bestfiction Chapter 363 The Man in Black, Desperate to Break Out
Chapter 363 The Man in Black, Desperate to Break Out
Zhong Ming was completely baffled. Was this person... naturally outgoing?
What is he happy about?
“Brothers, we’ve been feeling really wronged for too long. None of these military academy students came from the Yanlang Army. They say that anyone from the Yanlang Army who goes to military academy is just a dog for them.”
"Ahem, sir, please don't get excited."
However, he pounced on Zhong Ming like a hungry tiger, and someone took a step back, causing him to fall flat on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just excited to see my idol."
The man covered his mouth and stood up, unable to speak clearly, finally realizing that he had been "somewhat" presumptuous.
"My idol, you have to be careful. Your team is practically the only one left in our Flame Wolf Army. If you get into military academy, don't let them trick you. These people are all hypocritical and pretend to be righteous, but none of them have good intentions."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming replied calmly, "Words can be dangerous, brother, please be careful."
"Yes, yes, they haven't gone far."
The man glanced back, but couldn't see the fire in the distance. The rising black smoke was tinged with flames, making it impossible to tell whether the towering flames had reached the sky's barrier or whether the ghosts of the dead flickered with resentment during their cremation.
There was some commotion ahead, but it quickly subsided, and not a single house was reached.
Some people started cursing and swearing, saying that what happened in the city had nothing to do with them, and that they were the ones who rushed onto their rooftops to fight.
It's called a city-wide search, but it's actually a "city-wide rooftop reinforcement strength test," right?
Zhong Ming had a bad feeling.
"Fellow Daoist, go back. If you think military academy is too dark, then don't go."
"Wow, that's impressive. Indeed, I looked down on the first place back then. Why would I go to military academy? I just casually got thirty-ninth place."
Zhong Ming snorted coldly and said, "What? You haven't seen the good stuff at the military merit point exchange? Can't the things there help you break through to the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, or Nascent Soul stages?"
"Oh, you're joking, I..."
"If you don't go to military school, is there no way to survive in the world? If you fight in the army, will you not become a Golden Core cultivator?" Zhong Ming had a contract with the Yue family to send Yue Kaishan to military school, which was the achievement that the Yue family patriarch considered the most worthy of pride.
But Zhong Ming is different; whether or not he can enter a military academy depends on a comprehensive evaluation.
“Strong strength is the foundation of your status. If you feel that entering a military academy will only lead to oppression, exclusion, and delays in your training, then change your path. The end of life... even death is not the end. Every moment offers an opportunity for change.”
The man was stunned. Not going to military academy? Aren't those all over-aged Foundation Establishment cultivators, regretting it to the point of slapping their thighs? What you're saying...
“Indeed extraordinary! No wonder you joined my Flame Wolf Army. Your thinking is truly unique. I have learned a lot.” The man cupped his hands in greeting, and Zhong Ming quickly stepped aside.
Holy crap, you've become my underling? Did I take you under my wing?
"This is just an idea of mine. You can just listen to it and laugh it off, but don't take it too seriously."
More noises came from ahead, which looked quite alarming. Dark figures were jumping around on several rooftops, and strange smoke was rising from the alley from time to time. Debris from the explosions flew up from the walls and fell back down.
"They're getting closer."
Zhong Ming raised his spear, his armor gleaming, and with a sudden surge of power, his aura rose.
"Prepare for war. Return to your positions."
The powerful aura almost knocked the man away. He looked at Zhong Ming in astonishment. Such terrifying pressure meant he was already at the peak of Qi Refining.
How long has he been in the army?
The grayish-white scales were hidden beneath the robe. The tip of the spear touched the ground, and the hook lashed upwards—this was the starting move of the mortal's Tiger Claw style.
Shouts carried on the wind: "Don't let them get away! Chase after them!"
"Whose defense zone is ahead? Tell them to stop us, stop us with their lives!"
Zhong Ming sneered. "Hmph, so they're really going to play games? A group of Foundation Establishment stage elites chasing after a group of Qi Refining stage men in black? Do they think I'm stupid?"
Violent explosions rang out continuously, seemingly caused by a powerful magical artifact self-destructing. The resulting turbulent flow of spiritual energy briefly obscured the vision of the Foundation Establishment cultivators.
A man in black charged towards Zhong Ming.
"Step aside!!!"
Zhong Ming almost burst out laughing. You're charging at me, and then you expect me to move aside? There's such a big gap to the side, why aren't you moving? Do you think I'm stupid?
"Hey, did they say they wouldn't care whether they live or die?"
Zhong Ming shouted to the side, and his spear suddenly shot forward.
Instead of dodging, the man advanced, shouting, "Die!"
In an instant, a three-inch knife flashed in his hand, its dark light gleaming. Layer upon layer of barriers appeared on his body to defend against the attack, as if he were willing to trade injury for life.
This is a game for the brave. If you dodge, he will escape smoothly; if you don't dodge, the weapon in his hand looks extraordinary.
The man in black was relieved, "Great, they're not from the Shield Guard Battalion; they look like grunts from the Flame Wolf Army."
The distance between the two was rapidly closing. Zhong Ming positioned his gun on a stand; the wielder remained calm and composed, even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. Spiritual energy shimmered at the tip of the gun, making his seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary marksmanship unfathomable.
Just as the two were close enough to see each other's faces clearly, suddenly, scales on Zhong Ming's neck seemed to come alive and climbed up his skin. In an instant, his head was covered by a majestic scale helmet.
All the scales fit together perfectly, and the oxygen stone is activated, rendering any poisonous gas attacks or sleeping gas attacks ineffective.
Even the blindfolds in front of his eyes are made of a special material that becomes transparent after being infused with spiritual energy.
Zhong Ming had taken comprehensive precautions and was prepared for the most brutal hand-to-hand combat.
The spear moved with the speed of thunder, thrusting out with great force, followed by a series of sounds of shields shattering.
The man grinned maliciously. Although he couldn't pierce your heart, this deadly poisoned blade only needed to break through your skin. Where it broke through didn't matter.
He twisted to the side, deflecting the spear tip before it could pierce his entire spiritual energy shield. Grabbing the spear shaft with one hand and holding a knife in the other, he slid forward along the shaft, eliciting a soft "clang"...
The knife stopped in front of Zhong Ming's finger, only tearing his robe.
"Impossible, this is a low-grade spiritual artifact, no magic weapon can stop it."
There was no time for him to think. The entire gun barrel pressed down on him like a mountain. He made up his mind and decided to go all in. He slightly tilted the knife and slid it up his arm.
However, he overlooked one thing: Zhong Ming's chassis was very stable, and his legs were like old trees rooted in the city wall, but it didn't say that he couldn't lift his legs.
With the two so close, Zhong Ming raised his knee to block the opponent's forward momentum. The opponent muttered a few obscure and incomprehensible notes, and the hand holding the knife suddenly became as unrecognizable as a phantom. This was not some kind of invisibility spell, but the power of the wind.
A cultivator of the Wind Path.