latelenovela Chapter 364
Chapter 364
The bell rang in response to the water.
The ferocious face hidden beneath the helmet was also chanting incantations. As the opponent's knife slid up his arm, the man in black did not notice that Zhong Ming's hand had already released the gun barrel and changed from a grip to a palm.
"I'm not familiar with this move, please forgive me."
Extreme Flood Turbulence!
At great distances, turbulence weakens as forces wear each other down, but unfortunately, we're facing each other head-on.
The man reacted extremely quickly, immediately channeling most of his power into his shield. His golden silk armor also lit up, and a hazy light enveloped his chest. The attack from "Extreme Flood Turbulence" was absorbed completely as if it had encountered a sponge.
"Back to you!"
He grinned wickedly; the pleasure of a successful scheme always brings an ultimate sense of ecstasy.
A similar, immense power erupted from his chest.
In a flash, what the man saw through the transparent blindfold was a look of pity.
The knife failed to achieve its purpose; the powerful counterattack sent the man staggering backward. Suddenly, the man in black remembered that the man's weapon seemed to have... a barb.
Zhong Ming did not move. The enemy was pushed away by the powerful reaction force and crashed into the barbed wire, his head separated from his body.
Ah, is this the thrill of being a mermaid? Being protected by the Divine Light Armor makes you so unrestrained!
His spiritual energy was rapidly dissipating. After withstanding the impact, his scales immediately dimmed, conserving spiritual energy. The high energy consumption of a mid-grade magic weapon had left Zhong Ming feeling as exhausted as if he had been fighting for an hour and a half.
The enemies behind them were sprinting at full speed, throwing several smoke grenades and chaff behind them, waiting for their leader to lead them out of the city wall. But in the blink of an eye, they saw their leader's head flying right over.
"Third brother, let's all attack together!"
Several men in black rushed forward, but Zhong Ming keenly noticed that the man who had been shouting wasn't acting so...heroically; he charged straight to the side.
"Whoosh!" A crossbow bolt coiled with a fire dragon whistled through the air and struck the man, instantly setting him ablaze.
"I'm here to help you!" The overly friendly warrior was rushing towards his "idol" when he suddenly saw a ball of fire hurtling towards him. He was so frightened that he unleashed three spells in quick succession, which exploded with deafening crackling sounds.
On the other side, across the smoke, several Foundation Establishment military academy students were strolling leisurely.
"Slow down, be careful, be cautious."
"You're so mean."
The group used their somewhat clumsy telepathic communication, a technique that can generally only be used freely and without pressure once one reaches the Golden Core stage.
They chuckled to themselves. This kid's arrogant, isn't he? Isn't he part of the guard? Go guard your city walls then.
"Let's go. If we drag this out any longer, it will make us look incompetent."
After saying this, one of the men switched back to his normal voice and shouted ahead, "Thieves, don't run away!"
With a heavy step, he landed on the ground, using his spiritual power. The shockwave from this incredibly powerful stomp dispersed most of the surrounding poisonous fog, revealing his figure.
What they saw was that man.
Zhong Ming, clad in gray-white scale armor, removed his helmet to reveal his true face and sat on the city wall... atop a mountain of corpses. The cold spring breeze was stuck in the floor tiles, and he held it lightly in one hand, as if playing with a toy.
"Hey everyone, you're back?"
"Tch." The man cursed under his breath. Were these people really that weak? They couldn't even last this long.
"Uh, the city walls... Guardians, these are our prey."
"Once you're on the city wall, you're mine. If you enter my defense zone and die under my gun, it's all my military merit, right, battlefield observer?"
On the tall watchtower to the side, a hand reached out from a small hole, giving a thumbs-up and waving it.
"You!" The Foundation Establishment student was about to lash out when a girl behind him grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
"Hold on tight. If any more enemies come, don't let them get away." She waved to Zhong Ming with "sincere" sincerity.
It's like they practically have "Next time I'll send a Foundation Establishment stage enemy over" written all over their faces.
Zhong Ming then said in a deep voice that could be heard throughout the entire room, "Find me some more military merits."
At this moment, his arrogant posture and the corpse he sat on amplified his aura to the extreme, exuding the majesty of a superior. He looked down at the students in front of him as if to say, "You are really useless. You can't even handle this many people."
"Hmph, let's go."
Several Foundation Establishment cultivators turned and left, secretly vowing to find someone to teach them a lesson, otherwise the useless members of the Flame Wolf Army would think they could defy them at will.
Just then, someone managed to subdue the man in black who was about to be burned to death, and cheered, "I killed him! I killed him! I earned military merit!"
Turning around, I saw Zhong Ming sitting down, blood flowing like a stream.
Instantly, a feeling of awe and reverence arose from the depths of his heart and could not be dispelled.
"Idol! Idol, you're amazing!"
'Well, now they don't even call me brother anymore.' Zhong Ming shook his head helplessly, never expecting that he would one day become someone else's idol.
"So cool! You look absolutely stunning in that scale armor, almost like a... shark..."
"Yes, I skinned them."
.....
The smell of smoke grew stronger, and the fire in the distance seemed unusual, likely caused by some kind of strange fire that couldn't be extinguished simply with water.
Zhong Ming was somewhat flustered, but the outpost gave him a sense of security. A small, dark iron cannon was hidden there, and after polishing the shells for some time, he could basically tell the power of the cannon.
Although the muzzle is small, its shells can penetrate the defenses of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator without any problem. It was originally designed for precision shooting, aiming to kill someone before it explodes. It can be described as the insane work of a certain master.
What Zhong Ming needs is to create opportunities for them and try to maneuver the situation as much as possible.
Well, he can't withstand more than that.
The city of Jueya was bustling with noise.
If it's an assassination, a high-level cultivator is enough; if it's an attack, a group of elites will suffice. Right now, black-clad men of varying strengths and cultivation levels are running around the city.
Rather than hunting down assassins, it was more like a purge. Zhong Ming preferred to believe that a family dressed in black was being wiped out.
Within the city, more places caught fire, some caused by lightning, some by the power of lava, and some by the mysterious power of light-attribute cultivators.
A series of explosions occurred on the street in front of Zhong Ming, and flashes of light continuously shone on his face.