Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 180 - 51: Name Skill!

Chapter 180: Chapter 51: Name Skill!

"I don’t think we need to fight; it’s not a match at all," Wu Xiaode said.

"You’re too naive; it is one of us with a known reputation as a master," the Corpse Transformation Demon said with a cold laugh.

Ah, that’s right, this guy is known as the "Floor-Dragging King"!

Wu Xiaode became cautious.

He took a few more steps back, staring at the zombie from a distance.

The zombie, clutching its head and crouching on the ground while being pounded punch after punch by a bronze hand, suddenly burst out laughing:

"My Name Skill is beyond your imagination!"

"Kid, are you ready to endure its terrifying power?"

Almost simultaneously—

Wu Xiaode felt a punch strike his face.

Enduring the searing pain, he retreated several steps and immediately switched Thousand Hands to the "defense" state.

A thousand bronze hands disappeared into the swirl of the Void mist, bracing defensively.

——But nothing happened.

Wu Xiaode looked across to see the zombie standing up from the ground, saying disdainfully:

"Child’s play is over, now I’m going to kill you."

Having said that, it fiercely struck its own face.

Crack!

A crisp sound, it had broken its own nasal bone, and black blood splattered.

At the same time—

Clang!

Amid a clear sound, a bronze hand appeared in front of Wu Xiaode’s face, blocking some invisible force.

He was unharmed!

The Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing lines of ice crystal small text:

"The opponent has launched its Name Skill ’Floor-Dragging King’: ’Drag You to Death.’

"Effect:"

"Every time it is attacked, you will unavoidably suffer the same attack."

"Please note:"

"This is a basic title, so you have some time to react and think of a way to defend against such attacks."

Do I even need to think of a way?

Thousand Hands in the defense state has already found a practical solution.

But—

This can only happen in defense state, where bronze hands keep appearing for defense.

If I want to attack, then what should I do?

Got it!

Wu Xiaode reached out and grabbed into the Void.

Seven bronze hands appeared one after another, each grabbing the wrist of the next, forming a long staff.

"Just need a spearhead!"

Wu Xiaode took out the dagger.

The foremost bronze hand immediately opened up and gripped the dagger.

And so, a spear was assembled.

The Book of the Dead surfaced a line of ice crystal small text:

"The spear ’Bronze Fang’ is now assembled!"

Wu Xiaode grasped the spear, swinging it casually a couple of times while looking at the zombie opposite him.

The zombie, puzzled, said, "What are you doing?"

Wu Xiaode was about to speak, but suddenly looked down.

The bronze spear was enshrouded with churning, incessant Demon Mist.

Yes.

He felt the first time he assembled the spear that the best method was to let it conceal within the mist.

With that done.

The others wouldn’t be able to see his attack!

"Go to hell!"

The zombie charged towards Wu Xiaode while relentlessly beating its chest.

By the time it reached Wu Xiaode, it had beaten itself to the point of spewing fresh blood from its mouth non-stop.

All the undead watched in admiration.

——Such ruthlessness towards oneself was rare, no wonder it possessed a Name Skill.

But its injuries were not severe.

After all, the White Ghost had mentioned it possessed a steel body skill, capable of mitigating attacks of this caliber.

As for Wu Xiaode—

A few bronze hands protected his chest, deflecting the attacks one by one.

Finally, the two came close.

"I’ll devour you!" the zombie roared.

Its hands sharp as claws, it reached straight for Wu Xiaode.

Clang!

The bronze spear blocked the zombie’s hands.

Wu Xiaode’s mouth twitched, and he couldn’t help but stagger back a few steps.

The first technique of Slaughter Spear Skill, Block!

He had blocked, but the wound on his arm hadn’t healed, and the block caused it to burst open again, blood oozing out.

However, Wu Xiaode, having just steadied himself, immediately surged forward again.

"What was that just now?"

The zombie exclaimed in shock.

——It couldn’t see the spear at all.

"Right here."

Wu Xiaode shouted, whirling around with the spear in hand and stabbing it between the zombie’s legs, striking upward with full force!

The second technique of Slaughter Spear Skill, Pick!

Thud—

With a dull sound, the zombie was knocked into midair.

It let out a blood-curdling, high-pitched scream, clutching tightly at its groin.

With the two techniques of Slaughter Spear Skill completed, Wu Xiaode thought of establishing his dominance and no longer hid the existence of the spear.

A series of gasps of "hiss, hiss" echoed from below the arena.

So it was such a thick and tough bronze spear!

As is known—

Zombies have a body structure basically the same as humans.

That blow looked painful to watch.

"That’s dirty! There’s no such way to fight!" the Corpse Transformation Demon shouted loudly.

"Enough nonsense! You were the ones who wanted to fight!" Rotten Bone retorted with an even louder voice.

No!

The zombie launched its Name Skill, which should have meant a severe strike to that undead kid’s groin!

The other undead realized what was happening and immediately turned their heads to look.

What they saw was Wu Xiaode’s legs shimmering with one bronze hand after another, linked together to form a pair of bronze shorts that dissipated the force of the powerful impact.

The undead exclaimed in surprise.

This is—

This is the Bronze Groin!

Name Skills were basically equivalent to the power of Laws, extremely rare, and normal professionals wouldn’t be able to withstand them!

No one expected this kid to have defended against the Name Skill in such a way!

In the arena.

The zombie was sent flying into the air by Wu Xiaode’s spear—

It couldn’t control its body anymore!

Wu Xiaode was waiting just for this moment.

The undead below all had 20 points of Soul Power, none weaker than him, so it was best to demonstrate his deterrence all at once to avoid further trouble later.

The bronze long spear shimmered, transforming into thirty-six afterimages that continuously stabbed the zombie.

"Aaah! How dare you hit me like this, you’re going to die too!"

The zombie screamed madly.

But around Wu Xiaode, bronze hands emerged, blocking all attacks.

In an instant, the Slaughter Spear Skill·Rain struck the zombie’s body in its entirety.

Crack!

It fell to the ground, lifeless.

After a few moments.

The body of the zombie slowly sank into the ground.

Flecks and strands of faint light emerged from its corpse, flying towards the Stele.

The Stele seemed to brighten slightly.

On the Book of the Dead, a few lines of ice crystal characters appeared:

"You have slain the zombie ’Floor Dragger’."

"Its body, power, and title have all been reclaimed by the Death World."

"Its soul has begun to slumber, providing operational energy to the Stele of the Death Realm."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it will not awaken again for a very long time."

So that’s how it is.

In a place like the Death Realm, once you’re killed, you fall into slumber and also become part of the land, providing Source Power for the entire realm.

Wu Xiaode sheathed his bronze long spear and looked around at the other undead.

"Anything else to say?" he asked.

There was no response.

—After all, who would want to become a slumbering "battery" again, having just woken up from slumber and gained freedom, the opportunity to enhance one’s strength within the Death Realm?

The Corpse Transformation Demon scoffed and said, "You’re injured in your arm and you’ve already spent Soul Power fighting here. I believe you won’t be able to handle the upcoming battles—"

"Survive or perish on your own, undead who do not heed commands."

Turning away, it walked off into the distance.

Several powerful undead followed it, distancing themselves from Wu Xiaode.

Rotten Bone stood aside, speaking softly:

"It’s alright, as long as you’re not cannon fodder, there should be a chance to pass the Trial."

"I think so too," said Wu Xiaode.

"Come with me. We’ll get closer to the Stele. It should be able to heal your wounds."

"Hmm."

The two approached the Stele and found places to sit down.

The dim light emanating from the Stele enveloped Wu Xiaode, easing the pain in his arm and even making it itch slightly.

The flesh was regenerating.

Wu Xiaode quietly awaited the moment his arm would fully heal.

"Buddy, I know you’ve got plenty of tricks. What preparations have you made for this Trial?" Rotten Bone asked.

"And you? What have you prepared?" Wu Xiaode replied.

Rotten Bone let out a sigh, "Who could have expected the Trial to be so harsh, without the slightest hint of information? It might even be a targeted battle."

"You think it’s a targeted battle?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"Yeah," Rotten Bone went on as if it was obvious, "In the 10 points Soul Power Trial, all the factions just send in the newbies for fun, the big shots don’t really care. Now, in the 20 points Soul Power Trial, we can actually do some minor tasks."

"So—" said Wu Xiaode.

"So we’ve been assigned to the real battlefield, to carry out some tasks on the fringes," Rotten Bone explained.

"If that’s true, it’s going to be dangerous," said Wu Xiaode.

"Yeah, if it really is a targeted battle..." Rotten Bone did not continue, just sighed.

Suddenly.

The black Stele flickered with light that brightened and dimmed as if something had activated it.

Cold, dark light spilled from the Stele, coalescing into lines of text that floated up:

"The designated battle is about to begin."

"Now, based on your individual strength, temporary military ranks are granted to face the coming fight."

"First, confirm the strongest in this Trial and bestow the ’Netherworld’ Level military rank to command this battle."

Everyone immediately held their breath.

The strongest—

Who would it be?

Wu Xiaode suddenly looked towards the Book of the Dead.

Just then, two lines of ice crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Besides acting as an undead, the Demon Mist can completely conceal your presence."

"You may use this power of the Demon Mist to ensure you’re not noticed, not the center of attention."

"If you don’t use it, you will be chosen as the Netherworld General to command this battle."

"Do you wish to take responsibility for all affairs of this war?"

Wu Xiaode pondered, asking, "If I don’t take the role, who will be chosen as the Netherworld General?"

"By order of strength: Rotten Bone," the Book of the Dead displayed.

Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief.

A living human like himself just had to complete the Trial and return; why become a commander of the undead?

Since it would be Rotten Bone, there was nothing to worry about.

—Just as long as it wasn’t that Corpse Transformation Demon; it would surely command him to be cannon fodder.

Wu Xiaode made up his mind.

Wisps and strands of mist rose from his body, concealing his essence.

The Stele suddenly burst forth with large characters:

"The commander for this war action is:"

"Skeleton, Rotten Bone."