Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 179 - 150: The Stele of the Realm of Death

Chapter 179: Chapter 150: The Stele of the Realm of Death

Whoosh——

Wu Xiaode felt an extremely powerful force yanking him, and in an instant, he disappeared from the current world.

He suddenly remembered the last time he had entered the Death World—

He must act like a deceased!

No sooner had the thought arisen than wisps of silent Demon Mist began to emerge from the Void, swirling around him.

Wu Xiaode’s whole being immediately emitted a strong death aura.

The very next moment.

The tugging force suddenly weakened.

Wu Xiaode floated lightly to the ground.

"Another warrior has come, let’s see—ah, it’s a deceased."

A wandering Ghost fire spoke.

"Kid, the war is about to start; how about you take the front?" a humanoid monster with skin like lime said.

The Book of the Dead immediately popped up with a line of ice crystal tiny script:

"This is a Corpse Transformation Demon."

Wu Xiaode gave it a glance and then looked around.

All around were bizarre beings, each radiating an ominous intent of death, staring intently at him.

There were about fifty of these undead, enough to constitute a small team.

"Frontline?" Wu Xiaode repeated.

"Yes, later you charge first, take the road up ahead, and hold against the Demon Army’s cavalry; we’ll be right behind you," the Corpse Transformation Demon said.

"No, I’m injured; it would be best if I cast spells from the middle of the troop," Wu Xiaode said.

He showed them the wound on his arm to the crowd.

"Very well," the Corpse Transformation Demon laughed heartily, "So you’re injured—looking at you, you’re destined to return to the grave for a long slumber—either die now or obey orders and take the frontline."

"Why do you get to command me?" Wu Xiaode asked curiously.

The Corpse Transformation Demon paused and then said darkly, "We must guard the Stele, and creatures like you should be scouting out the enemy’s intelligence."

The Stele?

Only then did Wu Xiaode notice that not far away stood a Stele emitting a faint, dark light.

On the ground around the Stele—

No, it should be said, within the area illuminated by the Stele’s light, the entire ground was composed of corpses.

These corpses, in all sorts of postures, were sunken into the ground, squeezed together, motionless.

As Wu Xiaode gazed at the Stele, the Book of the Dead immediately flipped open, revealing a line of ice crystal tiny script:

"You have discovered the Stele·Death Realm."

"Basic Stele."

"This Stele can gather the Soul Power of all slumbering souls to construct the laws of the Death clan, providing power for the undead."

"You are under the dominion of the Stele’s power, receiving extra reinforcement: Body Repair."

"Your injuries are healing."

"Additional reminder:"

"The content of this trial is to guard the Stele, ensuring that this realm belongs to the Death Realm."

——So that was the situation.

Which meant he definitely shouldn’t stray from this Stele to be some vanguard.

"Sorry, I think I’d better stick with guarding the Stele; find someone else for the frontline,"

Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

"Who’s going to teach him a lesson?" the Corpse Transformation Demon shouted.

A blood-soaked zombie stepped forward.

"You have one last chance to go scout the enemy situation, or I will torture you mercilessly, and pleading will do you no good," the zombie said.

Wu Xiaode pondered.

——It seems that pure undead have a very low status in the Death Realm.

But he didn’t intend to be some vanguard cannon fodder.

Warfare is completely different from a one-on-one fight or a brawl; if one’s individual strength isn’t at an extreme level, it’s basically impossible to influence the outcome of a battle.

——Like the Bone Dragon.

Last time, before the Bone Dragon made its appearance, all the undead could only struggle in vain.

Moreover, he didn’t even know who the enemy was at this point.

He was injured.

He needed to heal his injuries here by the Stele.

"I’ve decided to stay here," Wu Xiaode said.

"You’re looking for death," the zombie sneered.

It charged towards Wu Xiaode—

"Stop!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

The undead paused and turned their heads in unison.

A Skeleton in full Battle Armor stood out from the crowd, stepping forward to Wu Xiaode, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and pointed it at the other undead and roared:

"This is my brother; if anyone forces him to be cannon fodder, don’t blame me for going ballistic!"

Wu Xiaode took one look and recognized the Skeleton.

——In fact, he didn’t recognize the Skeleton, as one would think all skeletons more or less look the same... right?

Wu Xiaode had made the judgment based on the Skeleton’s tone and demeanor.

It must be the Skeleton he had pretended to be dead with during the previous promotion trial.

"Long time no see."

Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

"Not too long, I just advanced by obtaining many fortuitous encounters and treasures—brother, you really did get here quick," the Skeleton whispered.

The two of them looked at the undead on the opposite side.

The undead were gazing at the Skeleton, bursting into whispers among themselves.

Considering their reactions, the Skeleton seemed quite well-known?

"Hey, Rotten Bone, you’re actually helping an injured undead? Garbage like him will be eliminated sooner or later!" the Corpse Transformation Demon shouted loudly.

Garbage?

You don’t know how sly and venomous he really is!

The Skeleton chuckled inwardly, shaking its head: "Garbage? You don’t know how brave and fearless he is."

"Anyway, I don’t agree to sacrifice him like this, to scout out some damn intelligence."

The undead looked at each other, uncertain.

The Corpse Transformation Demon shouted, "Like this then, we won’t force him to be cannon fodder, but according to the rules of the battlefield, we all rotate positions based on strength—let him fight one battle, if he wins, we have nothing to say!"

"Right, let’s be fair, face everyone here and fight me!" the zombie also said.

"This..." The Skeleton revealed an expression of difficulty.

The other party was entirely in the right this time, even if it was himself, he couldn’t say much more.

"It’s fine, if a fight is what it takes, then a fight it is," Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

The skeleton said, "Your injury—"

"A minor issue," Wu Xiaode responded.

"Alright, then be careful," the skeleton said.

Seeing that the matter was settled, the surrounding undead made way, clearing an area for Wu Xiaode and the zombie to fight.

A white ghost floated down into the center of the arena and announced loudly:

"In this battle, one side is the zombie known as ’Floor-dragger King,’ with a Soul Power of 20 points, possessing skills such as Poison Fog Spray, Steel Body, Devouring the Dead;"

"Please, the other participant, step onto the stage!"

Its gaze turned towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode was somewhat curious, he didn’t expect this ghost would directly announce the opponent’s skills and title.

It seemed to be a fair fight indeed.

So his own skills would be announced as well?

He took a step forward immediately.

The White Ghost announced loudly, "The deceased named Wu Xiaode, with a Soul Power of 20 points, possesses skills such as Death Fog, Hand of Death, and Charging Up."

As the word ’Charging Up’ was mentioned, the surrounding spectators stirred.

The Corpse Transformation Demon burst into laughter.

"Charging Up! He chose such a garbage skill like Charging Up, unbelievable!"

"Someone actually picked such a trash skill?"

"Undead are just a bunch of useless trash with no brains!"

Laughter broke out among the crowd.

Wu Xiaode remained calm, but pondered quietly to himself.

It seemed that the status of the undead was quite low.

Was there racial discrimination even in the Death Realm?

Was it because the undead retained their original form without much mutation?

However, Wu Xiaode didn’t care about the zombie’s provocation.

What he was curious about was something else—

His abilities were actually Silent Demon Mist, dirty magic hand, and Charging Up.

Why were they announced as Death Fog and Hand of Death?

He remembered that in the parallel world, when the "Death God" saw the bronze hand, it was mentioned in this way as well.

Why?

As if sensing his thoughts, the Book of the Dead silently opened, revealing rows of ice crystal words:

"The ’Wall of Sighs that All Beings Cannot Surpass’ constructed by this book can transform all moves and skills into abilities with your personal style."

"For example:"

"Hand of Death can simply manipulate objects and won’t stop functioning from minor damage;"

"—like a pair of dead hands, it can withstand regular attacks, and as long as its structure isn’t destroyed, it won’t stop functioning."

"After being enhanced by the ’Wall of Sighs,’ ’Hand of Death’ has transformed into your unique ’dirty magic hand.’

He understood!

So, would the White Ghost be aware of all his skills?

As Wu Xiaode was thinking, the Book of the Dead flipped open again, revealing rows of ice crystal words:

"Due to the concealing nature of ’Silent Demon Mist’ and the super high-level perfect evolution status of ’Thousand Hands,’ your opponent cannot detect your true skills."

Wu Xiaode suddenly realized.

It appeared that his original abilities were Death Fog and Hand of Death.

But through the Wall of Sighs, they had changed, becoming more aligned with his own style of behavior.

With this change, of course, his combat ability was different.

However, there was no need to explain this to anyone; he just needed to understand it himself.

He stood silently, waiting for the next command from the White Ghost.

"Okay, the battle is about to begin."

"Please try not to deal lethal blows; leave some room for camaraderie."

The zombie, known as "Floor-dragger King," roared loudly: "Brat, I’ve devoured dozens like you to get here, and you too will be devoured by me in the arena!"

The White Ghost said helplessly:

"Enough, no more talking."

"I declare, the loser will be directly expelled from the Trial War and return to slumber."

"—That is if they don’t die in the arena."

"Counting down from three, the battle begins."

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One,"

"Begin!"

The White Ghost retreated backward.

The zombie immediately opened its mouth, ready to spray poison fog at Wu Xiaode.

In the blink of an eye—

A bronze hand reached out from the Void, covering the zombie’s mouth.

Dirty magic hand!

Another bronze hand appeared, covering the zombie’s eyes.

Thud—

Wu Xiaode punched the zombie in the stomach, sending it flying seven or eight meters away.

It was a pity that one of his arms was injured and he hadn’t received effective treatment, so he could only use the strength of one hand.

Otherwise, that strike could have ended the fight.

"Protest! Blinding and muffling, that’s dirty fighting!" the Corpse Transformation Demon roared loudly.

"It’s a fight to the death, what does dirty play matter—we’re after its life next!" Rotten Bone retorted loudly.

On the field.

The zombie was pinned to the ground by two bronze hands, being pummeled repeatedly.

The hands were bronze hands.

The Fist was Iron Wire Fist.

Wu Xiaode stood at a distance, with no intention of getting close to the zombie.

After all, his arm was injured, and his Soul Power had been depleted by the Learning Type Demon King, leaving him not much left.

Only... 5 points.

He had to conserve.