latelenovela Chapter 480
Chapter 480
The soldiers of the 134th Battalion appeared one after another. Some of them were still recovering from their injuries and had never even seen Zhong Ming in battle. Some of them did not trust that guy. On the path of cultivation, they only believed in their own fists.
"Why are you in such a hurry? We didn't agree on this time. You bunch of people are squatting here making a racket early in the morning, like you don't have any military missions. It's like you're at a big market."
The cultivators opposite him all showed anger upon hearing this, but Mo Li raised a hand to suppress the restless "public opinion" and calmly replied: "This concerns the direction of two major camps, how can we be hasty? Our camp has been discussing and deliberating all night to find a perfect solution. Do you think you are just making a decision based on your own words and a snap of your fingers, ignoring the many soldiers around you?"
A single sentence put Zhong Ming on the opposite side of the 134th Battalion. Many people frowned, their thoughts drifting away. It was indeed Qing Yizi who had been busy with this matter, but the protagonist, Master Cuihong, had not been seen for seven days.
At this moment of unease, a loud shout was heard:
"Insanity!"
Qing Yizi shouted, abandoning his previous nonchalant demeanor. His face was extremely gloomy. He pointed at Mo Li, his eyes wide and round like copper bells, and said, "Ignorant madman! Military affairs are the responsibility of the battalion commander and the captains and officers. You are nothing but a bunch of insignificant soldiers. How dare you overstep your bounds and presumptuously discuss the direction of the two battalions!"
The effect of these words was immediate. Although the men of the 135th Battalion were furious, they dared not utter another word. In the military camp, the officers naturally held the highest authority. If they were to shout again and be accused of mutiny, they would be in deep trouble.
There was nothing they could do; their superiors were all in jail.
The many experts of the 134th Battalion also put aside their wandering thoughts. Master Cuihong must have been busy dealing with the battalion commander's matter these past few days, which was indeed more important.
With just a single order from the battalion commander, the captain of his guard team could directly exercise his supervisory authority; who would dare to make a move?
Mo Li was naturally unhappy to be suppressed, but he couldn't refute it on that front, since all the higher-ups were their people, so he had to find another angle.
"Hmph, the ancient rule of the military camp is that those who can fight rise and those who retreat fall. Clear rewards and punishments and selecting the virtuous and capable are the way to gather troops. You know the outcome of the previous battles. If I hadn't fought you to the point of exhaustion that day, that Master Cuihong might not have been able to defeat me."
"Good, good, good!" Qing Yizi said "good" three times in a row, took three steps forward like a shooting star, and pulled a weapon from his storage bag, ready to fight another hundred rounds.
"stop!"
The sound of the bell seemed to drift from the clouds, and it fell from the sky along with the endless thunder that never ceased in the city of Jueya.
The group's momentum faltered, and they looked around but couldn't find the person.
Of those present, only Qing Yizi was slightly speechless. She wanted to point it out but felt it was inappropriate, so she simply let him be.
And so, after a brief period of chaos, the bells rang out from the sky.
To be precise, it was a leap from the towering muzzle of a cannon.
His body landed gracefully, his clothes fluttering in the wind. Although he was completely different from a week ago, the surrounding situation was remarkably similar.
They've come to "mediate" again.
Mo Li narrowed his eyes, his hand tightly gripping a small amount of white powder hidden on his wrist. This time, he absolutely could not let others know that he had not cultivated the Spiritual Plague. He had to successfully injure Master Cuihong and send this powder into the wound.
He spoke, "You've arrived? Master Cuihong."
"Let's skip the small talk, everyone's very busy. Let's get straight to the point. How's the discussion going on your end?"
Mo Li straightened his clothes, stood up straight, and faced the person opposite him, and said seriously: "On behalf of all officers and soldiers of the 135th Battalion, I would like to present our conditions: We agree to stop all private fighting activities, on the condition that one last large-scale competition be held."
"I do not accept."
Master Cuihong's words greatly surprised Mo Li. What did this guy mean? Was he planning to suppress the discontent of the entire camp single-handedly?
"Your Mightiness....."
“Let me tell you, I reported this to my superiors, and they agreed. Before, you could say I was discussing it with you, but now, stopping the private fights is an order, and anyone who disobeys will be dealt with according to military law.” Zhong Ming stood in the very center of the “arena,” looking down on everyone with disdain.
Mo Li gritted his teeth, preparing to force a fight with his opponent, even if it meant bearing some blame. But in the next moment, he heard Zhong Ming say:
“Now, anyone who wants to break military regulations and fight, and who has been personally stopped by me, can stand up.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw the captain of the Third Guard Squad slowly walk to the side and stand still.
Generally speaking, that's where the referee stands...
Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief. What was going on? He talked a lot of nonsense. It turned out he thought he was strong enough to be the referee.
Ha, then I'll beat someone half to death and force you to make a move, wouldn't that solve the problem?
Of the people here, Qing Yizi is the most difficult to deal with. Let's try to have a few people take turns fighting him to make him lose his condition. As for the other top combatants, it's not that we can crush them, but they are all more or less injured and have not yet recovered. We can take advantage of their injuries to chase and beat them. As the saying goes, a small hole can destroy a thousand-mile dike. In a battle where the strength is similar, even a small injury can be fatal.
Qing Yizi stepped forward, ready to fight Mo Li, but then he saw Mo Li take a few steps back, giving way to another elderly veteran powerhouse.
"Qing Yizi, I haven't been idle these past few days. I've specially practiced a move, and today I'd like to ask you for a few pointers."
Splash... splash...
Zhong Ming took out a large iron chain from his storage bag and casually fiddled with it in his hand. In fact, he wanted to get some handcuffs, but he was too busy and forgot.
Qing Yizi had no choice but to "fight a bitter battle" since the person had already arrived, exchanging several blows with this veteran Qi Refining stage expert.
After a few moves, the opponent's face grew increasingly pale, as if he had swallowed a fly, and he couldn't help but start to wonder if he had been tricked.
Is this spiritual plague really effective? Is it genuine? Did I cultivate it incorrectly? No, I've already tested it on demonic beasts.
Yes, the injury shouldn't be too serious.
Although he felt every move landed squarely, and the fight was incredibly exhilarating, he had to admit that all the attacks he thought could hurt his opponent landed beneath his robes. Perhaps all his spiritual power was blocked by the robes? Was Qing Yizi's wailing just a way of playing games with him?
He was unwilling to believe that the difference in strength between the two sides was so great, but he couldn't help but have doubts. In the ensuing exchange, he would focus all his strength on his blade, attacking the opponent's exposed skin.
Finally, he found his opportunity.