Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 464 - 356: Brushing It Off Lightly (Extra - for the magical little arrow! Vote for it!)

Chapter 464: Chapter 356: Brushing It Off Lightly (Extra Chapter for the magical little arrow! Vote for it!)

The massive bed made of human heads explosively dispersed.

Amidst the flying heads, Siang had already transformed into a streak of light, charging straight at Wu Xiaode.

"Die! Die for me!"

His face was contorted, with blood-red light radiating from his hands.

However, Wu Xiaode stumbled a few steps as if he had lost control of his body.

Close now!

Siang swung a sharp Blood Shadow, slashing at Wu Xiaode’s waist.

Wu Xiaode suddenly raised his head, twisted his neck, and it crackled.

"You’re full of openings."

He spoke, then suddenly leaped up, dodging the Blood Shadow, and kicked Siang in the neck.

Crack.

The sound of a broken neck echoed.

A streak of blood dissipated from Siang’s body.

"That’s it?"

Siang sneered, his body spun around to dissipate the force of the kick, his hands turned into blood claws and reached for Wu Xiaode’s chest.

But Wu Xiaode ducked, avoiding the blood claws, and his fists, like afterimages, hit Siang on the face, neck, and chest dozens of times.

Thud—

Siang was flung backward, tumbling several times on the ground before leaping back up.

He didn’t seem as frenzied anymore.

"No... you are not Arian, he’s not as strong as you."

Siang tilted his head, looking at Wu Xiaode with an expression like one would give a monster.

"Still want to fight?"

Wu Xiaode asked calmly.

Siang raised a finger and said, "Clearly, those Council fools got it wrong, or they have collected information about me, so they deliberately misled me into thinking—"

"You are Arian."

"Still want to fight?" Wu Xiaode asked again.

"Let me think..." Siang seemed to have some trouble deciding, "Killing you would obviously be the optimal solution, but I don’t wish to fulfill those Council trash’s desires, moreover, you’re not Arian after all..."

"Your boxing technique isn’t bad, but it follows the approach of being light, quick, and high-frequency. I’m really not interested."

"Oh?" A deeper meaning appeared in Wu Xiaode’s eyes, "My punches just now were indeed short boxing techniques, you’re not interested in fighting with me?"

Siang said:

"Yes, because it pursues speed too much and has to compromise on power, it can’t injure me... How about I kill you to prove my point."

Layers of Blood Shadow burst from his body as he stepped towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode casually moved his limbs and also sauntered towards him.

Finally, the two faced off once more.

Wu Xiaode suddenly threw a punch, smashing it directly into Siang’s face.

Siang, engulfed in Blood Shadow, sturdily withstood the punch without moving an inch.

"Too light."

He sighed and was about to strike—

But then he saw Wu Xiaode’s hands become blurry afterimages again, circling him and delivering another round of punches.

His fists, like a hail of bullets, made "pit-a-pat" sounds on Siang’s body.

"I told you, it’s useless."

Siang moved to charge at Wu Xiaode.

—However, he found that his body merely struggled, then stayed pinned in place.

What’s going on?

Siang slowly looked down.

Crackling sounds of broken bones emanated from his body.

"Short boxing has two types, the first aiming for joints, the second for vital spots. Neither requires much power, just speed, and then—"

"I hope you won’t underestimate short boxing in the future, because it was originally meant to kill."

Wu Xiaode said blandly.

Siang’s gaze fell on his hands.

When did it happen? His hands were now each holding several inches long, sharp blades between the index and middle fingers.

"I see, the short boxing was just a ruse; it is actually meant for killing... So you’ve picked my tendons, my muscles are severed, is that right?"

Siang asked seriously.

"Pretty much," Wu Xiaode stood in front of him, continuing as if he were making small talk, "I came in a hurry, so I only demonstrated a little bit of skill for the younger generation. Now tell me, do you want to live or die?"

Siang scoffed, about to speak when he suddenly found that he couldn’t open his mouth.

When did it happen, a line of blood had appeared on his neck.

Even his tongue had been cut out.

—He hadn’t even felt the pain.

The opponent was too fast.

Too fast...

Even with hundreds of lives, he couldn’t move his body.

Too fast, indeed!!!

"In the world of martial arts, the fastest is invincible?" a voice came from inside Siang’s body.

Wu Xiaode shook his head and said, "You have a human body, so I fought you this way. If you were a monster, I would shatter you and this world together, but that would be another style of boxing altogether."

Siang thought for a moment, then a voice came from his stomach:

"I was indeed in a hurry today, and I was too arrogant, making a grave mistake of underestimating my enemy, allowing you to handle me so easily when I haven’t shown my true strength. That’s my fault."

"I will rectify my mistakes."

Wu Xiaode listened, then shook his head again, "Live first, then speak."

He turned his back and walked away with his hands clasped behind him.

Siang was stunned and couldn’t help but ask loudly, "What do you mean by that?"

Without turning his head, Wu Xiaode said:

"You’ve overlooked one thing."

"This body isn’t actually yours; its original owner had limited strength, and Soul Power was even more limited. You’ve overused it for so long that it’s on the verge of overdraw."

"At this point, all I need to do is let out a little blood—"

"And this body will be overdrawn."

As he spoke the words "let out a little blood," Siang’s body suddenly burst forth with large gushes of fresh blood from various splits.

In an instant, more than half the blood from this body was drained!

Siang’s complexion went through several changes, but he found that he could hardly use any spells, nor could he utilize any of the Blood Shadow End techniques.

This is bad!

I’m truly at a critical moment of life and death!

Suddenly, Siang opened his mouth and violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

This blood seemed like life itself, twisting in the air, breaking through the Void, disappearing to who knows where.

Boom.

His corpse slowly fell to the ground, motionless.

Suddenly.

An old man flew from the distant sky and stopped in front of Wu Xiaode, glancing at the corpse and then at him.

"Why didn’t you chase after him?"

He questioned.

Wu Xiaode gave him a look and said, "It was your shouting just now that ruined a splendid play."

A hint of unease flashed through the old man’s eyes as he said solemnly, "I did that as per the mission’s requirement, to urge you to make a move."

Wu Xiaode smiled and said, "Take a punch from me. If you can handle it, we’ll call it even for today."

"And if I can’t handle it?" the old man asked.

"You die."

Wu Xiaode raised his fist, holding it mid-air.

The old man was on guard for several breaths, but when nothing happened, he sneered:

"The enemy has clearly escaped, yet you don’t pursue. This is passive combat. I just need to report to the Book of Destruction Laws—"

His voice was suddenly cut off.

Wu Xiaode spoke, "My Power should not be wasted. The power within that blood just now hasn’t dissipated; it might as well be borrowed."

His fist suddenly opened.

Fine, dense threads spread from his hand, fluttering with the wind towards his back.

All the blood around Siang’s corpse was attracted to these threads, rising like a wall and adhering to the threads.

In an instant, those threads were covered in a multitude of Blood Shadows, spreading in every direction.

Wu Xiaode’s fist abruptly clenched.

All the Blood Shadows attacked the old man, piercing his body in an instant.

"This boxing technique uses the opponent’s strength against them, borrowing method to apply method, too malicious and long lost."

"I used it today to warn you—if you dare use any more underhanded tactics, I’ll kill you all."

After Wu Xiaode finished speaking, a glimmer passed through his eyes.

The spirit of the ancient Human Emperor left his body.

Only he remained standing in place, observing the immobile old man opposite him with the eyes of someone admiring a piece of art.

—The old man was already dead.

His body slowly withered, eventually becoming a bent bone wrapped in skin, no longer able to support the head.

Thud.

The head fell to the ground.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but sigh.

The fellow had died before he even had a chance to use his ultimate move.

—Would the others be deterred?

In their eyes, Arian had nonchalantly accomplished what the giant Mobile Battle Armor "Puppet on Strings" had failed to do.

Siang was beaten until only a streak of blood managed to escape.

The Council elder was secretly sabotaged, killed in one move on the spot.

I haven’t even used my big move, Destruction Will.

What’s next?

Will they still dare to harbor ill intentions?

Wu Xiaode stood still, waiting quietly.

Time slowly passed.

Nothing happened.

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

"You have completed your exclusive task: Face Siang."

"This result has been unanimously recognized by the Book of Destruction Laws and the Council of Elders."

"Now you may designate a world as your spoils of war."

Wu Xiaode nodded slightly and spoke:

"The world I want is—"

"The ’Heaven and Earth’ world."

After a pause.

Two more lines of ice crystal text emerged:

"It’s yours now."

"This result has been recognized by all members of the Destruction Council."