bestfiction Chapter 383
Chapter 383
This is a thread of spiritual energy.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator was doing his best to stall for time, constantly stretching the thread. At the same time, he was distracted to control the second paper doll clone. The two clones drew a large circle in the air, eventually converging at one place.
As long as the other paper doll clone catches the cannonball, the thread that Zhong Ming is locking onto can be broken directly, and the paper doll can be discarded.
We can always pick it up again after we've finished fighting it.
Then, he took off his shoes.
Two smelly shoes fell from the sky and landed beside the female cultivator, spreading a foul odor that almost made her vomit.
Looking up, I saw a pair of smelly feet also using a Dao seal, riding a flying sword straight towards Zhong Ming.
"When did he learn this skill?" the female cultivator murmured.
Looking at Zhong Ming again, even if he urged the mother and child swords to work harder, the difference in their cultivation levels was undeniable, and the gap could only widen.
Zhong Ming had only one choice: abandon flying on his sword and let the mother and child swords follow the spiritual energy threads instead of carrying him, so as to gain a faster speed.
Without hesitation, he leaped off the sword, kicked it with his foot, sending the sword flying even faster, and plummeted downwards, pulling out a talisman he had never used before.
The Gale Talisman contains a great deal of wind spiritual power. Once unleashed, a howling gale can disperse poisonous fog, aid in flight, or slow down enemies.
Zhong Ming flung out all the talismans with one hand, using their force to briefly levitate, and the surrounding mist was dispersed somewhat.
Just then, the enemy's flying sword struck, allowing Zhong Ming to see a glimmer of sword light through the hazy mist.
Extreme Flood Turbulence
Five turbulent currents, each with a different impact speed and rotation angle, suddenly burst forward, their paths unpredictable, constantly twisting in the air.
The enemy's sword remained unmoved and pierced through the water.
The Water Mirror Fence blocked its way, and the figure of Zhong Ming could be vaguely seen behind it.
However, when the magnificent sword energy easily shattered the water mirror, there was no sign of Zhong Ming in front of him.
Zhong Ming pondered how the enemy's magical artifact determined his location.
It's normal for the enemy to be able to spot you when you step into their thick fog, but the fact that they can still pinpoint your location so accurately when the fog is already filled with so many smoke bombs and poison gas suggests that this longsword has a different way of determining your position.
He also stuck the hunting talisman to his forehead; he was almost depleting his spiritual energy just by activating the talisman.
The enemy's longsword hesitated for a moment, then turned and thrust precisely at Zhong Ming.
'No, is it the intensity of spiritual energy? Then I shouldn't activate the Divine Light Armor.'
Without hesitation, he unleashed several spiritual energy retention talismans, concealing all his spiritual energy, and fell from the sky like an inanimate object.
At that moment, the flying sword indeed pierced towards the area where the image was captured.
Great, it's working.
As Zhong Ming's body plummeted, he could no longer clearly see the enemy's sword by looking into the distance, but he was not alone in the sky.
There are still people fighting, and there are still people working hard.
Several late-stage Qi Refining cultivators were still flying in the sky, searching for enemies. One warrior concentrated all his power and created a spiritual energy storm, which swept a lot of mist toward him.
The howling wind carries a message.
Zhong Ming heard the unique sword sound of the mother and child swords.
It flew a distance beyond Zhong Ming's complete control and beyond the range of the spiritual energy threads it could find, so it turned back.
Very well, it seems like it failed, but it was also a success.
Now that the opponent has obtained the cannonball, and this cannonball is enough to blow everyone in the arena away, the question is, what will he do?
Hide the bomb?
It's no use. Even in a corner of the arena, the explosion can still blow everyone away. So, the best way is to put it in your storage bag.
Zhong Ming took a deep breath. He left a trace of spiritual energy inside the shell. Of course, this wouldn't work with normal shells, as they don't have this feature. But who said this was a real shell?
Stealing artillery shells is a serious crime for the maintenance team! If even one shell is stolen, the entire maintenance team will be in deep trouble.
This is the training round, but Zhong Ming stuffed something inside.
He couldn't tell whether the shell had reached the enemy's hands; he could only sense it in his mind. If it stopped or showed a significant change in speed, he could take a gamble.
Below, crimson flames blazed fiercely. Only a handful of people could stand in the center of the arena, but he believed that there were still people fighting, and there were still... no, all the Flame Wolf Army cultivators understood the significance of this signal.
The mother and child swords returned to his feet, and the enemy's flying swords also plummeted down, heading straight for him.
Take a deep breath.
A flying sword swept past him.
This is the most tense moment for the enemy, as all their attention is focused on the flying sword. It is also the most relaxed moment for the enemy, because they have already obtained the shells and all they need to do is put them into their storage bags.
"Flame Wolf Army! Beacon deployed!"
In an instant, all the beacon fireworks contained within the training missiles exploded simultaneously, their intense light piercing through the thick fog.
This is a specially made beacon beam that can penetrate countless obstacles and guide the Flame Wolf Army's artillery fire.
The sky fell silent for a moment, then countless streams of light rose up. In that instant, the loose ranks of cultivators, the crude coordination of merely shouting slogans, the cautious actions driven by individual ulterior motives... all of this vanished.
All the active Flame Wolf Army cultivators roared and launched an attack towards that direction. This beam of light was the one they unconditionally trusted, the most exciting beam they had ever seen in countless exercises and wars.
It means... the boring time is over, fire! Annihilate everything.
The fog in the air dissipated, and clumps of fog condensed into water droplets, which fell like rain without anyone's control.
"Sizzle~~" The collision of water and fire.
Huo Xiu immediately withdrew all his spells. These "little water droplets" were the treasures of that person in the heavens. He would get angry if even a little bit was missing. If they were to collide with his fire spells and annihilate some of them... then that brother would really kill him.
The Flame Wolf Army finally saw the clear sky, and the people in the stands could finally see what was happening inside the stadium.
Two Foundation Establishment cultivators had withdrawn from the battle. There were more than ten standing cultivators, some wounded soldiers sitting on the ground still forming hand seals, and warriors who had completely fainted on the sidelines.
"That's quite an accident. You two will have to write self-criticisms later."
The female cultivator stretched lazily, revealing her graceful figure. The steel whip in her hand, like a docile little snake, quietly coiled around her feet.
The other fire cultivator looked around warily, sensing that something was amiss, as if something had changed.