Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 155 - 127: Siege!

Chapter 155: Chapter 127: Siege!

"This garment, I burn it for Wang Ren at No. 251, 3rd Room on the 2nd Floor, South Old Alley, Fifth District of the Northern Kingdom’s Soto City."

"I hope he will like it."

No sooner had the words faded away than the flames consuming the cloth grew fiercer.

In just a few breaths, the garment completely burned to ashes.

After waiting a moment,

the Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing a line of ice crystal small print:

"Congratulations, Wang Ren has received your garment."

"Your commission has been completed. Please choose a reward."

To be honest,

Soul Power is the foundation of everything. In the past, Wu Xiaode would have definitely chosen Soul Power to enhance his strength first and then properly explore that city.

But now he must find a way to kill the Death God!

If not to kill it, then at least find a way to heal Zhao Zhibing’s wounds.

Every commission here is so preposterous.

Could there be a way to save Zhao Zhibing hidden here?

"I choose identity," Wu Xiaode said.

Immediately, new rows of ice crystal letters emerged on the Book of the Dead:

"You have obtained a brand-new identity:

"Wang Ren’s cousin."

"With that token, you can now enter the city to see Wang Ren."

"This is an extremely rare opportunity."

Wu Xiaode was observing the prompts on the Book of the Dead when he suddenly felt something extra in his hand.

He took it out and saw that it was a copper coin.

So this was the token.

Wu Xiaode, holding the copper coin, walked up to the city gate again.

The two ghost soldiers guarding the gate looked over at him.

Wu Xiaode simply raised the copper coin to show them.

The ghost soldiers nodded and then paid him no more attention.

Wu Xiaode strode towards the city gate.

Behind him, many spirits called out:

"Hey, how do you get in?"

"Kid, got any secrets?"

"Whose strings did you pull?"

Wu Xiaode turned a deaf ear and stepped through the city gate.

After he had left,

a woman wearing a conical hat and veiling her face, nodded slightly in the crowd and turned to leave.

It wasn’t long before she left that a white crane silently appeared in the Void.

"You saw him?"

the white crane asked.

"Yes, he has entered the city. He should be safer inside, and we can now go about our business with ease," the woman said.

"Bing, are you sure you don’t want to rethink this?" the white crane said anxiously.

"How can we Taoists claim to sever Life and Death if we don’t travel the Yellow Springs Road?" a resolute light shone in the woman’s eyes.

The white crane flapped its wings several times and cooed lowly, "Then let’s go. This is ’Holy City,’ the boundary between life and death, not far from ’Yellow Springs Hell.’"

The woman stepped onto the white crane, pinching a talisman in her hand that blazed with ghost fire.

"Let’s go, wait for me to summon a few Yellow Springs Prison Ghosts through Spirit Communication and then kill my way back—"

"I want to see just how formidable the ’God’ who wants to kill me really is!"

The talisman flashed and instantly transformed into a layer of firefly-like light, enveloping the white crane.

The white crane soared into the sky and quickly vanished from sight.

In his eyes, the once still city suddenly came to life.

Vendors hawked sesame seed cakes and pastries while monkey performers gathered a large crowd on the streets, and bustles of laughter and clamor spilled out from the taverns.

Walking on the road, one often had to make way for people riding tall horses.

All of this was so retro, as if time had rewound to a certain dynasty in history.

Why did such a world, such a city, exist?

As Wu Xiaode walked along, taking in the sights, he suddenly heard someone shouting ahead:

"A life-and-death match has been agreed upon, with no room for blame in fists and kicks, leave it to fate!"

Wu Xiaode looked toward the source of the commotion.

He saw on the stage ahead, two bare-chested Martial Artists had already started their fight.

Their fists and kicks intersected, back and forth, with each move being extremely fierce, and their clashes resonated with booming sounds that seemed to shoot up into the clouds.

The fierce wind they created with their blows made everyone shield their eyes.

Wu Xiaode was somewhat astonished.

After all, he had learned the essence of Iron Wire Fist, so naturally, he had a discerning eye.

The boxing techniques of the two men on the stage were quite good; there were some moves that Wu Xiaode even felt he himself might not win against—

—if they fought according to the rules.

However, the two competitors were evenly matched, and it was uncertain when the fight would end if it continued like this.

Wu Xiaode shook his head.

He made his way through the crowd, attuning to the layers of vibrations emanating from the copper coins.

These vibrations seemed to be mysteriously pointing towards a certain alleyway.

Trusting his instincts, Wu Xiaode moved forward and finally entered that alley.

In the depths of the alley, there was a low wooden hut.

A man dressed in Wu Xiaode’s coat sat in front of the small wooden hut, excitedly talking about something to his neighbors.

When Wu Xiaode approached, the man turned his head, saw him, and immediately opened his arms warmly, saying:

"Cousin! Thank you for the clothes you gave me. I wore them in the ring and won a match!"

"Really? That’s great. Do you want me to give you a few more?" Wu Xiaode said.

The man grinned and shook his head, saying, "Winning one match is already a gain for me. Come on in, I’ll tell you inside."

"Alright, cousin."

The two entered the wooden hut and closed the door.

Inside, the hut was very basic, with nothing more than a bed, two chairs, and a table.

The man looked at Wu Xiaode with wonder and said, "I thought there would be no hope, but to my surprise, someone actually burned a piece of clothing for me."

"What else do you want? I’ll burn it for you," replied Wu Xiaode indifferently.

"No need, actually having one piece of clothing is more than satisfying for me," the man said.

His figure began to fade slowly.

"What’s happening to you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I’m just a street brawler, with no real skill level. I was lucky to win a match and learned some self-protection skills," the man said.

"And then?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I’m going to the Death Realm... In fact, I’ve been dead for a while. My soul escaped the control of the Demons and can now pass safely into the Death Realm," the man said.

"Wait, how did you escape from the Demons?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Someone saved me—actually, the Demons harvest the souls of living beings for those sealed Demon Gods, but there are also some people from the ’Intermediate Layer World’ who sneak into worlds on the verge of destruction, guiding the souls to the ’Intermediate Layer World.’ That way, the souls can safely travel to the Death Realm," the man explained.

"Why would they do that?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"On one hand, they don’t want the Demon Gods to get stronger; on the other, it’s to increase the Power of the ’Intermediate Layer World,’" the man replied.

"Who controls the Intermediate Layer World?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Some big shots—they’re too powerful to leave the prison."

"Can’t leave?"

"Right, they are incredibly strong. Despite being thrown into prison, the prison can do nothing to them."

Wu Xiaode thought of the Escapee he had once helped and asked, "Why don’t they reincarnate and leave?"

"They’re too strong. Even if they tried to reincarnate, all sorts of anomalies would immediately occur. Moreover, and most importantly, they don’t want to reincarnate; they even think it’s quite nice to stay in the prison."

"...Quite nice in prison?"

"Yes, there must be some reasons, but those are beyond someone like me."

Wu Xiaode nodded.

The man smiled, pointed to a token on the table, and said, "I will leave now, from this moment, it’s yours."

After speaking, his body completely vanished into nothingness, disappearing from Wu Xiaode’s view.

Immediately, the Book of the Dead flipped open, revealing a line of ice crystal small characters:

"He has gone to the Death Realm."

Wu Xiaode thought for a few breaths and then picked up the token from the table.

It was a stone rectangular token with a line of vertical characters engraved:

"Number Ninety-Six."

Underneath the token, there was a piece of paper that had clearly outlined the situation:

"For each victory, you can live three days here; if willing to die, you may exchange for some treasures and go directly to the Death Realm."

"Three days without a victory, enter the Death Realm directly."

"Disobey the order, enter the Death Realm directly."

"Cause trouble, enter the Death Realm directly."

So that’s how it is.

No wonder the entire city is full of arenas.

Fighting is the main theme here.

Carrying the token, Wu Xiaode was lost in thought when suddenly, a thunderous drumming sounded from outside.

What’s happened?

The token in his hand trembled in response to the drum beats.

A line of characters appeared on the token:

"Demons attacking, assemble at the south gate, strike."

This must be the order.

If one does not follow the order, they will go directly to the Death Realm.

Quite interesting.

Who would have thought that between life and death, there would be such an "Intermediate Layer World"?

Wu Xiaode, holding the token, stepped out of the wooden hut and saw people already rushing through the streets, all converging toward the south gate.

The south gate...

Wasn’t that where he had come from before?

It must be because the Death God has been discovered, or it’s the mourner of that soul spirit.

The mourner of the soul spirit isn’t much of an issue.

As for the Death God—

Wu Xiaode actually hoped it would stay in this world.

Once it returns, Zhao Zhibing would be done for.

Following the crowd towards the south gate, Wu Xiaode hadn’t reached it when he saw countless professionals squeezed in front of him.

So many people...

All professionals, and none of them seem weak!

"Where’s the person in charge?"

"Not here yet."

"What do we do then?"

"Let’s fight one battle first."

"Right, let’s fight first. After that, we won’t have to waste time here."

"Exactly."

The crowd was abuzz with discussions.

As Wu Xiaode listened, a huge noise suddenly erupted from outside the city.

Only to see the mourner of the soul spirit’s massive body appear above the city wall, crawling towards the inside.

It suddenly stopped.

Why are there only professionals in this city?

—This situation was unexpected!

"The monster is attacking the city!"

Shouts erupted among the professionals.

The crowd began forming battle formations, unleashing all kinds of Attack Skills against the huge Demon Spider engaged in combat.

Clusters of Magic, arrows, bullets flew towards the Demon Spider.

It slightly bent its body, using its hard chitinous shell to fend off the continuous attacks.

Wu Xiaode felt a surge of excitement within him.

Good! Good!

There weren’t many professionals in the real world to begin with, and being transported to a parallel world where they were scattered made it extremely easy for them to die in battle.

As a result, there were no strong forces left to fight against the demons and the "Death God."

"The Death God," whatever it was attached to, could crush those severely outnumbered professionals!

But now, it was different.

The entire city was filled with professionals!

Suddenly someone yelled, "All ranged professionals, take a break, brothers in close combat, shoulder to shoulder, go!" The Magicians, Mages, gunmen, archers, and various other professionals immediately stopped their assaults. They reloaded their ammunition, drank their potions, and took a rest squatting down.

Martial Artists from all directions came together and charged at the Demon Spider on the city wall.

The Demon Spider let out a piercing screech.

—It spotted Wu Xiaode!

Wu Xiaode showed a smile, gradually stepping back into the crowded people, disappearing.

Although the Demon Spider wanted to rush down, it was blocked by hundreds of meters of distance, with groups of close-combat professionals charging in between.

It couldn’t get through!

Wu Xiaode felt a secret delight in his heart.

Suddenly, a Mage asked curiously:

"Hey, you seem to be a close combatant, why are you falling back into our Mage ranks?"

"I’m also a Mage," Wu Xiaode said.

"Really? What kind of Magic do you specialize in?"

"Look!"

Wu Xiaode released two bronze hands that floated in mid-air.

"I must have been mistaken—stop casting Magic now and rest up. After the melee is over, it’s our turn to shoot together," the Mage hastily said.

"Okay," Wu Xiaode replied.

He continued to move back and suddenly vanished.

The pair of bronze hands also disappeared into the mist.

In the unseen space above, the pair of bronze hands flew unsteadily to the city wall, squeezed through the crowds, pushed their way past the waists of several burly men, and slowly neared the Demon Spider.

The hands slapped furiously at the Demon Spider’s face, left and right.

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