bookrandom Chapter 378
Chapter 378
"Hey, hey, this is enough."
"No way! My dear old captain has always been generous. It would be really unfair of him not to help out his brother's business." Xuan Jing shamelessly stuffed all ninety-eight far-seeing talismans into Zhong Ming's hands.
"One military merit point, how do I pay?"
"Three military merit points, you're a real shady businessman!" Zhong Ming casually tossed out three high-grade spirit stones.
Xuan Jing took the spirit stone, rubbed it on his armor, and happily stuffed it into his storage bag. He then plopped down next to Zhong Ming, his short, stout body immediately pushing Zhong Ming aside.
The battle in the arena began. When the female cultivator saw that the bell wouldn't ring, she sighed inwardly, thinking that he had brought trouble upon himself and that she couldn't blame herself.
Her small leather whip drew screams of surprise, while the cultivators below, eager for a good show, seemed to be letting loose and enjoying themselves among the crowd.
"Sister, hit me quickly!"
"That's it, push harder, oh~~"
The battle was off from the start. One after another, Flame Wolf Army cultivators fell to the ground and convulsed under her attacks, but the others still pounced on her like wolves. Those with higher cultivation even flew on their magical artifacts, forming a three-dimensional offensive.
The area was completely surrounded by people, and many were throwing things at us. Some were simple spells, and some were smoke bombs, but no one was throwing anything that was too lethal. The people around us were too dense, and it would be too easy to blow up our comrades.
The female cultivator began to spin, the whip swirling around her body, forming layers of rapidly rotating "protective circles".
Almost no one noticed that the rope was getting longer.
Zhong Ming didn't notice that he was still chatting with Xuan Jing about armor, including but not limited to, "Do you really wear your armor all the time? You don't even take it off to sleep? How do you go to the toilet then?" "Won't sweat accumulate inside the armor?" "When you're fully armed with your face shield, if you fart, will it bother you?"
To be honest, Zhong Ming was asking serious questions at first, but as the two brothers got more and more into the conversation, the topic gradually veered off course.
"Do I need to wax my scales? Um, the kind of wax you mentioned, the one made with wild queen bee wax mixed with powder from Shirayaki and Seiryu bamboo, and... and..."
"And pine resin. Didn't we send you a thousand-year-old pine tree before? The resin from that tree was quite good."
"boom!!!"
A tremendous sound came from the arena, startling everyone. Zhong Ming turned his head and saw that the entire arena was filled with swirling whips. The scale of the whips had increased thousands of times, forming a storm of iron whips across the arena. There were no fancy maneuvers, just layers upon layers, spinning at an extremely high speed.
This is truly a case of getting hurt from a mere graze, and dying from a single touch.
Many people were sent flying by the blow. Because the arena was square, some people survived at the four corners. Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level took out a steel knife, jumped high, gathered all his strength, and prepared to fight to the death. He unleashed a powerful strike, "Splitting Mount Hua," which slammed into the long whip.
Then, the entire steel blade flew through the air and landed outside the arena.
She simply extended her whip outwards little by little, and those cultivators were sent flying. The last one smiled helplessly, cupped his hands, and jumped off the arena, thus saving some face.
"Huh, it's over already? What happened?" Several similar voices came from the stands, and some people who had been daydreaming were asking around.
Zhong Ming's attention was completely off the beautiful woman on stage. He stared intently at the burly man below the stage as he silently picked up the steel knife, tenderly stroking the blade. Suddenly, he realized that this might be a huge business opportunity for him!
Not all maintenance requires upgrading; that's a myth. Basic maintenance simply restores the spiritual power of the materials, fills in the gaps, and repairs the damaged spiritual patterns.
Suddenly, a man appeared behind him, dressed in all black, standing out conspicuously against the clear blue sky.
"You, step onto the stage."
Zhong Ming ignored him, or rather, he didn't think the person was calling him at all.
Until the man kicked him in the back with considerable force, causing him to stumble.
Just now, I was discussing armored combat with Xuan Jing. His armor was a mid-grade spiritual artifact, while Xuan Jing's was a super armor he obtained from the treasury, with astonishing defensive capabilities.
Zhong Ming slowly put on his scale armor, a gesture that led the man to believe that Zhong Ming was obeying his orders and preparing to go on stage.
Then, the man put on his faceplate, completely encased in armor, and pulled a...cannonball from his storage bag.
It can shatter the Foundation Establishment stage and threaten the Golden Core stage.
He held it in his hand like that, and even if no one could see his face clearly, they could imagine Zhong Ming's arrogant expression at that moment.
"Are you teaching me what to do?"
The man raised an eyebrow and said, forcing a smile, "You're not convinced?"
"This is a secondary shell from a dog-class cannon, a high-explosive shell. As long as even a bit of your flesh is exposed, it can guarantee to blast you to charred bones. And me, a newbie in the maintenance team, has just learned maintenance. Can't I guarantee that I won't accidentally trigger the shell's fuse?"
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Do you know what you're doing, you idiot?" Zhong Ming casually tossed the cannonball into the man's arms.
The man in black flashed and appeared more than ten feet away, while Zhong Ming nimbly stretched out his toes to catch the cannonball, which spun around on his toes.
"Huh? Where did everyone go? That's strange. Did we encounter a ghost in broad daylight?"
The person walked with strange steps, leaving several afterimages in the air, and then... sent a paper doll clone to deliver a message.
"This is an order. I order you to go up."
"Who do you think you are? I'm a captain-level officer, how dare you order me around?"
"Your battalion commander's order is that all monks in good condition should go up and participate in the training as much as possible."
Zhong Ming snorted coldly, "This is a form from the medical team. You want me to go up there? Let me tell you! If I go up there today, you'll be in big trouble. I'll definitely report you to the inspector."
The diagnosis report floated down from the sky, but was suddenly hit by something, flew a distance at an angle, and then circled back down to Zhong Ming's feet.
"Do you think war will choose to come when you're not injured?"
"I don't know how to fight, but I do know how to train. If you don't like it, hit me! Try hitting me!"
The shells bounced around in its hand, and most of the people in the back row went to the front to line up, so there were hardly any people in this area.
The paper clone of the man in black stomped his foot and vanished into thin air, while his real body disappeared without a trace.
"Fellow Daoist Cuihong, you don't really want to blow me up, do you?" Xuanjing had been standing firmly beside Zhongming, but after the other party left, he suddenly jumped away and complained to Zhongming.
"You're a complete terrorist," he said, turning away with three high-grade spirit stones in his hand.