bookrandom Chapter 474
Chapter 474
"You just wait. When our secluded cultivators come out, you'll be in for a world of hurt."
"Those in seclusion, on missions, recuperating from injuries... what else? It's time to come up with a new excuse."
"Hahaha." The 135th Battalion burst into laughter, and even the senior officers standing on the cannons laughed without restraint.
"Who else is in seclusion? Captain Cuihong, whom you all praise to the skies? Or Qingyizi, who is so good but unfortunately hasn't come out of seclusion? I'm so tired of hearing these names."
Just as the provocative cultivator on the stage was spouting nonsense, a loud shout rang out, like a thunderclap from a clear sky. A cultivator crashed onto the "arena," looking around with wide, fierce eyes.
"Anyone want to get beaten up!"
"Qing Yizi! It's Qing Yizi! He's come out of seclusion."
"Judging from his aura, it is already perfect and completely integrated. He must have reached the peak of Qi Refining."
"Give them a good beating, Qingyizi, these bastards have attacked Brother Qingyun."
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Zhong Ming stopped in his tracks, smiled slightly, and walked lightly to an inconspicuous spot. He tilted his body slightly and looked through the gaps in the crowd.
The man named Qing Yizi was completely at odds with his Daoist name. He was burly and broad-shouldered, and his Daoist robe was covered by the armor he wore over it, completely lacking the agility of the character "Yi" (逸, meaning free and unrestrained).
"start."
He shouted something, and while the other person was still stunned, he threw a punch straight at their face.
The punch made his nose bleed profusely. The injury wasn't serious, but his pride was shattered.
The two were extremely close, and whether they wanted to or not, they had no choice but to engage in close-quarters combat. Qing Yizi launched another foot kick at his opponent's nose, which the opponent dodged by tilting his head. What followed was a series of aerial kicks, which, with the support of spiritual power, greatly increased the time the opponent was airborne. The opponent dodged repeatedly, feeling frustrated. As soon as the leg technique ended, he couldn't wait to draw his broadsword to retaliate. In the blink of an eye, the "scale armor" plates on Qing Yizi's body flew up like autumn leaves in the wind, and his Taoist robe also broke free of its restraints, wrapping around his broadsword and eyes.
Flames flickered on the broadsword. The fire cultivator, who was skilled in close combat, was enraged. "Where did you learn this shameless fighting style of attacking my face with every move?"
With a flaming broadsword in hand, his aura was completely different from before. He flipped his hands and slashed down, forcing his opponent to dodge whether they wanted to or not.
After this attack, although he created some distance, the scales swirling in the air had an opportunity to fly towards his neck.
When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. The hilt of the broadsword suddenly lit up, and a large amount of spiritual power was poured into it. The hilt immediately lengthened, and within a single breath, it transformed from a decapitation sword into a Guan Dao (a type of halberd).
The guan dao whirled and clashed, creating a delightful clanging sound, with sparks flying as flames and scales collided.
His blue Taoist robe was still spinning. He had calculated the right moment and was about to make his move when he heard a cry of alarm from the audience behind him: "Watch out!"
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and without regard for conserving his spiritual energy, he patted his chest, and a small mirror flew out from his collar. It was only the size of a palm and resembled a woman's portable makeup mirror. As soon as the mirror flew away from his body, it began to expand and grow larger, transforming into the size of a parasol, blocking the attack from the sky.
That blue Taoist robe is just a decoy! Qing Yizi attacks from above!
A powerful strike landed on the mirror, causing it to sink three inches despite its overflowing spiritual energy, teetering precariously.
He couldn't see what was happening above him, so he swung his Guan Dao upwards, and the fire dragon, poised to unleash its power, surged upwards against the wind.
He noticed that the weight above his head hadn't changed, and thought to himself, 'How could a fire dragon only have one attack?' He then spurred the fire dragon to turn around and bite down hard on the mirror.
At that moment, he felt the mirror loosen, and immediately swung his guan dao horizontally. He didn't know where his opponent would land, but he just had to sweep first. As long as he swept fast enough, he would be able to hurt him.
The next moment, an even heavier force slammed into the mirror, causing it to hit him directly on the top of his head.
'What? A ten-thousand-pound weight?'
He was utterly astonished. Was this a plan to crush him before the fire dragon landed?
The blow was so heavy and powerful that it almost caused his head to droop and his body to bend slightly, on the verge of collapse.
"What are you doing? I'm right here."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, startling him so much that he turned around with his knife in hand, and Qing Yizi was right in front of him.
He was too close; he could easily block the hand from rotating the guandao, making it impossible for the long-handled guandao to turn.
Qing Yizi used the Old Ape Hanging Seal technique, and while the man was still unsteady on his turn, he struck him in the chest with his knee.
This strike was extremely vicious, hitting his dantian directly and breaking his qi control technique.
"The victory has been decided."
He took half a step back, tilting the mirror towards him.
"boom!"
A huge rock fell to the ground; it wasn't some massive weight. It was just a very dense rock taken from a storage bag and thrown at the mirror.
The other person, clearly unconvinced, shouted, "Who said the outcome is already decided...?"
The fire dragon descending from the sky engulfed him. Although it was in disarray due to the withdrawal of spiritual power, it was not so easy to withstand.
The cultivators of the 134th Battalion cheered loudly.
"Qing Yizi fought beautifully!"
"Let the five pigs see what a real battle is like!"
"Today is the day to shine, Qingyizi! I'll treat you to drinks after we get off the stage!"
Everyone in the 134th Battalion had a happy smile on their face, and no one noticed the bell ringing behind them.
Zhong Ming was secretly pleased. Luckily, someone went up and won, otherwise they would have held me back.
If I don't fight, I'll feel guilty, and it will dampen everyone's enthusiasm. But if I do fight, I'm a Foundation Establishment cultivator after all, and if I hold back, it's hard to say that I'm not bullying the Qi Refining stage.
Now all the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators of the 135th Battalion are in prison. To put it bluntly, he could defeat all of them in a one-on-one fight, and he wouldn't be afraid of a war of attrition.
Qing Yizi, showing great chivalry, threw the charred cultivator back into the enemy camp.
"Let me do it."
A cultivator, brimming with fighting spirit, reached out and stopped all the eager contestants, giving them a wicked smile.
"Fellow Daoist Mo has made a move. It seems that Qing Yizi is in grave danger."
"This is our battalion's top fighter. Unlike you bunch of cowards, you go up one and get defeated one after another, then say there's someone stronger, but you're too afraid to admit who's the strongest and come up here to get beaten, haha~"
The cultivator known as Fellow Daoist Mo, with two swords at his waist and three on his back, strode forward with his head held high, exuding an astonishing aura.
"The game is over."
“Just what I wanted.” Qing Yizi loosened her neck and grinned at him.