Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 353 - 314: The Most Suitable Reward!

Chapter 353: Chapter 314: The Most Suitable Reward!

Clang!

The blood-colored Sky Halberd once again clashed against the Desert Sword.

Wu Xiaode turned into a residual image as he flew backwards, slamming heavily into a damaged Mobile Battle Armor and directly pressing out a human shape.

——Another knockback effect!

Wu Xiaode spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his gaze fixed on the man’s long halberd.

He had to figure out a way to get around the knockback ability of that long halberd, or else he would only be taking hits.

The man was also looking at him.

"It’s very strange."

The man wielded the long halberd and stepped forward, "Swordsmanship and Saber Skill have one thing in common; in countless battles, a swordsman gradually develops an aura of valiant and inexorable defeat, but you have none of it."

"I’m a quick learner," Wu Xiaode said.

"A quick learner?" the man asked curiously.

"Yeah," Wu Xiaode started smiling, "I wanted to learn too, even when reading books I really wanted to learn boxing, swimming, and free fighting. I was even very interested in playing the flute, but I learned none of it."

"Why not?"

As the man continued to advance towards him, he asked the question.

"Because I had no money," Wu Xiaode said.

He stood up from the wreckage of the Mecha, holding the Desert Sword, and walked towards his opponent.

"Those are all great, great things, but I couldn’t afford to learn them, and no one would teach me. I could only watch some old gangsters fight in the streets—they are actually willing to talk more about fighting—just a few cigarettes would do."

"So, you only know street fighting," the man said.

"I only know how to fight," Wu Xiaode admitted.

"That means you haven’t even killed anyone?" the man said with a mocking tone.

Wu Xiaode’s gaze dropped as he said softly:

"One should watch one’s words and steps in Jianghu—how can one casually speak of killing? We never talk about these things."

The two were now close enough.

"Street rat, your swordsmanship hasn’t been tested enough to break through my long halberd. Moreover—"

The man stomped the Sky Halberd on the ground.

Hum!

A resonant cry, and seven or eight shadows of the long halberd appeared from the Sky Halberd, swirling around.

"I’ll kill you with the next move."

The man bared a grin.

Wu Xiaode stepped back a few times, and suddenly a fog surged around him, making his entire figure vanish from sight.

Silent Demon Mist!

The man’s expression changed slightly, and he suddenly roared, rushing forward like a ferocious tiger with the long halberd towards where Wu Xiaode had disappeared.

This kid’s stealth was quite strong; even he could not detect any clues. It was time to kill him before he got away—

Kill him! His long halberd had now fully unleashed its Divine Power, with astonishing lethality and a wide range. It would take him out in one fell swoop!

At the very same instant.

As soon as Wu Xiaode dove into the Demon Mist, he saw his opponent charging at him.

"Impressive," he couldn’t help but admire internally.

This Divine being was decisively fierce in combat, with accurate split-second judgments and ruthless action, leaving no room for him to maneuver!

Now to see how he would respond.

——First, the Divine being couldn’t see him, yet he still charged forward.

Why?

It must be because his next move was an area attack.

——There was no other reason!

Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly hit him!

An area attack...

He couldn’t break through it.

What to do?

As he eyed the blood-colored Sky Halberd, an idea flashed through Wu Xiaode’s mind.

His Ying Yuan Sword was broken.

Without the sword, "Lone Journey Amidst Snow and Wind" couldn’t be performed.

Moreover, most of the bronze hands formed the Demon God and were now trapped in the Netherworld.

All he had left was the last pair of bronze hands.

——So, "Long Moon’s Sparse Shadows" was also out of the question.

What else was there?

A moment passed.

The man flew forward, stabbing with the long halberd toward where Wu Xiaode had been standing.

Just at this critical moment—

A bronze hand suddenly appeared at the man’s elbow and struck out with Destroying Power.

The man’s grip on the long halberd instantly went crooked.

Boom!!!

The halberd struck the abandoned Mobile Battle Armor obliquely.

The solid shadows of the long halberd burst forth from the Void, sweeping viciously all around.

It was indeed an area attack!

Although he had already deflected the long halberd, and Wu Xiaode had retreated as far as he could, there were still a few shadows of the halberd thrusting towards him!

He had no choice but to draw the Desert Sword, blocking the layered shadows of the long halberd.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—

A series of crisp clashing sounds rang out.

The man immediately looked towards the sound, exclaiming with overwhelming joy:

"Caught you!"

His body emitted a shimmering blood-luminescence, shaking off the bronze hand in front of him.

This was the power drawn from the Netherworld Sky—

It turned out he still had such a force to protect his surroundings, waiting to use it at the very last moment of the struggle.

With this, even the bronze hands couldn’t get close to him!

Now, Wu Xiaode only had one bronze hand left, as well as the Desert Sword in his hand.

Meanwhile, the man had lost his long halberd and drew a short knife from his waist, charging towards where Wu Xiaode was hiding and bellowing:

"You can’t escape!"

A shadow of a gigantic blood blade rose from the knife.

Sword met knife.

Clang!

Both weapons flew off.

"Hahaha, this is my best technique of disarming—go to hell!"

The man laughed wildly, swinging his fist.

At his original position, Wu Xiaode prepared his boxing stance, meeting his opponent with a roar:

"Turns out our final move is also the fist!"

Both threw punches at the same moment——

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

The surroundings vanished completely, leaving nothing behind.

The man felt the world spin around him, and suddenly found himself before a palace of resplendent jade and pearl.

All around him were vast white clouds.

Deities filled the sky, all watching him from atop the clouds.

"City God, your deeds have been exposed. Surrender immediately,"

a majestic voice echoed from the depths of the heavens.

The man’s expression changed dramatically, and he couldn’t help but exclaim,

"What? This is Heaven? No—that’s not right. I’m already mortal; you can’t judge me!"

It was during this moment of shock and disbelief.

Another voice suddenly resounded in his ear:

"Withered orchids bid the traveler farewell on Xianyang Road; even the heavens age if they carry emotion."

—Heaven and Earth Emperor’s Fist, "Bid Farewell," "Even the Heavens."

Thud.

A sharp pain emanated from his chest.

The man felt as if a heavy, mighty fist had struck him, losing control and lifted off of the ground.

—He was airborne!

In an instant, the palace, clouds, and immortals all vanished like smoke.

"An illusion!"

The man exclaimed.

On the Book of the Dead remained a few lines of icy characters:

"You have a Shadow Follower, therefore your Silent Demon Mist has gained a special ability:

"Illusion."

"Note: Any target attacking you has a certain probability of falling into the Demon Mist’s illusory realm."

"Current target has entered the illusion!"

—This was the Heavenly Palace Illusion the man had seen!

Wu Xiaode lightly kicked off the ground; his whole being soared like a hawk, his fists turning into endless shadows, incessantly pummeling the man!

After striking for seven or eight breaths, all the shadows retracted, merging back into Wu Xiaode’s arms.

He landed on the ground.

Several breaths later.

Thud.

A dull sound.

The man heavily fell, crashing onto a discarded Mobile Battle Armor and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Excellent boxing,"

He gasped for air, managing to say in broken sentences, "If I hadn’t been beaten to the brink of death, that punch..."

He couldn’t catch his breath, and couldn’t finish his sentence.

"Won’t stop," Wu Xiaode continued for him.

The man nodded and exhaled deeply.

"I remember you,"

he said.

As his words fell, he breathed no more.

He was dead.

In the distance, the Minotaur sensed the commotion and roared,

"No! Damned mortal!"

"Do you think you’ve won? The Sacrificial Array is complete; you will now face destruction!"

It walked back into the Blood Pool, its figure quickly sinking until it disappeared completely.

—Sacrificial Array?

Wu Xiaode looked puzzled, observing the man’s corpse.

He saw the man’s body gradually turned into a blood-red skeleton, rapidly crumbling to dust, scattering over the steel Mecha.

Is he... really dead?

The Book of the Dead suddenly flipped open, revealing the page of the Wall of Wishes.

Rows of icy characters appeared:

"Confirmation of the target’s death."

"You have completed this task."

"You have obtained the basic reward for this task, Soul Power increased by 3 points."

"Current Soul Power limit adjusted to: 35."

"Furthermore, the spirit who issued the task will come to fulfill his promise to you."

All the characters were retracted.

Suddenly, a deep male voice resonated from the Wall of Wishes:

"Well done, you killed the divine being who was conducting the sacrifice ceremony, and now I have a chance."

"Are you the spirit who issued the task?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Indeed. I remember saying when I issued the task that there was a ’reward most suitable for you’ due to you," the deep voice replied.

"That’s indeed what was written in the task," Wu Xiaode nodded.

"Right, right, please wait. I need to prepare a little before I can descend—and it seems you’ve got company," the voice said and then fell silent.

A sense of surprise arose in Wu Xiaode’s heart.

You still have to prepare?

Did you not think I could defeat that deity from the beginning?

And who are these guests you speak of?

With a premonition, Wu Xiaode suddenly turned back.

There on the open ground not far away stood several men and women in strange uniforms.

The leader, a man with a meticulous Pompadour hairstyle, clapped his hands and said,

"A splendid fight, but I suspect you don’t have the strength for a second round."

"Who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Like you, we belong to the Destruction Council. Our master heard that you had obtained a Disaster Emblem from your rewards," the man said.

"No, that’s nonsense, non-existent—I don’t have such a thing," Wu Xiaode denied.

The woman beside the man snorted and added,

"You can’t fool our Councilman, hand over the Emblem or, in your current exhausted state, we can easily take you down."

"Really, I don’t have it. If you don’t believe me, come search for yourself,"

Wu Xiaode sighed.

"Let’s search then," the man gestured.

The group started towards Wu Xiaode.

Suddenly.

Massive bronze arms erupted behind Wu Xiaode.

—Now that the deity was dead, the Minotaur’s binding spell also came to an end.

All the bronze arms quickly assembled into the One-eyed Giant and the King of Evil Ghosts, their gazes turning towards the group opposite.

The One-eyed Giant’s vertical pupil flickered with a crimson light.

The King of Evil Ghosts’ three heads wore an ambiguous smile, each chanting different arcane spells.

The group involuntarily halted.

"Come on, come search me,"

Wu Xiaode crossed his arms, standing in place, and earnestly said.

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