Chapter 42 - 42 42 A Hundred Kinds of Martial Arts This is the Dual Sword Box!

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42: Chapter 42: A Hundred Kinds of Martial Arts, This is the Dual Sword Box! 42: Chapter 42: A Hundred Kinds of Martial Arts, This is the Dual Sword Box! ——This fucking world, has cannibalism really elevated some twisted sense of superiority?! Taking a deep breath, An Jing now felt a surge of anger welling up from his heart… along with a wave of heat rising from within: “If you weren’t eating people and merely wanted to rebel, I would definitely join you…” “I would definitely join you, turn the heavens and the earth upside down, overthrow this dynasty, and create a new order!” “But now, between two evil dragons that eat humans, I don’t want to choose either!” Originally, An Jing’s plan wasn’t really to ‘run away’. Even with the Sword Spirit and another world to explore, An Jing had no real desire to leave Hanging Fate Manor or the Demon Sect. His strength, Fate Pattern, and Divine Skill, were all ‘bargaining chips’. Just as the Master of the Medicine Manor had said, there was an unspoken understanding between An Jing and the Master of the Medicine Manor—the Master allowed An Jing’s actions, while An Jing would eventually choose to join the Demon Sect in exchange for the survival of everyone, including the children still alive in the cages. All the Children of Calamity in this generation were An Jing’s ‘base’, that was the meaning of being Chief. If An Jing was such a genius, then he had the right and freedom to be willful, to go mad, to feel angry, and to decide ‘who would be eaten and who would not’! The right to decide life and death on behalf of heaven was An Jing’s reward! Perhaps in the past, many geniuses like An Jing who held Life made the same choice. After venting their anger, fear, sorrow, and confusion, and seeing the true nature of this world, they eventually chose to take power and become part of the higher echelons of Heaven’s Will Cult. Even, one could say, if only the Demon Sect had told An Jing and the other children in advance that most of the eliminated children would die, would become the force that others step forward with, would become an assistance on their journey forward… If only they changed the perspective, beautified death, turned the passive slaughter into a self-sacrifice, turned the grand medicine into a contribution filled with hope… Would he still reject the Heaven’s Will Cult? This majestic and justified form of cannibalism… if it were beautified a bit more… He shook his head. No more thoughts on this. Now. An Jing did not refute Bai Qinghan, nor did he want to refute the Master of the Medicine Manor: “I don’t want to refute you, because without action it all means nothing.” Amidst the Master of the Medicine Manor’s shock and joyous exclamation ‘You’ve also mastered Divine Skill?!’ and within Bai Qinghan’s slightly fluctuating gaze, An Jing closed his eyes. He thought of the stewed meat in the refugee camp, the medicinal vat in Hanging Fate Manor, the scattered corpses in the snow of the Northern Border, the skulls that surfaced in the medicinal mud, and the body shells hanging in the dungeon. ——Is this world only as such? He gritted his teeth and anger filled his chest. It was not simply anger towards the Demon Sect, but against the past that made all of the present, against everything that created today. ——I will never accept it! When he opened his eyes again, An Jing’s eyes were incredibly dim, with only threads of golden-red brilliance in their centers, like the last embers of a dying fire in a furnace, flickering with just a trace of flame in the darkness. He reached out, his fingers closing on thin air, and a blood-colored light arose from the veins of his arm, condensing. An Jing grasped at the void, and in his previously empty right hand, a sword appeared once more! A ‘Fiend Sword’ with Blood Fiend for the edge and Gold Fiend for the bone! ——Molding Fiends into shape, Coalescing Qi into soldiers! “Now.” Grasping the blood-colored Fiend Sword tightly, An Jing no longer sighed, no longer hesitated. In his eyes was only the purest intent to kill and anger: “I only want to speak with my sword.” An Jing made his move. Ignoring Bai Qinghan, he pounced like a fierce tiger attacking its prey, rushing towards the Master of the Medicine Manor, and in the instant he struck, he twisted the wrist holding the sword to unleash Piercing Armor True Strength, stabbing straight out in front of him. Wherever the blood-colored tip of the sword passed, the air was pierced with a howling sound, its momentum making it seem not like a sword, but more like a Big Spear poised to pierce through iron armor and walls, impaling all those who stood in the way! “Boy, don’t think that mastering Divine Skill means you can cross swords with me!” Green fiendish flames lit up in the Master of the Medicine Manor’s eyes. Seeing An Jing’s talent, he felt both joy and rage. Today’s annoying events had been plentiful enough, first with An Jing leading a rebellion, then with an assault by the Red Armored Guards, treason within the manor, and the arrival of True Master Mysterious Mirror. Fueled by this anger, he sneered and casually reached out to grab an iron saber from the instructor. Poisonous Fiend poured into the saber, and bright jade-like patterns began to emerge. The Master of the Medicine Manor twisted his hand, and the jade-patterned long saber fluttered forward like butterfly wings, almost invisible to the eye. With a clang, blades met, and the strength of both parties erupted violently. An Jing was sent flying ten feet away, the visible shockwave rippling his clothes, and the sharp Qi Force even carried sand and gravel, lashing across his face and body to leave trails of blood. But on the other side, as the power flared, Master of the Medicine Manor’s face changed dramatically. His jade-patterned saber vibrated intensely, and he quickly stepped back; his retreat was so powerful that it shattered skeletons and rocks alike, leaving footprints an inch deep! When the sword met the saber, it turned out that Master of the Medicine Manor, despite being in the Inner Strength realm, was slightly outmatched in strength! “Inner Breath… Inner Breath as Vast as River?!” After stopping, the old man looked at his jade-patterned saber, now with a notch in it, in disbelief, “When did you make your breakthrough?!” This question went unanswered. Before the words had settled, the old man gritted his teeth and stepped forward, while An Jing, who had just landed, didn’t hesitate to stomp heavily on the ground and charge toward Master of the Medicine Manor again. Although An Jing was only at the level of “Inner Breath as Vast as River”, his youth and vigor, combined with a solid foundation, made him formidable. And while Master of the Medicine Manor might be old and his vital energy diminished, with no divine abnormality in strength, he was still in the Inner Strength realm and far superior to ordinary people. Their powerful strength colliding kicked up a dust storm, shattered rocks, and sent many stones flying, splashing against the river and causing waves several feet high. Children of Calamity who chose to follow Bai Qinghan screamed and ran away, daring not to watch the battle. Seeing this, Bai Qinghan frowned slightly; Mysterious Yin Water Arrows revolved around her, intercepting the shockwaves. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. An Jing was engaged in close combat with Master of the Medicine Manor, preventing her from intervening. Yet in the end, it seemed she wouldn’t need to make a move. In the midst of their crossed blades, Master of the Medicine Manor’s eyes sharpened, activating Divine Abnormality: Pupil Fire. A gloomy green Fiend Flame burst into existence, shooting towards An Jing, exuding a dreadfully sharp air. Just by seeing the Fiend Flame, An Jing felt pain in his eyes, but he opened them wider instead, identifying the direction of the Fiend Flame and evading the attack with an odd stance similar to an iron plank bridge. However, this surprise attack put An Jing at a disadvantage. Dodging, An Jing returned to his stance, but before his energy could recover, Master of the Medicine Manor struck seriously with his saber. The terrifying power unleashed caused the Crimson Sword and Jade Green Saber to fly out of their hands after a brisk collision. One was merely an iron blade boosted by Evil Qi, while the other was a Divine Skill sword; clearly, An Jing was at a greater disadvantage. But the moment he realized he couldn’t hold onto the Fiend Sword, An Jing instead channeled his Inner Breath and with a powerful effort, flung the escaping sword. With nearly a third of his Inner Breath infused into the throw, the Crimson Sword emitted a piercing boom through the air, and only a streak of flashing blood light could be seen heading towards Bai Qinghan! As the Fiend Sword sped towards her, Bai Qinghan lightly tapped her foot and flicked her figure to the side, but when the Fiend Sword hit where Bai Qinghan had originally been, it burst open, raising a sky of sand and gravel. The young girl slightly narrowed her eyes, and with a raise of her hand, the frosty mist circling her swirled and split in two, forming into two ethereal cloud sleeves that protected the sides of her body, blocking the fast-approaching fragments of rock and sand. This attack posed no threat to her, but it prevented Bai Qinghan from paying attention to the main battle for a few breaths. A few breaths were enough! At the same time, Master of the Medicine Manor, also weaponless, hair and beard fluttering green like fire, his body surged with a gloomy Evil Qi, and he pointed towards An Jing while floating in the air. Divine Abnormality: Dantian Sea! Instantly, a tide-like surge of Netherworld Underworld Poison rushed towards An Jing, the sinister and vicious Nether Fiend engulfing him in a moment. It even clambered up, swallowing his upper body! ——That’s enough. Seeing this scene, Vice Envoy of Medicine thought, eroding away An Jing’s outermost flesh and blood to teach him a lesson would suffice, after all, he is a talented individual destined to return to the main mountain. If things turn out too unsightly, he would be the one to suffer in the future. But in the next instant, as Vice Envoy of Medicine pondered whether to ease his power, thunderous sounds suddenly rang out! Bang bang bang bang bang bang! Almost simultaneously, about ten thunderous blasts rang out, and Master of the Medicine Manor suddenly raised his hand, the green Evil Qi condensed in his palm like jadeite, executing a set of palms to ward off water, repelling many metal objects. However, due to the suddenness, he still shuddered, looking down at his chest with a shocked face. “What is… this thing?!” There, two bloody holes the size of thumbs went straight through the flesh, revealing bone and writhing internal organs! Even a Martial Artist in the Inner Strength realm couldn’t fully withstand bullets! At this moment, An Jing slowly walked out from the green Nether Fiend. The Netherworld Underworld Poison had not had time to fully erode the flesh protected by his Inner Breath. Except for some skin that had been eroded away to reveal reddish flesh, he was not very heavily injured. In An Jing’s hands, the large-caliber gunpowder pistols still emitted faint wisps of smoke from their barrels. ——Of all the martial arts, here were the dual guns!

Chapter 42 - 42 42 A Hundred Kinds of Martial Arts This is the Dual Sword Box!

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