang Shi's lips curled up uncontrollably.
Once the waves on the river had subsided slightly, Gong Xichou retrieved his Martial Spirit Totem. Only then did the allied forces see the current state of the river, and they all gasped in shock. The ice layer within dozens of feet had been violently destroyed, and countless ice floes floated on the river, rising and falling with the current. Qi Cang and the black-clad warrior each stood on an ice floe, their chests heaving, unlike their previous calm state.
Especially the warriors in black robes.
He took the blow head-on, his arm guards shattering, blood trickling down his arm to his fingertips, dripping onto the floating ice beneath his feet. The black-clad warrior's face darkened, seemingly surprised that his opponent could injure him so easily. However, Qi Cang's expression wasn't much better. But not because of the black-clad warrior, but because of Gong Xi Chou's display of skill.
The Martial Courage Totem gradually strengthens, evolves, and transforms as its master's cultivation deepens and their realm increases. Gong Xichou's Martial Courage Totem, in terms of both aura and physique, completely surpasses the specifications expected of a sixteenth-level Grand Supreme Realm cultivator. Qi Cang didn't want to know how his opponent had achieved this; he only knew that Gong Xichou was an enemy. He was confident in defeating the black-clad martial artist, but he lacked the confidence to withstand Gong Xichou.
"Break!" Taking advantage of Qi Cang's momentary distraction, the black-clad warrior shouted, and a sonic boom like a cannonball slammed into Qi Cang.
At the same time, he swung his gun, the shadow of the gun merging with his figure, transforming into a dazzling streak of light, and striking the target head-on.
Qi Cang coldly sneered and slashed his sword diagonally across the river. The sword's edge struck the surface, creating a curtain of water several meters high and over ten meters wide. From the side, it looked as if Qi Cang had sliced the vast river in two. The black-clad warrior charged into it with unstoppable momentum.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, muffled thuds, more terrifying than thunder, echoed from beneath the river's surface, sending up columns of water several meters thick. At that moment, Qi Cang also drew his sword and charged into the water. The soldiers on both banks couldn't see their movements at all.
All I know is that a short while later, the water curtain exploded from within.
Splash splash splash splash—
Drizzle—
The bursting river water mixed with the rain, and the downpour intensified suddenly. A straw hat and a raincoat were simply not enough to keep out the rain. Many people were soaked to the bone. Zhao Feng had no choice but to concentrate his inner energy to shield himself from the torrential rain. This action made his old friend laugh heartily, waving his fan even more enthusiastically. His eyes were full of amusement, making no attempt to hide his schadenfreude.
Zhao Feng grinned and muttered, "Damn it!"
He wiped the rain off his face and looked at Qi Cang and the other man with eyes full of envy: "I want one too."
Sixteenth-grade Grand Masterpiece...
I don't know if I'll ever reach that goal in my lifetime.
With a deafening explosion, the Miao River, severed by Qi Cang's sword, merged back into one. The river surface was now turbulent, with high waves, and many ice floes were flung out, striking several unsuspecting victims. Qi Cang and the black-clad warrior traversed the waves, sometimes colliding, sometimes separating. Sparks from the clashing weapons and the dazzling light from the collision of martial energy created a dense, fiery spectacle, like silver flowers and a tree of fire.
The waters of the Miao River churn ceaselessly.
The battle lasted a full quarter of an hour.
The spectators' hearts were gripped by an invisible hand, so tense they dared not even breathe heavily. Kang Shiwei tilted his head back, staring intently, afraid of missing a single detail. Just as he was completely focused, Gong Xichou's voice entered his ears.
He said, "The battle is about to be decided."
Kang Shi turned his head in surprise: "Who won?"
Gong Xichou crossed his arms and sneered, "Anyway, cowards can't win. Although I don't like Qi Cang, he's at least a decent man. As for the other one, his methods are a bit underhanded."
The surrounding noise completely drowned out his voice.
Of course, he didn't care if Huang Lie heard him.
He also had to settle some unresolved issues with Huang Lie.
Kang Shi understood immediately upon hearing this.
In that case, the coalition forces are going to lose another round.
As if to confirm Gong Xichou's judgment, the black-clad warrior, focused on his attack, suddenly felt a jolt of fear, sensing a deadly danger approaching from beneath his feet. Without hesitation, he unleashed his power to create distance. Unexpectedly, a black shadow covered in suckers shot out from the river, its target the black-clad warrior.
One, two, three, four...
All escape routes for the black-clad warriors were instantly blocked.
Kang Shi suddenly opened his eyes wide. He vaguely saw something huge beneath the dark surface of the Miaojiang River. Gong Xichou said, "That's Qi Cang's Martial Spirit Totem. He released it by taking advantage of the opportunity to split the Miaojiang River. He's been waiting for this strike."
"You already found out?"
Kang Shi carefully recalled the previous scene and found no flaws. Judging from the reaction of the black-clad warrior, the other party should not have noticed either. Gong Xi Chou, however, even knew when Qi Cang had laid the ambush.
Gong Xichou: "Snakes don't see with their eyes."
As the tacit understanding between the Martial Courage Warrior and the Martial Courage Totem gradually improves, the former gains some abilities unique to the totem; this process is subtle and gradual. Otherwise, Gong Xi Chou wouldn't have acted so recklessly after losing his sight. Others couldn't see it, but he could clearly "see" Qi Cang's subtle movements. The black-clad warrior didn't notice, so he was destined to pay the price.
The black-clad warrior still wanted to sever the tentacles and escape.
Unfortunately, defeat was inevitable.
Qi Cang seized the opportunity to leap high into the air, unleashing a sword beam that could tear through the darkness. The black-clad warrior, his aura locked, took the full force of the blow. His body crashed into the river like a cannonball, the danger beneath the surface even greater.
Qi Cang's Martial Courage Totem had been waiting for a long time.
Many of the coalition allies turned pale upon seeing this.
Huang Lie clenched his fists, the soft flesh of his cheeks tensing as he clenched his molars. Seeing this, Gu Ren, unusually sarcastic, said, "Don't panic, everyone. Although we lost this round, this righteous man under Alliance Leader Huang forced Qi Cang to expend a lot of physical and martial energy. If the two armies clash, Gongxi Langjun will surely be able to take Qi Cang's head."
Huang Lie cast a murderous glare at him.
Gu Ren slowly raised his eyes to meet Huang's gaze and said with a gentle smile, "Alliance Leader Huang, is there anything wrong with what I said?"
Huang Lie felt a tightness in his chest.
Gu Ren lowered his eyes, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
Wu Xian frowned almost imperceptibly.
Huang Lie had just harbored murderous intent towards Gu Ren's provocation, and now that the dragon-slaying was over, their feud was truly sealed. Gu Ziyi was too impulsive; in this situation, why indulge in a moment of verbal sparring? Wu Xian felt a vague unease...
Does Gu Ren not know how to weigh the pros and cons?
Of course he knew, but why did he still hold back?
Gu Ren knew from the beginning that Huang Lie was no good. The way Huang Lie built his fortune was hardly honorable, so what good could he be at heart? However, he still underestimated Huang Lie.
The sixth brother looked at Gu Ren with concern: "Big brother?"
Gu Ren took a deep breath: "It's alright..."
He secretly told his sixth brother: "That scoundrel Huang Lie will probably not let us go. After the dragon-slaying, immediately turn your troops back to Shangnan and gather forces. Form an alliance with Shen Jun and Wu Zhaode; that should be enough to stabilize the situation for a while..."
The harm caused by Huang Lie's ambition may be no less than that caused by Zheng Qiao.
The sixth brother said, "If the Imperial Seal falls into his hands..."
Gu Ren's eyes flashed with an unusual ferocity: "What's there to be afraid of? We could slaughter Zheng Qiao, let alone Huang Xiguang! So what if he has the Imperial Seal? How much popular support does he have? What's the situation under his rule? If he attacks, we'll fight him to the bitter end!"
Upon hearing this, the sixth brother could only nod in agreement.
But I still mentioned it briefly: "About Zhang He..."
Gu Ren glanced at Zhang He and Huang Lie out of the corner of his eye, a cold snort escaping his nose: [Zhang Yongqing… he doesn’t need to be bothered with. Even if those two are truly in cahoots, just take them both out.]
He didn't know what kind of cooperation Zhang He and Huang Lie had reached, but judging from their close relationship, Zhang He was likely an enemy.
As they spoke, a column of bloody water shot into the sky.
The water column shot straight toward the Allied forces.
There was also Qi Cang chasing after them.
Upon closer inspection, wasn't that jet of water the black-clad martial artist?
Boom boom boom—
Qi Cang's attacks all hit the morale barrier of the allied forces. The black-clad warrior managed to escape at the critical moment. Although his armor was pitted and cracked, and you could hear a hissing sound of corrosion if you got close, as if he had been corroded by something, the most important thing was that he was still alive.
Huang Lie breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Standing high in the sky, Qi Cang gritted his teeth and spat.
"coward!"
It's a pity I didn't seize the opportunity to kill him.
With that, all three duels came to an end.
Zheng Qiao's side had won two matches, and their morale was visibly higher than that of the allied forces. At that moment, the waters of the Miao River surged forth, and a strangely shaped giant octopus emerged from the water. Its eight incredibly thick tentacles stirred the surface of the river, causing it to churn and churn.
If the allied forces want to cross the river and attack, they must first deal with it.
Before it could even intimidate the allied forces, something much thicker emerged from the water, the giant python dragging the octopus into the Miao River. Even though the giant octopus had eight tentacles, the python was far too large and was quickly forced to sink.
As the river calmed and froze over again, Huang Lie and Zheng Qiao issued the same order almost simultaneously—
All-out attack!
In an instant, the long-accumulated fighting spirit was like an active volcano finally finding an outlet to erupt, and neither the cold rain nor the frozen river could extinguish the burning passion emanating from within.
Only fresh blood can temporarily soothe this scorching temperature.
Below, Gong Xiqiu looked up and "looked" in Qi Cang's direction.
Qi Cang looked at Gong Xi with hatred that itched to bite him.
This annoying variable!
"Your Majesty, please move your carriage!"
The allied forces also have a well-preserved 16th-rank Grand Master, creating an imbalance in high-end combat power between the two sides, making the outcome of this war unpredictable. If Zheng Qiao, as the ruler, were to fall, it would be a fatal blow to the morale of his army!
The guards humbly request that Zheng Qiao move elsewhere.
"Move over?" Zheng Qiao leaned against the armrest, propping her cheek with one hand, her eyes fixed on the front lines where the two sides were already locked in fierce combat. She said listlessly, "No need, the view is better from here."
Upon hearing this, the guard's expression twisted for a moment.
Zheng Qiao seemed not to notice, humming a little tune to himself. After a long while, he asked, "Have you finished doing what I asked you to do?"
The guard replied, "Everything has been taken care of."
Zheng Qiao yawned and said, "Hehehe, I really want to see what kind of expression they will have when they receive the gifts."
The guard said, "It is only right to be happy about the king's gift."
Zheng Qiao snorted, "Laugh? Heh, I'm afraid they won't be laughing then. The world is bustling, all for profit; the world is chaotic, all for gain. What's more terrifying than 'no profit' is not having the life to enjoy it! You want my things? You'll have to risk your life!"
In just a few words, the ice surface was already stained red.
As the armies clashed, severed limbs and remains were constantly thrown down. Some, before they could even catch their breath, were crushed into a bloody pulp by the footsteps behind them. The sounds of fighting, weapons clashing, and screams filled the air, creating a scene of utter hell.
The rain, however fiercely washing away the crimson stains on the ice and the stench of blood in the air, could not be erased; each wash was followed by an even more glaring cover of blood. Gong Xichou stared at Qi Cang, who remained motionless, so did he. Someone, oblivious to the danger, complained and was subsequently subjected to a fierce exchange of blows.
If it weren't for Mama's sake, who would be willing to work for free?
They already gained a huge advantage by helping to deter Qi Cang.
"Gong Xi Chou, do you really have to make trouble for this old man?" Qi Cang was locked onto by Gong Xi Chou's aura, making him dare not make any rash moves.
Gong Xichou said, "You can also take action."
Qi Cang's face turned ashen.
He had a premonition that once he made a move, he would be met with Gong Xichou's full onslaught of attacks, and he feared he wouldn't have the luck of the black-clad martial artist to escape with his life. This young man was not old, but he exuded an eerie aura.
Gong Xichou coldly replied, "If you want to fight, then fight."
If you're not going to fight, then get out!
Qi Cang almost ground his back teeth to powder.
He looked down at the battle situation on the river below, hardened his heart, turned around, and flew back to his own camp. This action slightly boosted the morale of the rather demoralized allied forces. Zheng Qiao was not surprised by Qi Cang's choice and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."
Qi Cang's usually straight back was no longer so straight, and he apologized with shame: "This humble general has failed to fulfill the king's expectations."
"It is fate."
Zheng Qiao showed no sign of worry, and stood up to pat him on the shoulder.
"I invite you to watch a good show."
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Hmm, I suddenly feel like Zheng Qiao's lunchbox won't last until May Day. *sigh*
(End of this chapter)
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