bestfiction Chapter 296 Following the Rules?
Chapter 296 Following the Rules?
The next moment, the umbrella swelled up, becoming as big as a balloon, and receded along the direction of the cane, looking from a distance as if Chen Dahai was holding one high.
The umbrella handle collided with the mother-and-child sword, and more than ten umbrella ribs pierced towards Zhong Ming from different directions. Chen Dahai heard a series of clear clanging sounds behind him and knew that Zhong Ming was not good at resisting this type of attack. With a thought, a very inconspicuous jade pendant at his waist lit up for a moment, and then suddenly dimmed.
A light shield was erected; it was a very "expensive" defense. The battalion commander's brother-in-law had one, and so did he, but his was even better.
He spent two months in the Flame Wolf Army and realized something.
You can't just hide your strength all the time, or others will think you're easy to bully, which will cause too much trouble and make you obstructed in everything you do.
Let's show them frankly that I'm not someone to be trifled with.
Ten breaths later, the three "Umbrella Masters" also collapsed to the ground.
After this battle, only one powerful body cultivator and three others who were still locked in combat with Xuan Jing remained.
Uh, no, it's the three people being chased by Xuan Jing.
Xuan Jing chased after them with great enthusiasm. His armor gleamed coldly and was incredibly tough. Despite the three cultivators using all their skills, they couldn't break through his defenses. However, Xuan Jing was carrying a bunch of explosive talismans in his hands.
Shouting and yelling, they chased after the nearest person, creating a scene like herding ducks in the countryside, with chickens flying and dogs barking.
The flames left several trails on the ground, adding a different color to this steel platform.
Seeing this, the four enemies had no choice but to unite and fight together.
Of the four, three veterans were already wounded, their blood and qi churning from the explosive talismans, resulting in some internal injuries.
The body cultivator's face was grim; he seemed less concerned with defeating his opponent and more focused on...
How to reasonably, subtly, and satisfy someone... be defeated by these three.
After all... we're supposed to be bodyguards for the battalion commander's brother-in-law. If his brother-in-law gets beaten up, what are we still standing here for? If we win, wouldn't that be seen as failing to protect an important person and just showing off?
Wouldn't it be better to fight a tough battle, drive everyone out, and then blame the enemy for being too strong? At least everyone was injured, so there's no excuse for inadequate protection, which looks better on the surface.
This is the team that ranked second in the new recruit assessment. Has the Flame Wolf Army ever had such powerful new recruits?
I don't remember; at least many people have never even heard of it.
Nobody knows how strong he really is, but if you praise him a few times, those soldiers will actually believe you.
Thinking of this person, he roared and charged forward, "Cover me!"
The others immediately launched a ranged attack to provide cover, but then they saw that the brother rushed in front of Xuan Jing first, rolled over rather awkwardly to adjust his position, and got hit on the back by an explosive talisman, making him wince in pain.
But he also took the opportunity to rush forward using the shockwave of the explosion, heading straight for Zhong Ming.
To catch a thief, first catch the king! (There's a good reason to lose to the strongest opponent.)
Zhong Ming focused intently, his spear and staff spinning like flowers as he rose on his sword.
As expected of a body cultivator, the man leaped with all his might and instantly reached the same height, wielding his golden mace and spear together.
The mace is a powerful weapon used to destroy enemy weapons. The fighting method remains the same, but a clever trick was used to hook the mace onto the barb of the "Spring Chill" weapon, briefly blocking the position of the hook-and-sickle spear.
He was confident he could win in a fistfight.
Isn't the same true for Zhong Ming?
He immediately lowered his right hand and waved to the other person.
Fun fact: Zhong Ming possesses two polishing bricks. One is made from the expensive matrix of celestial mica he refined himself, cut from the base of the large stele on the back of his master. The other is made from ordinary celestial mica cut from the top of the stele, and is the polishing brick most commonly used for polishing and upgrading magical artifacts.
The cheaper one is usually kept in the storage bag tied to the right hand.
A flash of light appeared in the storage bag, and a brick was hurled at the opponent.
But then a series of cracking sounds rang out. The man's right fist and fingers were severely fractured, his five fingers shattered into countless pieces, and a sharp pain shot straight to the top of his head.
He was also forced back by the force of the blow, and his golden mace spun around, almost unable to be retrieved.
Below, waves of heat told him that his buttocks were at risk of being roasted.
'Oh no, I wanted to keep acting, but I really can't beat them.' This thought flashed through his mind, and he "flew" off the large platform, burning with excitement.
Without him, the other three cultivators who were being chased by Xuan Jing couldn't cause any trouble and were defeated in no time.
The trio led by Zhong Ming achieved an undeniable victory, defeating cultivators at the fifth and sixth levels of Qi Refining who were three times their size, despite being at the seventh and eighth levels of Qi Refining. It wasn't a bad thing to say.
There's face to be saved by winning, and there's a reason to lose. But the brother-in-law of a certain battalion commander was seething with hatred. The more arrogant he was just now, the more embarrassed he was now.
"You, you... Hmph, very well."
"Let me emphasize again, don't come here to talk about Foundation Establishment stage if you have nothing to do. The lowest cultivation level of any senior I don't know is Golden Core stage."
The words may be crude, but the principle is sound. Zhong Ming was certain that as long as he wasn't killed, Fairy Danpo would definitely come to beat him up, and few would dare to fight back or stop a winemaker from beating someone up.
Just kidding. If you offend her, what will happen when she tells her colleagues that there's no alcohol left to drink?
Zhong Ming stood in front of the stage, lamenting that the combat capabilities of these veterans were indeed weak, not comparable to the cultivators in Yushu City, and even comparable to the impoverished merfolk.
Just then, a shout suddenly rang out from high above, "What are you doing! What are you doing?!" An old man slowly flew over on a broom, loudly rebuking them, "What do you all think this place is? This is a gun emplacement, a gun emplacement!"
The old man pointed at Zhong Ming and cursed, "You bunch of bastards, none of you are leaving here until you've cleaned this place up!"
Zhong Ming cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the area above and said, "Senior, please forgive me for borrowing this space for our duel. I'll clean it up for you right away... Hey, those nine below, the winner takes all and the loser goes home. You all come up and clean up."
"You brat, who do you think you are? I can't hear you, and you're not leaving."
At this moment, someone in the audience reminded the old man, Zhong Ming, of his identity, but he paid no attention and scoffed, shouting, "Second place among the new recruits, so what? Once you're in the Flame Wolf Army, you'd better abide by the Flame Wolf Army's rules. Can you fight? Come on, fight! Is the ninth level of Qi Refining enough? If not, then Foundation Establishment. If that's not enough, then Golden Core! You little recruits have gone too far!"
“Since you insist on this, then I will join the Heavenly Wolf Army.” Zhong Ming said casually, but the old man became even angrier.
"Flame Wolf Army, you think you can come and go as you please? If you can even leave this door, I'll cripple you according to military regulations first, and let's see what they have to say then?"
"What did you say? You dare to challenge me? What realm are you? Foundation Establishment? Golden Core? Would calling a Golden Core cultivator be enough? Would calling a Nascent Soul cultivator be enough? Would calling General Mu be enough? I absolutely abide by military regulations, but who do you think you are to dare ask me to abide by your rules?"