bestfiction Chapter 481
Chapter 481
He found a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and prepared to use all his strength to fight a life-or-death battle, cutting the skin on the back of his opponent's hand and directly injecting the spiritual plague into it through his sword energy.
Qing Yizi was only playing around. How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator really exert himself when fighting a Qi Refining cultivator? He shouted and pretended to be putting in a lot of effort, and made a move to fight his opponent. As a result, the Dao techniques and blades crossed each other. At the moment of collision, the opponent dodged, intending to fight each other head-on.
"Hey!" he exclaimed in surprise. In the blink of an eye, a spear arrived and struck the blade precisely.
The contestant from the 135th Battalion watched all this in despair. The deadly magic aimed at his abdomen was dispersed by two violent streams of water, and the opportunity he had seized turned into the whistle that ended the duel.
"Master Cuihong, I f*** you!" he roared inwardly, but in reality, he could only manage a hissing, labored breathing sound.
“It’s an illegal private fight, so I’ve tied him up. If he fights again now, it’s considered disobedience, and I have the right to kill him on the spot.”
A chain was symbolically wrapped around the two of them. Qing Yizi looked at Cuihong Zhenren in astonishment, as if asking, 'You've even arrested me?'
If you're going to act, you should act more realistically.
Mo Li's face was gloomy. This guy didn't seem to intend to let the two of them really decide the winner unless the difference in strength was really too great and so fast that he couldn't stop them.
He whispered to the person behind him, "Continue."
Another strongman from the 135th Battalion stepped forward.
Compared to them, the strongmen of the 134th Battalion were less orderly. Some fought independently, and when one person from the other side stepped forward, several cultivators from their side would step forward at the same time, then they would politely defer to each other and take some time before going up.
It seems that no one is considering who will deal with Mo Li. They just see who comes up and judge whether they can win. Admittedly, they are courageous. If some enemies who are slightly stronger than themselves or who were defeated by him last time appear, our cultivators will also actively step forward. However, scattered and unruly people are really hard to make a difference.
As for the tolling of the bell....
They were having a boring chat with people who were chained up.
Since Mo Li planned to exhaust Zhong Ming's strength by forcibly stopping the fight multiple times, thus giving him an opportunity to take advantage, he refrained from making a move for the time being and moved slightly closer to listen to what Master Cuihong was saying.
"The large-scale duel was indeed instigated by the 135th Battalion."
“So they’re out of their minds, they must have had meningitis as kids,” Zhong Ming said, completely ignoring the other group of people glaring at him. “Artillerymen don’t compete on who can load shells the fastest or who can fire the most accurate shots. Instead, they compete on who can fight one-on-one. Next time, go find a crucian carp to race with, or a viper to play rock-paper-scissors. They must have some serious illness.”
The veterans were stunned by the scolding, feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.
Finally, in one of the duels, Zhong Ming made a mistake. He misjudged the timing, or rather, the contestant from the 135th Battalion anticipated even his attempt to stop him, and a steel spear pierced his opponent's shoulder. The spiritual plague silently infiltrated.
Mo Li saw this as a sign that Zhong Ming's spiritual energy was about to be depleted, and after sending out two more contestants, he personally took to the stage.
He stood on the arena, confidently looking at the crowd around him, pondering how to force Master Cuihong to make a move while simultaneously turning his attack to injure him, and what the alternative plan would be if he failed.
He stood there for a long time until he realized something.
It seems no one is coming up from the other side.
It seems there's no one off the field qualified to fight him.
He saw a simple-minded Shield Guard soldier who wanted to come up and try, but was stopped. He had to admit that against a special force like the Shield Guard, he could stand there and let them beat him for several hours without any problem, but if he fought them for several hours, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat them. That would be enough time for Master Cuihong to recover his spiritual power.
Then... a short, fat man in a metal can, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, came up.
"Xuanjing, please enlighten me."
Mo Li looked at the person in front of him curiously, "Aren't you afraid of death? Do you think this armor can protect you?"
Then, looking at the few Qi Refining Level 9 cultivators still standing below, he asked, "How can you bear to let him come up?"
"I can't beat you." The guy below answered with utter sincerity.
“I can’t beat you either. You’re the worst kind of person when it comes to showing tenderness to women,” a female cultivator from the side replied.
The last person nodded firmly and emphatically under Mo Li's somewhat angry gaze.
Mo Li thought to himself, "You junior at the eighth level of Qi Refining, even if you're unlucky today, you're still fearless. I'll teach you what it means to be a senior."
Zhong Ming glanced at the arena, then unceremoniously turned his head back to continue chatting.
Wouldn't that take several incense sticks' worth of time?
Even if you hack and burn both sides of your Mo Li sword, you still can't cut through this precious armor. It was taken from someone else's treasure vault.
Swords are different from hammers, axes, and staffs. The latter can directly injure or kill the person inside the armor by relying on powerful impact force, while swords... even if you are only a small level lower, it takes a lot of effort.
The duel between the two quickly began, and Mo Li soon discovered the tricky part of his opponent.
The young man named Xuanjing had extremely high armor defense; he was unharmed after taking several sword strikes, and the attack method was not the weak one he had imagined.
Stacks of talismans were thrown out, and even he had to expend a lot of spiritual energy to defend against them.
Now, he has been dragged into a war of attrition, and it is hard to say whether he will be able to leave enough attack to injure Master Cuihong when he defeats the enemy.
The contest of spiritual power between the two is a battle of wits between Xuan Jing's current total spiritual power plus the total spiritual power in the talisman and his own power.
Moreover, regardless of whether he had actually mastered the spiritual plague, that monstrous armor blocked his spiritual power from entering.
Left with no other choice, he made a decisive move and used his strongest attack to strike his opponent, aiming to make a powerful impact and be even more terrifying than before.
Whether the armored man can stop him or not is not important; what is important is that Master Cuihong believes he cannot stop him.
This attack will force Master Cuihong to take action.
The five longswords once again hovered in mid-air, transforming into the shape of five fingers, and slowly came together.
The sword-fist style's killing moves blatantly exude murderous intent. This time, without the presence of the metal dragon, the spiritual power infused into it is even more astonishing. The light emanating from a longsword seems to illuminate the entire sky, and endless golden spiritual power surrounds it like a storm.
The other four longswords, like dim stars, were hidden beneath the light.
Mo Li was drenched in sweat as he used his power to counter the enemy's talisman attacks, while glancing out of the corner of his eye towards Zhong Ming's direction.
Zhong Ming and Qing Yizi sat side by side, each holding a handful of melon seeds, chatting and laughing as they ate them...