latelenovela Chapter 382
Chapter 382
"disease!"
With a "whoosh," the mother and child swords suddenly shot out and instantly pierced his skin.
It's just skin deep. A cultivator's powerful physique is their capital for dominating the battlefield. Although they are at a great disadvantage when facing stronger cultivators, they can easily crush weaker ones.
But if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
The mother-and-child swords were given to Zhong Ming by the old Taoist priest and Miss Bai.
To be honest, Zhong Ming had no idea what the quality of this thing was, but it was just very easy to use.
"Don't move, you big oaf, there's a little gift smeared on this sword." Zhong Ming wanted to say this easily, but the sharp pain in his abdomen made it impossible for him to even finish his sentence.
"You? You actually managed to hurt me." Clearly, he didn't think Zhong Ming's gift was anything that could harm him. "I also practice the method of neutralizing poison. Although I'm not as immune to all poisons as someone with an innate poison body, I can neutralize any Qi Refining stage poisons that you can find at the military merit point exchange point."
"I never said it was poisonous."
Zhong Ming curled up, clutching his stomach, almost rolling on the ground in agony.
"You've been circulating your internal energy, haven't you? Does it feel like your meridians are on fire and it's burning?" Zhong Ming was also frantically circulating his internal energy; his abdominal injury was quite severe.
"Yes, what did you do?" The bald man glared angrily. Something was wrong. He couldn't use his internal energy anymore; it seemed to be helping that thing spread.
"Hey, this is my secret recipe from the guy next door. It's a combination of Chang Le San and aphrodisiacs. He calls it the 'Invincible Pill.'"
"You! You!!!" This burly man was truly panicked now. Aphrodisiac? The worst thing about aphrodisiacs is using spiritual energy to circulate them.
"Oh, what are you afraid of? Don't you have a few beautiful women? Go ask them for help!"
"I'll kill you!" The burly man was furious, but a sudden gust of cold air slapped him across the face. Although it didn't cause much injury, it did sober him up.
"Get out of the arena quickly! You can either announce your 'death' and meditate to suppress it, or find a female cultivator on the spot to take care of you. Choose one."
"You wait."
He signaled that he was withdrawing from the fight and sat cross-legged at the edge of the arena, trying to suppress the potion's power.
Zhong Ming used his weapon control technique to command the mother and child swords to fly out, but the strong man's hard muscles clamped the swords tightly like pliers, making them impossible to pull out. Zhong Ming got angry, stood up, and kicked the man in the waist.
"you!"
"Get off."
He pushed off his waist to draw his sword, but whether he used too much force or the bald man suddenly relaxed, the force that had been holding the sword away suddenly disappeared. Zhong Ming couldn't control his strength and rolled away.
Once inside the arena, the temperature immediately rose, with burning sparks everywhere. Touching anything would cause it to ignite, and the only way to extinguish it was by using spiritual energy to counteract the flames.
At the same time, the flames, thorns, and flowers scattered across the land also form an information network, whose owner is like a giant spider, standing on the "web" woven by his spiritual power to observe everything on the battlefield.
Zhong Ming reacted quickly; he immediately took off his sword and flew up. A fiery attack still grazed his body, and his clothes burst into flames. He had no choice but to take off all his clothes and put on his scale armor.
Once they reached the heavens, it was time for a duel with the cultivator in the sky.
Flying cultivators are skilled at hiding, and it is difficult to find them by ordinary means, so there is only one solution to the problem.
If you like to fish in troubled waters, then I'll do it too, and I'll make the water even muddier!
I am blind, and you must be blind too.
Zhong Ming closed his scale mask, bit the oxygen stone, and began operating the device. He threw out all sorts of smoke and poisonous fog that he had collected from everyone, creating a large, difficult-to-detect area in the air. The flying spiritual powder within was severely interfering with conventional detection.
This clearly informed the hidden cultivator that there was someone here, but he couldn't detect them.
He smiled slightly. "Just a Qi Refining stage cultivator? Do you really think I can only disperse mist and not condense it?"
With a wave of his hand, the huge gourd on his back no longer emitted a faint mist, but instead flowed out streams of a viscous substance that resembled both water and smoke. It was still a hazy gray, but one could clearly sense the murderous aura emanating from it.
He pointed slightly forward and said, "Go."
The gray substance shot out and exploded instantly upon contact with what Zhong Ming had thrown out. It was like fog compressed hundreds of times, suddenly released from its restraints, and instantly created a terrifying airflow.
In the simplest and most unpretentious way, we uncovered Zhong Ming's little scheme.
But that's exactly what Zhong Ming wanted.
Taking advantage of the gap in the airflow, he rushed forward.
"Trying to catch me? Hahaha, trying to catch me?"
The man was overjoyed; it had been so long since he'd seen such a reckless junior.
Zhong Ming became even more arrogant. He walked to a near-position and shouted, "Do you know which army I belong to? I'm from the Flame Wolf Army, and I'll conquer the world with my cannons!"
After saying that, he took out a round object and threw it in the general direction.
In an instant, the huge explosion startled several military academy students awake.
"Damn it, I forgot he's from the maintenance team, he has artillery shells."
Now, Zhong Ming, holding a cannonball in his hand, strolls leisurely around as if walking in the fog.
A large vacuum area appeared above, and the shockwave from the violent explosion pushed away a large amount of fog, just like the person.
A simple and unpretentious way to dispel it.
This time, however, the cultivator appeared and said, "Are you crazy? Using cannonballs here? Do you want to blow us all up? There are still more than sixty Flame Wolf Army cultivators down there!"
Zhong Ming remained calm, tossing the cannonball in his hand, and said, "Just now, I threw the smallest one. This one is much more powerful. If nothing unexpected happens, once this one explodes, the only thing that will remain intact on the arena will be the floor tiles."
The arena's floor tiles are specially treated and processed; not only are the materials of excellent quality, but the restrictions are also fully engraved, making them impossible to damage with ordinary attacks.
Upon hearing Zhong Ming's words, the man's temples twitched and his eyelids twitched.
"Are you crazy?"
While he was cursing loudly, he secretly put one hand behind his back and made a hand seal.
This time, it wasn't his flying sword that was deployed, but his paper clone.
Just as Zhong Ming was gently tossing the cannonball and waiting for it to fall, he suddenly pressed down with his finger.
A paper clone appeared instantly, grabbed the cannonball, and flew away at top speed.
Zhong Ming got what he wanted.
With a casual grab, the scaled creature pulled the thread controlling the paper clone.
"You'd better hold on tight, or we'll really explode if we fall," Zhong Ming said casually, then yanked hard on the silk thread, trying to find the person's true form along it.
The scariest thing right now is that no one can guarantee that Zhong Ming is lying.