726 Mad Miao Cong (1/2)
Jiang Zhiwei and her friends exited their tent and followed Xu Wei as he made several turns within the main camp to reach ”Lord of the Naval Conquests” Zhu Shou's large tent.
It was already some time since daybreak but the sky was still dark, foreboding the events that would come. The waves of the Nu River crashed into one another, causing deafening roars.
”Splash!”
The waves reached sky high and crashed into the camp of the Revolutionary Army. The sky rapidly darkened. Mist and gale began converging to form a huge falling fist.
”Enemy ambush!” The experienced Exterior expert on guarding duty drummed his Vital Spirit and sent his voice resounding throughout the entire camp.
Zhu Shou, Immortal Wanshi, Du Huaishang, and the rest came out one after another. What they saw were so many ships that the masts gathered like forests and banners seemed to cover the sky. ”Martial Monarch” stood proudly at the forefront, his clothing moving in the wind.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu knew in their hearts that the Imperial Army was trying to take advantage of Du Huaishang's coma and incite chaos in the Revolutionary Army after discovering Lord of Shadows' death. They were trying to lay the groundwork for an internal strife and create an opportunity for the spy!
Just as they were about to help the Revolutionary Army defend, an idea struck Jiang Zhiwei. She pulled her sheathed sword from behind her so quickly that it was as if she had long prepared for this.
”Pfft!”
The sound of gold striking wood resounded. She could already foresee the changes that were about to happen!
Over at the West Hill, a stunned Miao Cong quickly regained his poker face as a dark copper-colored long stick appeared in his hand. He sneered and said, ”Pretty alert, aren't you? You didn't fall into my trap. But the trap is just icing on the cake. The most important thing is still your own strength.”
Miao Cong's breath rose sharply past the Exterior realm to reach the Four-fold Heaven realm and connect with the heaven and earth. He towered like a mountain and exerted such great pressure that even the hills nearby were trembling.
It was rumored that Miao Hu's only son possessed only the strength of a Ninth Order master of the Earth Rank. However, from the looks of it now, he was far stronger than the Erudite Hall's assessment of him. Yet, the public did not include him in the ranks of the most outstanding talents of this generation!
Suddenly, a thought struck Meng Qi. Instead of making a move in haste, he asked, ”You are a Samsara traveler?”
He was 90 percent that this was true. Only a Samsara traveler would have such achievements at his age while being virtually unknown to the world.
”As expected, you two are the enemies being targeted in this confrontation.” Miao Cong laughed loudly as if he was incredibly delighted.
He saw the two black-clothed men merging into one before separating again. They were engaged in an incomprehensibly strange battle with Qi Zhengyan.
”Who knew the enemy will be in our camp instead?” Meng Qi raised an eyebrow.
He knew there was a possibility of a Samsara traveler being local for he had encountered one the last time!
Miao Cong's smile vanished and he said solemnly, ”The Dominator is playing tricks on us by putting us in the camp of the Imperial Army. We can only play along for the time being. After killing you all and accumulating enough Karma points, we won't have to fear obliteration!”
”Won't have to fear obliteration? This isn't a Death Task for them? Why does it look like their overall strength is much higher than ours?” Meng Qi was able to read between the lines to understand the meaning concealed in it.
Suddenly, Meng Qi asked, ”Is Miao Hu aware of your abnormality?”
Miao Cong smiled mockingly. ”Make a guess!”
Then, his long stick transformed to hundreds and thousands of stick shadows that existed in the realm between reality and illusion. The shadows caused the ground to split as they abruptly swung at Meng Qi!
With an unchanging expression, Meng Qi drew Heaven Inflicted Pain with his right hand. His pace appeared slow yet concealed an infinite number of changes.
”Clang, clang, clang, clang!” The saber pierced the shadows of the stick, continuously hacking and chopping them. Thunder and lighting followed the copper stick and extended continuously toward Miao Chong.
”Thud!”
With just one movement, Meng Qi shattered the shadows of the stick and sent Miao Cong flying. Miao Cong crashed into a rock wall and caused the wall to collapse into countless gravel. The dust clouded his face and his hands were lightly scorched. On his chest and abdomen was a bloody mark.
”You are strong and possess great bladesmanship. I must admit that I am currently no match for you.” Surprisingly, Miao Cong was still very calm.
Suddenly, a bad feeling rose in Meng Qi. He wielded his saber and was about to use the Big Bang Technique.
Just then, inexplicable objects around Miao Cong burst into flames. His breath climbed higher and higher until it broke through the barrier in a flash as he crossed the second step of the Celestial Ladder. Now, he was in the same realm as Meng Qi. The wound on his body wriggled as it healed!
Meng Qi frowned. Alongside the thunder playing interference, he shouted, ”Did you burn your lifespan? No, did you use Twenty-seven Extremities?”
Twenty-seven Extremities was something that Meng Qi had read about in a comic book in his past life. It once had an epic battle with the Master of the divine skill, Three Sabers, Three Swords, and Three Souls. It was not a type of martial arts but a description. Those who cultivated the Supreme Rakshasa would die at the age of 27 without fail but the closer the cultivators get to that age, the more explosive the growth of their strength would be. Then, at 27, the cultivators might become as strong as or even stronger than a Dharmakaya master. Over in the Six Realms, it was a Dharmakaya-level skill that could only be exchanged for through particular tasks. Meng Qi regarded it as simultaneous, explosive self-growth and self-destruction skill!
Thus, Meng Qi believed that Miao Cong was cultivating the Twenty-seven Extremities, or a similar skill, instead of the Supreme Rakshasa. Yet, unless Miao Cong was able to go on an adventure, he would not be strong enough to claim Dharmakaya.
Yellowish brown breath condensed to shroud Miao Cong in it, its essence so dense that it looked almost tangible. Certainly, his terrifying breath was close to a grandmaster's. Miao Cong smiled and said confidently, ”You are aware of Twenty-seven Extremities as well?”
Flames of mania burned in his eyes. ”It is a pity that I wasn't able to trade for it but fortunately, I managed to obtain a similar skill through my adventure. Though its quality is not as good, it is reliable enough for me. Considering how dangerous reincarnation is, it is impossible to go through it without the determination to give up your life!”
”This skill will use up my lifespan, but the lesser lifespan I have, the greater my growth will be. On my final day, the growth I will experience in an hour far exceeds the several decades before it! I only have three years of my lifespan left. Can you match up to me?”
Meng Qi was startled but did not reveal it. Users of this skill could rely on immortality elixirs to extend their lifespan afterward. They would live as long as they killed their opponents quickly enough to consume the elixirs. Even so, Meng Qi was curious about the dangers that were hidden behind this method. Could the Dominator help them make up for it?
While pondering this question, Meng Qi wielded his saber without hesitation. Naturally, he must kill this madman and stop his freak technique before he used up all his lifespan!
His saber traveled along a mysterious trajectory as if it was a fish swimming along the water flow. The only difference was that the ”water flow” here was the different rules of heaven and earth.
Saber radiance rose sharply, as did Meng Qi himself. He was full of momentum and his use of Law Phenomenon almost made him look like a grandmaster. The shadow of the saber that had been swimming suddenly halted and ”fell” heavily to the ground. Sitting at the tip of the saber was a black vortex the size of a pinhole!