latelenovela Chapter 146 Although defeated, it is still glorious
Chapter 146 Although defeated, it is still glorious
Tang Chengbo was not good at close combat.
His first reaction was to create space and return to his advantageous position.
While the black vines formed an armor that obscured the opponent's entire vision, a huge gap suddenly split open on the back of the vine armor, and Tang Chengbo retreated from it, leaving behind a vine clone to fight against Cuihong Zhenren.
This depleted his already meager spiritual power, forcing him to take out a mid-grade spirit stone from his storage bag and hold it in his hand to begin recovering his strength.
Just as a wisp of spiritual energy flowed into his body along the Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian of Hand, Tang Chengbo relaxed.
In an instant, a long sword pierced through the armored clone with overwhelming force, the tip of the sword only half an inch away from his eye. If there were still even a trace of spiritual energy surging within it, his head would have exploded in two.
Zhong Ming's attack was successful, but he felt something was wrong and realized that he had failed to hurt his opponent, so he drew his sword and turned to defend.
He originally had no spiritual energy left, but the mother and child swords were still being nurtured using the Qi-cultivation method. Although the child sword was being nurtured within the mother sword, it was impossible to use it in this kind of "sparring" situation, but the mother sword, which was inserted into an ordinary peach wood sword box, could.
A surge of sword energy, nurtured over a long period, burst forth under Zhong Ming's brute force, piercing through the black rattan armor's defenses.
Now that the clone had been destroyed, there was no need to maintain the human form. Countless vines exploded on the spot, blasting Zhong Ming far away.
Both of them stared at each other in shock. Zhong Ming covered his face; the explosion had been too close to him. Even though the tortoise shell was made of spiritual material, it couldn't protect his limbs and head without spiritual power.
His entire face was bleeding, and the fine wounds stained his body red, as if all his previous struggles were just the fantasies of a brute.
Tang Chengbo collapsed to the ground, terrified by the sword strike. With his spiritual energy depleted, he lacked Zhong Ming's powerful physique and could barely stand.
The Tang family patriarch's expression grew even uglier. He had already realized that Zhong Ming's spiritual energy was exhausted. The problem was that if the two of them just sat on the ground like this and lingered for a while longer, the spiritual fruit that he had just acquired would change hands.
Old Master Yue's eyes sharpened; his thoughts were completely different from those of Clan Chief Tang.
This kid... he's got a good presence. His face is covered in blood, but he looks much better than before.
To put it simply, as long as you can't see Zhong Ming's face clearly, he looks extremely handsome right now.
Zhong Ming gripped the snow-white longsword in one hand, the blade pressed against his forearm, while the other side of his forearm shielded his face, wiping away bloodstains with his tattered sleeve; his other hand tightly gripped the Late Spring Cold Spear, and he pressed it against the ground. If the location were different, the spear would surely have driven into the ground, providing Zhong Ming with a place to lean on.
He positioned himself sideways, ready to launch the next offensive.
The opponent unleashed several flashy and powerful spells in succession. Even the Tang family, known for their abundant spiritual energy, might not be able to withstand them, especially the rattan armor clone followed by self-destruction, which was executed too hastily.
Great spells require too much spiritual energy and need to be condensed over a long period of time. Using them in a short time will inevitably overload the meridians and damage the twelve primary meridians.
Zhong Ming wanted to press the attack, giving his opponent no time to breathe. Neither of them had any spiritual energy left, so even though my injuries were more severe than his, the situation was still evenly matched.
The Flowing Cloud Steps were clearly and distinctly displayed this time. A thin line of blood formed on the ground where the toes traced the path, and the entire area where the feet traced the path was a bold and colorful stroke. The arena was like a canvas with the sound of bells, using blood to paint a breathtaking "Flowing Clouds Fighting for Life" picture.
He drags the spear with one hand, then raises the sword high in the backhand and thrusts it back.
Tang Chengbo gritted his teeth, and with a flick of his wrist, a green pipe appeared instantly.
He mustered his strength and blew a powerful breath into it, and a large amount of thick fog flowed out, instantly enveloping him.
Ritual implements, morning mist.
It resembles flowing mountain mist, or a thick fog, so dense that you can't see your hand in front of your face.
Zhong Ming charged forward entirely by instinct, all his sense of touch vanishing as his exposed skin broke apart. Once he was enveloped in the fog, he could no longer discern the enemy's location.
Chief Tang sighed. They had won, and they had lost.
This pipe was a magical artifact he prepared for Tang Chengbo to escape with. It had no actual killing power, but the spiritual energy it consumed was somewhat special.
Now, Tang Chengbo chose to take advantage of the dense fog to recover his spiritual energy, and then defeat the exhausted Master Cuihong in one fell swoop.
It must have exceeded the time limit of their bet.
"Grandpa Yue, you're in for a treat today."
With a flick of his sleeve, Chief Tang revealed a square white jade food box on the wooden table in front of him.
"Go and send it to Old Master Yue."
"Hahaha, how could I possibly accept this?" Even though they weren't far apart, Chief Tang could hear this infuriating "loud, suppressed laughter."
"What's the big deal? My Tang family is large and prosperous, we don't need these spiritual fruits. Everyone, please have a taste, don't be shy."
After quite some time, Zhong Ming finally flew off the stage, but this time he returned in triumph like a hero. Many people caught him and then tossed him high into the air.
No one considered it a failure; in fact, they felt a little regretful. If Tang Chengbo had been just a tiny bit bolder and dared to launch one more attack with his vine armor, Zhong Ming's longsword would have surely pierced him through the heart.
Zhong Ming's injuries were not actually serious, just an alarming number of superficial wounds. With the help of the residual medicinal effects of the medicinal wine, the bleeding had been basically stopped in the thick fog, but the excessive blood loss made his face pale.
Well, I have to say it, the saying "fair skin covers a hundred flaws" is really true.
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In the following matches, the Yue family achieved two wins and one loss as they wished, winning one and losing one in the battle against the sixth level of Qi Refining, thus winning the match.
At the gambling table, some of the Tang family members were shouting and cursing, some were wailing, and some were silently drinking another pot of wine. Anyway, they had drunk too much good wine at the wedding banquet, so they were not so restrained. Instead, they were red-faced and pulling at each other to compete for the "right to speak," which made the wedding even more enjoyable.
The gamblers wouldn't stop; soon another game would open, and they would flock to another gambling table.
That night, the lights were on. Yue Kaishan and several other brothers carried Zhong Ming to his house. After exchanging a few words with the Yue family members, they took Zhong Ming to his room to lie down and rest. "I will take care of my brother, so don't worry."
Inside the new house, dragons roared and phoenixes danced, strange phenomena appeared in the sky, and spiritual energy poured in.