Chapter 316 - 177: Scared? (2/3)

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Chapter 316: Chapter 177: Scared? (2/3)[Hear my command, stand aside!] He Wuchang abruptly shouted. Upon hearing the command, the apparition of the Kanming Bell paused slightly, hesitating. Its spirituality was extremely familiar with An Jing’s aura, but the Governor’s Token was also a command it should obey. Faced with both, it didn’t know whom to aid. If that’s the case... it would suppress both sides. [——Martial Law——] A vast yet vague will surged from the depths of the Earth Vein, pressing down equally on An Jing and He Wuchang along with the rain: [During Kanming City’s wartime, the use of Art of Magic and Divine Skills is prohibited.] [What?]He Wuchang, caught off guard, failed to avoid the suppression of the Divine Weapon: [I hold the Governor’s Token; you should obey the order... Obey the order!] [Damn it! Has this Divine Weapon gone mad?] Hum. A heavy golden light pressed down, forcing He Wuchang, who was initially suspended in the air, to land on the ground. The protective radiance around An Jing also dissipated at the same time, causing the young boy, who had entered meditation and was nurturing his Inner Breath, to open his eyes. The courtyard of Kanming City’s official mansion was enveloped in a hazy golden light from the Earth Vein; it was the protection of the core of the Great Formation. Not only this area but several neighboring blocks remained intact, unaffected by the battle between An Jing and the Grandmaster, or even the repercussions from the collision of Divine Repository’s Divine Skills and tokens. This was also why the closer the houses were to the official mansion, the more expensive they were. Although they couldn’t protect people, the properties were extremely difficult to destroy, only pure brute force could tear them down. An Jing slowly rose to his feet and exchanged glances with the silent He Wuchang; both of their expressions were unpleasant. An Jing’s pallor was due to excessive blood loss, while He Wuchang’s was due to self-doubt and irritation brought by the continuous foiling of his plans. The Governor’s Token in his hand had already shattered, turning into ethereal Earth Pulse Qi and dispersing. Though he had collaborated with Da Chen and received a token that could issue a controlling command to the Great Formation, He Wuchang had originally not planned to use it but to preserve it using a Secret Technique, as a contingency plan for later dealings with Chen Haoshan. This time, its use was because He Wuchang believed Jing Xuan’s presence was far more critical than a backup that might not even threaten Chen Haoshan. But who would have thought... both the Great Formation and the Divine Weapon simultaneously rejected his request. Who on earth is this Jing Xuan? Conventional beings that gain the attention of Divine Weapons surely wouldn’t cause Divine Weapons to defy a Governor’s command... This is utterly impossible! Unless... [Could you really be related to Princess Mingjing?] He Wuchang muttered to himself. He couldn’t believe it, but it was the only guess he had:[Or have you secretly joined Da Chen? Does Mingguang Dust also have a collaboration with Da Chen?] "So much nonsense." An Jing sneered: "Scared?" He Wuchang’s face visibly reddened. Even though his Blood Fiend incarnation was originally blood-colored, it now seemed even more intense. He said nothing more but took a deep breath. The Blood Fiend on his cheeks gradually rose, ignited, and his shoulders and arms bulged with layers of Great Tendons. A stream of Blood Fiend flowed from his veins, condensing along the tiger’s mouth and forefinger into a long blade firmly grasped by He Wuchang in his hand. Since he could not use Art of Magic or Divine Skills, he would catch this sharp-tongued brat using purely physical strength and Martial Skills! "Dead? Mute? Scared I’ll choke you with another word?" Seizing the moment, An Jing laughed heartily: "You really are scared, aren’t you?" [Shut up, you brat!] He Wuchang roared and took a step forward! Boom!!!! Even the protection of a Divine Weapon couldn’t block the pure physical destruction. Under He Wuchang’s power, the stone slabs shattered, raindrops broke into a hazy fog, and a ghastly blood shadow darted out, like an eagle swooping for prey on the plain. As he stepped forward and swung his sword, behind He Wuchang, the Fate Pattern totem of the Nine-Headed Ghost Carriage emerged ethereally. The nine phantoms launched attacks at An Jing from different directions, their beaks merging with He Wuchang’s Blood Blade, turning into nine unruly and fiercely murderous blade lights! And An Jing’s eyes flickered. He Wuchang indeed took the initiative to attack, which gave him room to respond. Even though the opponent couldn’t use the Art of Magic or Divine Skills, he was a genuine Martial Meridian Grandmaster. Even if the incarnation as a Blood Fiend lacked the enhancement of Divine Abnormality on his physique, his sheer strength far exceeded his own. Under such conditions, one must use cunning! An Jing raised his paired clubs, in the pouring rain, drawing two arcs like curtains. This move appeared unremarkable, yet it reliably blocked the trajectory of the nine blades of light. One after another, the crisp sound of metal on metal rang out, the energy waves inside the courtyard rose and fell abruptly, blowing all the dust and gravel away. He Wuchang’s Martial Skills were indeed exceptional. Each Martial Meridian had fought countless battles, not to mention a True Person of the Divine Repository? His offensive was like boulders falling from a mountain, and like a battle formation repeatedly charging bloodied into battle. The sinister power of the Curse Grudge Force flung from his blade, driving his successive strikes, aiming to sever An Jing’s limbs and seriously injure him. But An Jing firmly caught all his attacks, his paired clubs acting as extensions of his hands, pushing, pulling, and unloading force, each technique perfectly smooth. Even though He Wuchang’s strength was much greater, An Jing’s eyes flickered, and between his chest and abdomen breathing, he was also able to muster strength slightly less than He Wuchang’s but not by much, deflecting each strike of the Blood Blade! This was "Embracing the Pill"! Concentrating strength at one point and then explosively releasing it, thus allowing even a common body to unleash power comparable to a Martial Artist. And An Jing, a genius Martial Artist, used this technique to contend with a Martial Meridian. This stemmed from An Jing’s previous life’s Skills, mixed with Piercing Armor True Strength, Son of Heaven Method, and Grasping Heavenly Moment, to accelerate his thinking and see through He Wuchang’s attack pattern, and then make a small, explosive unloading of force. Moreover, the cursed power of the Blood Fiend was almost useless. The Purple Glowing Bright Metal of the paired clubs indeed had special effects in dispelling cursed blood energy — this was probably why the Northern Patrol Envoy wanted to give this weapon to Jing Xuan. But An Jing had ultimately already been severely injured, and no matter how he concentrated and exploded his Inner Strength, being able to exchange blows with a Martial Meridian Grandmaster was already beyond belief. He Wuchang, seeing that he couldn’t subdue An Jing in a few moves, was already furious with embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and urged on his Blood Fiend, bursting forth his full strength towards An Jing’s right arm, forcing the youth to also explode his full strength to shift his attack, slashing a huge gash in the ground. Immediately afterward, He Wuchang roared again, squeezing the essence of the Blood Fiend transformation, forcibly gathering another breath of Blood Fiend without recuperation — he swung his sword downward, forcing An Jing not to unload the force but to meet him head-on in a direct clash! If he were in good condition, An Jing could have dodged away at the critical moment, but now his right arm had just been reattached. The explosion and unloading of force just now were already his limit; even maintaining balance was difficult, so he could only stand his ground and fight hard. Even so, An Jing gritted his teeth, driving the Lifebound Fiend within his body, strengthening his paired clubs and arms with the power of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban. He staunchly blocked three more blows, then using the Golden Thunder Law, as his paired clubs were blown away, he also blasted apart the Blood Blade in He Wuchang’s hand. Immediately after, An Jing didn’t step back, but instead moved forward, fiercely closing the distance, crashing into He Wuchang’s inner circle, and began a ferocious and perilous close-range combat! Punch! Elbow! Palm! Forehead! Knee! Foot! Shoulder! Each move aimed directly at vital points, each punch carried force throughout his body! The surging wave of energy not only cleared all the rainwater within ten feet, but also drove away the water on the ground, creating scattered dry patches. Such fierce, fearless close-range combat was truly astonishing to He Wuchang; he too was caught off guard initially, awkwardly receiving a few blows before An Jing heavily elbowed him at the temple, shattering half of his head. If it were his previous life, An Jing would have won—he had indeed used pure Martial Skills, seized the opportunity, and counter-killed a Martial Artist far more powerful than himself. But unfortunately, the Blood Fiend Dharma Body wasn’t human. It had no vital points. Even with half his head gone, He Wuchang could still fight, and having recovered, he was no longer enraged or haughty, but gravely serious, nearly to the point of desperation, gathering 120,000% of his spirit for a counterattack! When a True Martial Meridian leaves no openings and fights in the most secure way against someone with only Inner Strength... even for a genius like An Jing, defeat was inevitable.

Chapter 316 - 177: Scared? (2/3)

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