Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 212 - 191: Battle Against the Dwarf!

Chapter 212: Chapter 191: Battle Against the Dwarf!

The dwarf was only half as tall as a full-sized adult.

With a sharp dagger in each hand, he swung them around while fixating on Wu Xiaode and said,

"I hate you tall, good-looking bastards the most. Watch me carve up your face!"

Yet Wu Xiaode hopped off the arena.

The dwarf was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Have you admitted defeat?"

"No, didn’t Elder Qian just lose? I came up to say a few words to him, that’s all. I’ll enter the arena again when it officially starts," Wu Xiaode replied.

"But it has started!" the dwarf exclaimed incredulously.

"But I don’t know any of the rules—I just looked at the number card, and there’s a clause that says I can learn the rules first before entering the arena," Wu Xiaode explained.

The long-haired man interjected, "But in the City Lord battle, reading the rules can take no longer than ten minutes, otherwise you will be deemed to have lost."

"Ten minutes? Alright, then ten minutes it is," Wu Xiaode said.

Ten minutes passed.

"Come on, lad, I’m going to deal with you properly," the dwarf jeered with a sharp laugh.

Wu Xiaode gave him a glance and, remaining calm, semi-squatted into a bow stance and began stretching his legs.

"What on earth are you doing?" the dwarf asked, puzzled.

"I saw another special clause on the number card—if a combatant has just returned from another world, he’s allowed ten minutes to rest and warm up before entering the arena," Wu Xiaode stated.

"But that’s for the ’Skywalking Divine Bird’; they travel to various parallel worlds, and you’re not from the ’Skywalking Divine Bird’!" the dwarf retorted angrily.

Wu Xiaode glanced back.

The ’Skywalking Divine Bird’s’ Erin nodded and said, "We welcome you."

"There, now I am," Wu Xiaode replied, switching legs and continuing to stretch.

The dwarf pointed his dagger at him, at a loss for words after a long moment.

"It’s useless, no matter how you delay, the position of City Lord will definitely be mine today," the long-haired man declared disdainfully, arms folded.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

"Alright, come up here and face your death now!" The dwarf erupted with murderous intent, laughing maniacally.

Wu Xiaode looked at him calmly, then suddenly turned to Deng Hou and asked, "Title-holder, could you coach me?"

"Huh?" Deng Hou did not comprehend immediately.

"I looked over the arena clauses, and since there seems to be a disparity of more than ten levels between my opponent and me, which is quite a gap, a special clause can be activated—"

"I can get some advice before the match," Wu Xiaode said.

"I’ll give you advice!" Deng Hou promptly offered.

"Coaches can only give guidance for five minutes!" the long-haired man said calmly.

"Five minutes is still time," Wu Xiaode responded.

In front of everyone, he casually began to chat with Deng Hou:

"What would happen if they obtained the position of City Lord?"

"They would step by step drive out anyone who doesn’t obey from the Holy City, leaving them to fend for themselves, and turn this city completely into their stronghold," Deng Hou answered.

"Step by step? How long would that take?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"A few days? I don’t know, but surely, we won’t just sit by and wait for doom," Deng Hou said bitterly.

"How often can a challenge for the position of City Lord be initiated?" Wu Xiaode continued to inquire.

"Defeat two title-holders, then a challenge can be made," Deng Hou replied.

"Who has he defeated?"

"Me, and the dwarf," Deng Hou said.

He also telepathically warned, "Be careful, the dwarf is Level 39, Bloody Hands is Level 45, you’re no match for them."

Wu Xiaode nodded, deep in thought.

Ever since his battles with the One-eyed Giant and the Bone Dragon, Wu Xiaode had a sober understanding of the disparity in strength.

If he was within five levels of the dwarf.

He would dare to fight.

But the dwarf was a Level 39 powerhouse.

The long-haired man was Level 45.

It wasn’t just the levels, but also their titles.

From a realistic standpoint, looking at the gap between him and them—

This arena battle was utterly impossible to fight.

Five minutes passed.

Wu Xiaode heaved a silent sigh.

Hadn’t Qian Mingkui recovered yet?

An entire half-hour had passed, and he hadn’t managed to hand over the Diamond to the opponent?

Suddenly.

A shadow loomed over his heart, and the walls of lamentation from the Book of the Dead were entirely shrouded in dark mist.

Wu Xiaode’s heart pulsed, and he subconsciously adjusted Thousand Hands to a defensive stance.

Then—

He seemed to sense something indescribable, and his body instinctively flashed to the left.

At almost the same instant, a thought occurred to him.

Not enough.

Not far enough away.

He would be hit.

No good—

Before the thought vanished, a bronze hand suddenly emerged from the Void and yanked him aside with force.

Two arcs of cold light streaked side by side, passing precisely through where he had been standing.

He had finally evaded!

Every professional along the path had their bodies split open and died on the spot.

Wu Xiaode looked toward the arena.

He saw the dwarf covering his mouth, emitting a ’hehe’ of laughter, his face flushed with excitement.

"Hahaha, I don’t want to pretend anymore."

His thin, sharp voice echoed all around.

"I’ve decided to ignore all arena rules and just kill you—"

"After all, the City Lord is right behind me, and the moment he takes office, he will erase all my sins, won’t he?"

The dwarf turned back to look at the long-haired man.

The long-haired man flashed a grin and said, "Go on, kill him."

"As you command, Lord City Lord," the dwarf said reverently, bowing. Then, he suddenly vanished from the spot.

"Little Wu! Run!" Deng Hou shouted loudly.

A Level 39 professional has 39 points of Soul Power, and their physical prowess alone far surpasses that of a Level 21 professional—

Let alone the additional 18 points of Soul Power that can be used to unleash far more techniques, keeping Wu Xiaode utterly suppressed.

Wu Xiaode’s mind went blank; then, suddenly frowning, he drew his sword and thrust into the empty space to his right rear.

If time were frozen at that moment, people would see that about 1 millimeter from the tip of his long sword, there was an eyeball.

The dwarf’s pupils.

He instantly appeared behind Wu Xiaode, wielding his twin blades, originally planning to kill Wu Xiaode in one fell swoop.

Little did he know that Wu Xiaode would unleash such a sword move.

This sword strike directly shattered all his defenses, leaving him completely unable to defend and even making it look as if he was hurling himself towards the long sword.

"Retreat!" the long-haired man yelled.

The dwarf’s figure abruptly paused mid-air, sharply twisting his waist and vanishing from in front of the long sword.

After moving rapidly, he reappeared atop one of the four corner pillars of the arena, gasping for breath. He said in disbelief:

"What sort of swordsmanship is this!"

Wu Xiaode gripped the Chi Xiao Sword with a calm expression and assumed a defensive stance on the spot.

Benefiting from the sword strike he had released in the Bone Dragon World, his mastery of swordsmanship had become even more unfathomably profound.

— That was a strike that could only be released with nearly four million Soul Power.

As the one executing it, he naturally made great progress.

"Die!"

The dwarf roared and charged at Wu Xiaode again.

This time, he didn’t hold back, attacking Little Wu directly with his twin blades.

Wu Xiaode didn’t retreat an inch, meeting the twin blades with his Chi Xiao Sword.

Clang clang clang clang—

The long sword clashed non-stop with the twin blades.

Wu Xiaode successfully blocked every attack from his opponent.

But he was continuously driven back, the force of the blade and sword blocks transmitted through the blade of his sword, pushing him backward.

"Slash!" the dwarf shouted.

Wu Xiaode held the sword with both hands, once again parrying the twin blades.

Boom—

He was sent flying, slamming into a thick wall dozens of meters away.

The dwarf did not pursue immediately.

A deep look of bewilderment hung on his face as he murmured:

"Incredible... why are his reactions so fast, able to parry my blades?"

Wu Xiaode stood up from the shattered wall, also feeling puzzled as he glanced at the Book of the Dead.

The Book of the Dead was blank.

As he kept looking at the Book of the Dead, a few lines of ice crystal small text appeared:

"Do not doubt yourself."

"You must understand, your sparring partner has always been beings like the One-eyed Giant, a Demon God. Your combat responsiveness is already first-rate."

"—How could one who has sparred with a Demon God not be able to deal with the flailing of insects?"

Only then did Wu Xiaode feel relieved.

Every attack from his opponent had strength, speed, and power greater than his own.

But with his extraordinary swordsmanship, and this first-rate level of responsiveness, he was always able to dissipate his opponent’s strength, slow down their speed, and avoid their power!

"Stop thinking about it, go all out," the long-haired man said.

The dwarf looked at him.

He nodded and said, "This man’s combat ability far exceeds our imagination, we must kill him immediately!"

"Alright!" the dwarf gritted his teeth.

An unknown aura suddenly emerged around him.

At the same time, Wu Xiaode felt as if something had appeared in the Void around him.

The Book of the Dead urgently revealed several lines of ice crystal small text:

"The opponent has launched a Name Skill: Dragon Strike."

"This Name Skill is C-level, capable of converting into offensive power, and has locked onto you."

"Be careful!"

Wu Xiaode looked towards the dwarf, only to see him standing atop an arena pillar, sneering:

"Kid, you should feel proud that you’ve compelled me to use a Name Skill. Now, rest in peace."

Before his words ended, there was a "swoosh"—

Wu Xiaode disappeared.

The dwarf stood still, stunned for quite some time before suddenly crying out, "Where’s that little trash?!"

He looked at the long-haired man.

The long-haired man was also somewhat surprised and uncertain as he exclaimed, "Be careful. According to ’Death God’ information, his hiding abilities are extremely formidable."

Elsewhere.

Death World.

Wu Xiaode directly appeared on a desolate plain.

He looked at the Book of the Dead, only to see rows of ice crystal small text emerging:

"You have triggered the Lovebird’s Homeward Path."

"You have returned to the Trial Ground of the Death Realm."

"Due to the vast distance and crossing the boundary between life and death, you have escaped the lock-on of the opponent’s Name Skill."

Wu Xiaode nodded contentedly.

You have a Name Skill; I don’t, but I can always run, right?

— It’s a pity I can’t keep running forever.

Never mind, as long as I have escaped from the Name Skill’s lock-on, I’m satisfied.

He once again raised the Chi Xiao Sword, preparing to trigger Lovebird’s Homeward Path to return to the fight.

Wait a second.

Why not use the Unpredictable and draw out a skill to use, huh?

The situation is dire.

Make it quick!

He shook the long sword with a flick of his wrist.

A skill immediately appeared on the Book of the Dead.

Wu Xiaode glanced at it, shook his head, and once again firmly shook the long sword.

Shake again.

And shake.

Continue shaking.

Keep shaking and shaking.

Finally, a noteworthy skill appeared:

"Brash Slash."

"A one-time explosive move."

"If struck, triggering this skill will instantly hit your opponent."

"—Come on, let’s harm each other!"