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Chapter 145 Big Cold
"Chengbo is mighty!" Some people below the stage were already shouting in celebration. The Tang family members were extremely excited. Some of them had drunk too much and were bold enough to stand on the stools to cheer. Others were as if they had lost their parents and shouted at Zhong Ming with disappointment, "If you don't step up your game, I'm going to lose the bet!"
Zhong Ming calmed down and carefully observed the powerful tree wall that was pressing in.
Essentially, it's all a manifestation of spiritual energy, just an abundance of wood spiritual energy condensing according to the mysteries of the Dao. Don't panic, this is just a spiritual energy surge.
With that, Zhong Ming took a deep breath. The towering tree was now close at hand. He held the hook-and-sickle spear upside down, with the tip pointing backward and the shaft facing the tree. Spiritual energy poured into the spear at an alarming speed, and the entire spear exuded a terrifying aura. A chilling aura began to spread, as if the wind representing death was gathering in the shadows.
The next second, he moved, his speed seemingly changing in an instant. One moment he was still, the next he was rushing out with a whoosh, his hook-and-sickle spear sweeping across like a sudden gust of wind from the north, annihilating all living things.
Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique, Twenty-Four Forms, Great Cold.
The biting winds of the coldest winter swept through the "solid" wooden walls, and the lush trees began to wither and shed their leaves in an instant. Their bark cracked like shattered porcelain. The once dense trees twisted and squeezed against each other under the terrifying cold, eventually becoming sparse, lifeless deadwood.
The Tang family was dumbfounded. What kind of power was this? Who exactly was at the eighth level of Qi Refining?
The creation of the giant tree consumed a huge amount of Tang Chengbo's spiritual power, leaving him frozen in place, frantically urging his meridians to draw out even more spiritual power.
As for Zhong Ming... his spiritual energy was completely exhausted.
The dragon veins have dried up, the meridians have withered, and even the dantian has become like a long-drought pond, yearning for even the slightest bit of spiritual energy.
The late spring cold snap is a failed magic weapon, and its consumption of spiritual power is like a bottomless vortex. The only spiritual power combat technique that Zhong Ming can currently use is the Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique, which is most suitable for his water attribute, the "Great Cold".
So what if my spiritual power is exhausted? I still have my hook-and-sickle spear technique and thirty-one other mortal martial arts skills.
He steadied himself in a horse stance, thrusting his spear forward. A giant tree in front of him shattered like snowflakes, large chunks of the trunk scattering into countless fragments, returning to the ordinary wood spirit and dissipating into the world.
After the attack, there were still many trees behind him. Zhong Ming withdrew his spear and used his barb to cut several frozen vines. The spread of frost had begun to slow down as his spiritual energy was depleted. Zhong Ming knew that he could not hesitate at this moment.
He leaped back, swung his spear around his body, and after gathering his strength, unleashed a fierce downward strike, the spear tip instantly smashing through the tree trunk directly in front of him. The entire tree swayed precariously. He then spun the spear upward, the tip drawing a beautiful arc as it passed by, the sharp barbs almost grazing Zhong Ming's cheek.
Zhong Ming did not flinch; instead, he took a large step forward, using all his strength in his arm. As the spear tip turned backward, the metal spearhead at the end of the spear swung upward and smashed forward at a terrifying speed.
If the previous attacks were like thrusting with a spear and slashing with a knife, this one is like swinging a heavy hammer and smashing it hard against a dry and brittle tree.
Let us fall into eternal hibernation in the cold winter wind.
Tang Chengbo felt a sweet taste in his throat as his spell was forcefully broken. In the blink of an eye, a huge hole was smashed into the massive tree wall in front of him. The man's eyes were wide open, filled with murderous intent, showing no intention of holding back. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately leaped into the air, surrounded by countless withered leaves and broken wood that were dissipating into specks of fluorescent green spiritual energy. His aura was astonishing. He gripped the spear with alternating hands, the end of the spear pointing forward, and it began to spin again.
At first, he simply rotated the gun rapidly around the center of the barrel to increase its speed. But when the tip of the gun reached the top of the air, he loosened his grip slightly, and the barrel began to slide rapidly along his palm.
The center of the circle shifted to his right hand, which slid down to the spear handle. Finally, he joined the rotation, his left hand completely releasing to help maintain balance, while his right hand slashed downwards violently. At this moment, Zhong Ming's legs were as stable as a rock, and his waist was the true center of the circle.
The force of this strike was terrifying, determined to cleave Tang Chengbo vertically in two. In this critical moment, the cultivator, who was two realms higher, disregarded all pride, clasped his hands together, and shouted, "Vine Binding Armor! Vine Binding Shield!"
After a sound, countless vines shot out from his waist and back, "swimming" across his body and instantly forming a suit of armor and a shield.
The remaining spiritual energy all flowed into a dark jade pendant at his waist.
The final sound of the collision was just like the sound of a mountain pathfinder casually chopping a vine with a wood-chopping knife. The elastic vines used their layered structure to absorb the momentum of the strike, and each vine shook violently and uncoordinatedly, colliding with each other to cancel out the powerful impact.
After the hook-and-sickle spear cleaved through the vine shield, it was blocked by the vine armor. The dark spiritual energy flowing from the black jade pendant spread along the vines and eventually covered the entire vine armor. From a distance, it looked like a black, fully armored warrior was slowly awakening.
Seeing that his first attack had failed, Zhong Ming kicked his opponent in the chest, then drew his hook-and-sickle spear. The barbs tore through even more vines. He grabbed the tip of the spear with his left hand and spun around with the spear.
At this moment, his right hand was still nestled on the hilt of the gun, like a small metal tip protruding from a clenched fist, ready to punch the opponent.
As Zhong Ming's straight punch struck his opponent's blocking arm, and he was about to pull back and deliver a side slash with his spear, he felt a terrifying force gathering in front of him. His hair stood on end, and he instantly withdrew his fist.
"Thorns! I summon you."
The rattan armor cracked open with a series of snapping sounds, and countless sharp thorns pierced out from within, making the person look like a hedgehog.
Zhong Ming was startled and quickly retreated. His lack of practical marksmanship became apparent. At this moment, he could have simply slashed out with his spear, used the momentum to push his opponent back, and then executed a hook attack. However, he made a horizontal blocking motion.
He chose to take the attack head-on, even though he could have dodged it.
Tang Chengbo raised his hands furiously, and the tattered vine shield that had been cut in half coiled back into a pair of vine gauntlets, revealing countless thorns and spikes, displaying its formidable ferocity.
He slammed his fists onto the spear, the powerful impact injuring his tiger's mouth. His arms ached, and he felt as if his muscles were dislocated.
The medicinal effects of the wine continued to spread, and Zhong Ming was so overwhelmed by the potential of his body that his brain ignored the pain and commanded his body to move.
Come on then!
The spear was knocked away, and only one hand managed to hold it. The hand was a bloody mess, and the friction tore through the thick skin of the palm, leaving a tragic blood trail along the spear shaft.
Zhong Ming's greatest advantage lies in his dragon vein. This type of meridian accumulates spiritual energy on its own, unlike the twelve regular meridians which gather spiritual energy through cultivation. Although the speed at which it gathers spiritual energy is much slower than normal meridians, the advantage is...
I don't need to sit cross-legged and practice the techniques properly to accumulate spiritual energy and transform it into spiritual power.
The tiny bit of spiritual energy accumulated in this short time can only be used for one thing: opening the storage bag.
The mother-and-child swords are now in hand.