latelenovela Chapter 374
Chapter 374
Before Zhong Ming could react, a silver needle pierced his hand with a barely perceptible whooshing sound.
Extremely fast speed and extremely accurate attacks.
The blow pierced the Laogong acupoint, hovering in place and blocking the flow of spiritual energy in that meridian.
Zhong Ming muttered to himself: Damn it, I was careless.
It was difficult for outsiders to see the changes in his expression. Perhaps it was the numerous scars on his face that made him look ferocious and terrifying, or perhaps it was his skin that was so thick that it perfectly concealed the flesh that twitched in pain.
He continued eating as if nothing had happened, raising his hand and doing so with a manner that was neither elegant nor dignified, as if he wasn't the one being pricked by the silver needles.
This action was seen as a provocation by 01, and another flying needle flew rapidly through the air, but Zhong Ming quickly pulled his hand into his sleeve.
"Ding~~"
Those cultivators who were relatively close could hear a crisp collision sound.
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
When Zhong Ming's hand reappeared, it was now covered in grayish-white scales.
He switched to a different dish, boldly picking up a sizzling, piping hot leg of lamb, seemingly wearing "gloves" only to insulate it from the heat.
The scales protected his neck, but there was no coverage above that. He didn't believe that this 01 lady would dare to stick a needle directly into his forehead in such a place.
"Have you forgotten that this is ultimately a world where strength reigns supreme?" Her hand rested on the table, tapping gently. With each tap, a surge of spiritual energy shot out from the silver needles. It wasn't particularly destructive, but the intense pain from the reversed flow of energy through his meridians was eroding Zhong Ming's spirit.
But Zhong Ming started... teasing the dog.
"Suckling sound~~ Hey, good boy~~"
other people:? ? ?
01 frowned as she felt a warm sensation from her silver needle. She couldn't understand why "warmth" should be a feedback from a needle.
Zhong Ming's lips curled up slightly. He knew very well that he had polished this silver needle. A single silver needle was enough to be a mid-grade magic weapon, but she had a whole set. When they were used together, both the spiritual energy consumed and the power were comparable to a good magic weapon.
But she never expected that Zhong Ming's polishing bricks would be refined into a meridian-suppressing object.
Zhong Ming directly moved the polishing brick to this meridian and rubbed it around the silver needle, resisting the spiritual power shooting out from it while giving it a "bone" as a benefit, like training a dog.
"what are you doing?"
"Naughty children don't get candy."
The next moment, a powerful force surged straight into the silver needle.
The essence of the mirror-polishing brick is to infuse the power of the bell into the target through the action of "polishing the mirror," making the opponent's spiritual power more abundant. Of course, it can be used to push the target towards the point of being overfilled.
With each friction, the silver needle's power surged, transmitting to her an extremely pleasurable sensation.
She hesitated for a second, wondering if this Master Cuihong was trying to curry favor with her.
The next second, another surge of spiritual energy rushed into the silver needle. The spiritual energy within its material was so abundant that it was almost overflowing. The spiritual energy began to penetrate into the operating spiritual patterns, interfering with the operation of the silver needle's spiritual energy to some extent.
The polishing brick is stuck in a crucial position. As a device to stabilize the meridians, within its territory, it is quite difficult for the silver needles to suddenly launch an attack unless they self-destruct.
01 The eldest sister felt that her control over the silver needles was weakening. Some of the functions she commanded to be activated seemed to be severely interfered with. The piercing spiritual power was no longer emanating, and instead, a chaotic internal spiritual pattern network appeared.
"Oh, there's a thorn stuck in it."
Without even blinking, Zhong Ming instantly pulled out the silver needle as the polishing brick started its next "polishing" cycle and casually tossed it under the table.
01 Her eyelids twitched suddenly. Was the physical strength of True Person Cuihong really that powerful? It had far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. She tried her best to control the silver needles on the ground, but they seemed to be drunk. They swayed and floated under the table for a while, but she could not control them. In the end, they just floated to her feet and she stepped on them.
01 is a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator and the leader of the maintenance team. Precision and meticulousness are her motto. She will not repeat the attack methods that have caused problems until she has figured out what happened.
Just as she was hesitating whether to use a different attack method with the silver needles or switch to another set of magical artifacts, Zhong Ming muttered to himself, "Ugh, pricking people with thorns is such a hassle, I need to wear gloves!"
As he spoke, he put on the scale-armored gloves, and only then did he feel somewhat safe.
"Huh? Why aren't they moving?"
Zhong Ming turned around abruptly and said casually, "No battalion commanders or deputy battalion commanders are going up to speak, so why is everyone stopped?"
Although the others didn't say it, their eyes revealed their admiration.
'What a real man! He dares to pull it out like that? Isn't he afraid of ruining his meridians?' That's what they all thought.
The sound was even more muffled. Zhong Ming couldn't tell what had hit him, but he felt a section of his inner thigh, including the flesh and scales, cave in.
'Even scale armor defense is this difficult?' This thought flashed through Zhong Ming's mind. He abandoned his illusions, guarded his mind, and confirmed that the sickly Foundation Establishment cultivator he had killed earlier was a piece of trash and could not compare to these powerful cultivators who had been through countless battles.
She frowned, stopped tapping, and instead echoed, "Hmm, why has everyone stopped? Aren't you going to eat?"
Upon hearing this, the others immediately started eating with their chopsticks, stuffing whatever they actually picked up into their mouths, pretending to be enjoying the meal.
She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, saying, "Wearing gloves is a good idea, but it's too hot; we can't wear them all the time."
“Haha, it’s not impossible,” Zhong Ming’s smile deepened. “I know a guy who has been wearing it all the time and it hasn’t affected his life much. Actually, the hardest part of some things is starting to do them.”
(Xuanjing: Achoo! Hmm? Who's thinking about me?)
She looked around and ultimately didn't insist. "Today is a celebration banquet, and there are many things we can't say from the bottom of our hearts. We can get together again after the banquet."
Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief; the crisis was temporarily averted, or rather, moved to the later stages.
Zhong Ming nodded, but still showed no intention of removing the scales. Instead, he carefully cut the monster leg in his hand into small cubes before putting it into his mouth. His actions were so meticulous that they seemed almost superfluous.
The victory celebration began shortly afterward. The battalion commander was the first to step forward, his breathing somewhat unsteady, having been slightly injured in the previous hunt. The enemy was not only at the Foundation Establishment stage but also at the Golden Core stage.
"Gentlemen, our mobilization for this battle was rushed, but everyone gave their best performance, perfectly demonstrating the strong discipline and mobilization of our Flame Wolf Army. We showed our allies what the Flame Wolf spirit is all about. Everyone did a great job."