latelenovela Chapter 381
Chapter 381
Zhong Ming stated...
Now that the front is baked, let's bake the back.
That's the good thing about lying on the edge of the arena; not many people throw spells at you there.
Over here, there are quite a few like-minded people. Some are secretly preparing some kind of spell, setting up formations, or secretly accumulating power to charge up a powerful magic weapon. Others are constantly moving around looking for opportunities to observe the combat habits and teamwork of the four Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Compared to the efforts of these Qi Refining cultivators themselves, it is obviously more effective to have a Foundation Establishment cultivator's attack miss and hit their comrade instead.
Some even feigned death. Some ruthless individuals discovered that these Foundation Establishment cultivators wouldn't intentionally harm them; at most, they'd be knocked away and break a few ribs. Some even used their injured comrades as shields to push them up, but their fate wasn't so good; several were severely injured and on the verge of death.
Zhong Ming appeared to be surrendering, but in reality, his meridians were so busy that he couldn't concentrate on healing them. The meridian-suppressing item was working at maximum efficiency to soothe the injuries. In the current situation, forcibly taking action could very likely cause the wounds to reopen.
Which wound are you asking about? All of them!
The surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, and more and more cultivators appeared on the outer perimeter. Most of them had been knocked unconscious and thrown over. Those who were wandering outside began to tentatively move inward because they could not see clearly inside.
Then the screams continued.
Zhong Ming waited quietly. To be honest, this whole thing seemed to be a way to get revenge on him, or rather, to throw everyone who wanted to be taught a lesson onto this stage.
Dense fog—who would have thought to use dense fog during a combat training exercise? Would the audience even be able to see anything?
As the noise gradually faded and the sounds of fierce weapons clashing grew fainter, Zhong Ming opened his eyes.
The outside environment was no longer the crowded place where you could easily take down three people with a wave of your hand. The bald, burly man would have to run for a while before he could catch one unlucky soldier.
This is hunting time, and also the start of the battle.
The quality of soldiers is more important than quantity.
Zhong Ming had been thinking for a long time about how to dispel the thick fog, but he still had no clue. It was hot and humid here, like being in a steamer.
He staggered along the edge of the arena and soon found some wounded people.
"Ouch~~ That was really ruthless."
"Hey bro, make room for me."
"Teng... I'm in so much pain, are you even human? You still want me to move?" One of the man's thighs was spasming uncontrollably for some reason, while the other had a horrific wound, with blood soaking his clothes and some roughly applied hemostatic powder.
"Come on, brother, let me put some medicine on you. Tell me, how did you get hurt like this?"
Zhong Ming changed his mind; he felt he needed more intelligence on the enemy.
"Ouch... be gentle with the rubbing, ah!!! It hurts~" he cried out, but his voice was already hoarse, and the sound he made was strange, like the sound of air flowing through a cave with a tattered curtain hanging on it.
"I'm not part of the professional medical team, so let's leave it at that for now."
“Oh well, I guess I’m just unlucky,” the man said, “I was targeted by that big guy. He’s really strong. He twisted my thigh with his arm like it was nothing. He suddenly appeared in the thick fog, grabbed my thigh and twisted it, and I couldn’t move. I fell to the ground, and then I crawled around trying to twist back. Now you can see, I’m not doing a good job of twisting, and I’m shaking too much.”
His voice trembled as he spoke, which was understandable; he had taken painkillers, but he couldn't stop the trembling.
"And your injury..."
"This was done by that big shot in the sky. It's also my fault. I was injured like this, so I should just admit defeat. At that time, I had a moment of madness and was blinded by bloodlust. I was still preparing to fight when I was injured by the magical artifact dropped by that guy in the sky who released the fog."
Zhong Ming understood; the cultivator above fought by releasing dense fog and then using a magical artifact called "Muddy Waters."
It seems we need to deal with the one who flies first, otherwise it would be too terrifying for a bald guy to suddenly appear out of the thick fog.
"In your opinion, how should we deal with the enemy?"
"If I had known, I wouldn't be lying here."
"What I mean is, if you were given another chance, what would you do?"
After Zhong Ming finished speaking, the man was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I understand what you mean."
Then....
"Here, this is what I have left. See if there's anything you can use. I'll use it in battle."
Zhong Ming: ? ? ? No way, brother, I'm not here to rob you.
"Give me back what you didn't like, I'm going to change my mind."
Zhong Ming glanced at the items and saw nothing special, just some cheap, common stuff like smoke pellets and poison gas. "Alright, brother, I appreciate your kindness. I don't think we can win, but we have to take down at least one person, otherwise it'll be too embarrassing."
After he finished speaking, he slowly got up and took a few more steps forward. When he encountered wounded soldiers, he continued to help and ask them questions. Most of them were still willing to give him some information. The internal strife within the Flame Wolf Army was very serious, but they were surprisingly united at this time.
"Brothers, this is all the information we can give you. You guys have to keep it up."
"Still not enough? Our Flame Wolf Army has sent so many men, and we still can't defeat them?"
"I don't want to be last, but I really can't beat them."
.....
Hearing this, Zhong Ming could only nod silently. He wasn't even sure if the other person could see his blurry face in the thick fog.
Many people gave him items they considered useful. Although they weren't expensive, they added up and it was a collective effort.
Within the battlefield, the sounds grew fainter and fainter; now, even if he wanted to fight, he could no longer find the enemy in the fog.
So he lay down again, comfortably and peacefully. He didn't set up any array plates around him, but left the mother and child swords outside, next to the previous unconscious wounded soldier.
The wounded soldier gave him something before he lost consciousness; he was a good person.
"Boom~"
He heard a heavy footstep, the sound still far away, but a dark figure in the thick fog was already close at hand.
"I'm a casualty."
"Only those we injure are considered wounded!" The bald man was extremely arrogant. He kicked Zhong Ming in the abdomen with his toe, instantly hooking him up. With a forceful kick, he sent this large, living man flying into the air. At this moment, Zhong Ming was not yet wearing his scale armor. He felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bald man was taken aback. "What if they really killed him?"
This is bad. We need to be careful, just inflict a serious injury. Killing a captain or wounded soldier is something even a military academy student can't cover up.
He moved more gently, deciding to break Zhong Ming's limbs so as not to kill him, while still saving face.
He grabbed Zhong Ming's thigh with one hand, but in an instant, Zhong Ming flipped his wrist and used the "Spring Cold" technique to strike the bald man hard.
The opponent was indeed at the Foundation Establishment stage, and his movements were swift. He gripped the gun barrel with one hand and transformed his grip into a fist with the other, striking towards Zhong Ming's abdomen.