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Chapter 439
An hour later, everyone sat together, looking disheveled. Zhong Ming pulled out the work clothes he had worn when he left Feiyunfang last time and asked loudly, "Who lent me this last time?"
"It looks like it belongs to Liu'er."
"Liu'er is gone. She was crushed to death a couple of days ago."
Those closest to Zhong Ming fell silent for a moment, while the people on the periphery chatted about their own topics, which gradually spread and overshadowed the unpleasant subject.
"I'll wear this outfit then, it fits me quite well." Zhong Ming draped the clothes over his body, and after covering his muscles, he really didn't look any different from them.
“Sir, these are what we wear when we do dirty work. They’re not very nice for you. They’re a bit beneath your dignity.” One of the men next to him was trying to find the right words, but Zhong Ming didn’t bother with them at all.
"What are you talking about? You can wear it but I can't? Do you think I'm some kind of young lady from a wealthy family? Ah, you little brat, come here, I'll teach you a lesson myself."
"Oh, sir, you can't hit him too hard! We still need our military merits to get married, so don't damage anything important."
The guy had barely finished speaking when Zhong Ming slammed him to the ground. The two then engaged in a pure "martial arts contest," with one grabbing his leg and the other kicking his waist—a truly "evenly matched" contest.
Amidst the ruins, dust billowed as Zhong Ming slammed his brother to the ground. The brother landed on his back, seemingly unharmed, but the force of the impact caused him to roll a considerable distance.
Zhong Ming held a mid-grade spirit stone high in one hand and said, "I don't use spiritual power. Whoever knocks me down, this spirit stone is theirs."
"Whoa, sir, who can defeat you?"
"If more people come, we'll split it equally. If two people come, each person gets five low-grade spirit stones. If ten people come, each person gets one low-grade spirit stone. I'm always fair. One-on-one! I'll take on your entire unit."
As soon as Zhong Ming finished speaking, someone shouted, "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?" and the crowd swarmed around him.
At first, the crowd was relatively conservative, and everyone used pure hand-to-hand combat strength. Zhong Ming acted quickly, first knocking down the people who were closest to him. He mostly seized the opportunity to hold down their shoulders and heads, and slammed them down hard, making them fall flat on their faces.
These people who fell formed a "defense circle," and those on the outside could easily step on them and then receive a series of friendly greetings.
But as everyone on the periphery mobilized, Zhong Ming found himself in a difficult situation. He grabbed a man and used him as a shield as he charged forward. The man struggled and kicked wildly, hitting several people. Seeing this, Zhong Ming used him as a weapon and swept through the crowd.
After undergoing a round of tempering, his physique became quite powerful. He could swing a person weighing over 100 pounds as easily as playing with them. After this round of smashing, an opening appeared in the encirclement. He released the person in his arms and rushed towards the gap.
At this moment, the man who had been beaten flat on his face angrily got up and saw Zhong Ming about to run away, which made him furious.
"Surround him! Surround him quickly! Lao Wu, Xiao Long, rush up and grab him!" A loud shout came from the crowd, and the people around immediately rushed towards Zhong Mingfei.
Zhong Ming moved through the crowd like an eel, using the Flowing Cloud Body Technique to continuously traverse the ground.
"Human wall! Human wall, block him!"
A group of people, shoulder to shoulder and arm in arm, surrounded Zhong Ming.
"He can't use his spiritual power. Surround him, surround him quickly."
Zhong Ming smiled slightly and said, "I said we can't use spiritual power, not that we can't jump."
With his current leg strength, he needs to hold back a bit when he jumps, otherwise he might easily plunge headfirst into the anti-air restriction.
However, as he jumped up, he realized something was wrong.
Even if you jump, you'll eventually land.
Outside the human wall, the "capturers" who had been prepared were running around frantically, trying to determine his landing point. Without using spiritual power, he could not move in the air, and his landing point was almost fixed.
Amidst the chaotic running, Zhong Ming witnessed the results of these people's training.
The commander was walking uphill to a pile of ruins to survey the entire battle and direct the fighting. Strong men were on the ground to meet him; they had broad shoulders and powerful bodies. Meanwhile, the agile "skinny men" were charging forward, using the strong men as springboards, stepping on their shoulders to leap high into the air and hug Zhong Ming.
It doesn't matter what you can hug, even hugging a single finger is good.
Zhong Ming couldn't make many movements in the air and could only barely dodge a few people, but he was still hugged from behind by someone.
"Little Dragon! Grab him by the neck!"
Zhong Ming's body was incredibly strong; when the other person locked his neck, it felt like he was hugging a steel pillar.
Upon landing, Zhong Ming deliberately lowered his body.
He is like a big tortoise now, and the person on his back is the tortoise shell.
He pulled his hands and feet as far as possible towards his torso, and began to spin so fast that the people on top of him were slightly lifted off his back, with only his arms still tightly gripping his neck.
This young man named Xiaolong was like a rapidly spinning disc, constantly repelling those who rushed towards him.
Zhong Ming prepared to do a backflip to try and break free from the man's grasp. Just then, he heard people on the rubble shout, "Xiao Long, spread your legs! Brothers, grab Xiao Long!"
If I can't catch Zhong Ming, can't I catch Xiao Long?
A large group of people immediately grabbed Xiaolong's body in various parts, with two people hanging from his left leg alone.
But at this moment, they were still spinning, and quite fast at that. "Little Dragon" almost suffered the fate of being torn apart by five horses.
The more people on him, the greater the resistance became, forcing Zhong Ming to slow down. A group of people seized the opportunity and, like eagles catching chicks, grabbed onto Zhong Ming's back.
Now... it's become a dragon playing with a pearl.
Because Zhong Ming, the "Dragon Head," was preparing to capture the commander, with each step he took, the "Dragon Claws" dug deep into the ground, carving furrows in the ruins filled with rubble.
"Old Wang, this won't work!"
"Hey, they didn't say we can't use spiritual power, did they?"
"I didn't say it."
"Let's do it!"
In an instant, a dazzling array of spiritual energy shone forth. Since everyone's cultivation level was low, their spiritual energy was mainly used for tasks like moving things and strengthening their physical bodies.
Three breaths later, Zhong Ming watched as huge rocks flew up from the ruins and "covered the sky" as they fell on his head, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Are you all out of your minds?!" he shouted, and sure enough, some people were frightened and wondered if they had gone too far.
But some people, caught up in the moment, immediately replied: "If it were a matter of life and death, how could I possibly catch you!"
"on!"
Some outsiders began to assist others in controlling the unstable situation. The large stone was flying erratically in the sky, so they carried it on their shoulders to the area around Zhong Ming, forming a solid structure of a "stone wall" above and a human wall below.