Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 68 - 54 Undead Protection!

Chapter 68: Chapter 54 Undead Protection!

Wu Xiaode lay there.

Accustomed to the various sounds of combat on the battlefield, he nearly fell asleep out of boredom during one stretch.

More and more defensive positions were being breached.

As a result, sleep did not come easily; after all, danger was increasingly encroaching from all sides.

Yet, he always felt something was amiss.

The demons had dispatched a Lord-level expert, yet the undead only had a bunch of minions.

Although the expert was holding his position at the rear, he would cast long-range magic to obliterate the stubborn undead whenever he saw a particularly fierce battle.

But on the undead side, there was no power to contend with him.

They could only retreat step by step.

——This was also the main reason Wu Xiaode dared not show himself.

Were they really going to keep fighting like this? Wouldn’t that mean certain defeat?

Wu Xiaode pondered to himself.

Time slowly passed by.

Suddenly.

A long dragon’s cry came from deep behind the undead positions.

"It’s a bone dragon!"

The skeleton spoke out excitedly.

In the depths behind the defensive line, one after another, Death Knights mounted on frosty steeds appeared.

They began to charge toward the defensive line.

The Demon Lord’s roar shook heaven and earth, "All hands, prepare to reinforce!"

It no longer concerned itself with the battle on the ground but flew into the deep sky, waiting for the arrival of that bone dragon.

The Demon Knights withdrew from the battlefield one after another, regrouping on the distant plains, reorganizing their troops, silently accumulating strength.

In the midst of the defensive line.

The skeleton suddenly sat up from the ground, declaring excitedly, "The counterattack begins now."

"Really? Are you planning to use your mutual destruction ability to boost the bone dragon’s power?" Wu Xiaode asked with closed eyes and a soft voice.

The skeleton stiffened.

After only a moment’s thought, it silently scattered the bones it had assembled around and lay back down.

"Brother, you must be an old soldier, right? Can we become friends?"

It asked softly.

"Don’t talk, we’ve got another several minutes before passing the level," Wu Xiaode said.

The skeleton could only wait obediently.

About five or six minutes later.

Dragon cries echoed from the high skies above the battlefield.

A colossal, shimmering cloud of frost appeared there.

It moved quickly through the high sky, entering the battlefield soon after and engaging with the Demon Lord.

On the ground, both sides’ knights began to accelerate slowly.

A charge—

Their speed increased more and more, crossing the vast battlefield, heading towards the enemy’s positions!

Suddenly.

A majestic voice descended from the heavens:

"Oh soldiers of the Death Realm, the more death you bring to your enemies, the more you shall receive Undead Protection!"

The bone dragon appeared!

It soared above the battlefield, its body emanating a pale blue light, chilling the entire battlefield several degrees.

As soon as the voice fell.

Wu Xiaode felt an inexplicable power envelop him.

The Book of the Dead opened, revealing rows of ice-crystal text:

"All undead soldiers have gained the Dragon Curse Power: Undead Protection."

"Effect:"

"Each time you kill an enemy, the soul of the deceased forms an insubstantial Protection Shield around you, absorbing damage on your behalf."

"The more enemies you kill, the stronger your Protection Power becomes."

"Duration: Ten minutes (refreshed upon slaying a new enemy)."

——That’s more like it.

At the thought, the silent Demon Mist around Wu Xiaode dissipated completely.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and gave the skeleton’s pelvis a kick.

"Get up, the bone dragon itself has arrived. If we are found out like this, it could lead to trouble."

"Ah, oh, okay."

The skeleton slowly got up, pieced its bones back together, stretched, and then stood beside Wu Xiaode atop a mound of earth.

Wu Xiaode placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, feeling a rush of excitement.

"Never been in a brawl this large before..." he murmured.

He had refrained from fighting previously because the other side had a BOSS.

On the Death Realm’s side, there were only low-ranked soldiers with no one to command them—clearly cannon fodder.

Wu Xiaode wouldn’t have it.

Now that the bone dragon had arrived and unleashed such a powerful Dragon Curse on everyone, the war had truly begun.

This was the moment for battle!

"Hey," said Wu Xiaode.

"What?" the skeleton asked.

"Shout.

"Ah... okay..."

Taking a deep breath, the skeleton shouted loudly, "Come on! Who dares to battle us!"

Wu Xiaode, standing beside it, drew the Dream Blowing Blade and took up a fighting stance.

Five or six Demon Knights immediately rushed toward them, only to realize halfway something was off.

Huh?

Weren’t these two guys lying dead on the ground?

With confusion in their hearts, the Demon Knights charged forward.

This was a tough fight!

The skeleton raised its shield in place, barking, "Brother, we need to hold the line—"

Before it could finish, Wu Xiaode had already charged out from the defensive lines.

Mist rolled through the air.

A gray figure dashed swiftly through the crowds of warhorses, suddenly leaping above everyone, transforming into a young man, brandishing his Blade in a flurry of slashes.

Blurry shadows, the gleaming blade emitted brilliant golden streaks, crisscrossing and falling like sudden rain upon the Demon Knights’ Battle Armor.

In the clashing of metals—

Pieces of Battle Armor shattered.

The Demon Knights raised their spears to block, but the spears were also chopped into pieces by the flashing Golden Light.

The Knights hesitated for a moment.

Wu Xiaode hesitated for a moment as well.

This Dream Blowing Blade was indeed as sharp as Zhao Zhibing had said, "There is no other cunning, only sharpness."

If that’s the case, what more is there to say?

A surging fog burst from Wu Xiaode’s body, engulfing everything around him.

A chilling wind blew from the sky.

Wu Xiaode rode the wind forward, once again charging through the formation.

He passed those seven or eight Demon Knights and sheathed his blade behind them.

Clang!

The fog dissipated.

The Demon Knights, along with their horses, were seen chopped into several sections, scattered across the ground.

Rows of ice crystal letters suddenly appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You have killed an enemy."

"Death has activated your Dragon Curse: Undead Protection."

"You have gained the protection of the undead, current layers: seven layers, which can shield you from seven magical attacks and weapons."

The skeleton hopped up, looked around, and laughed loudly, "Brother, your Sword Skill and fog are indeed formidable; we have surely won this time!"

Wu Xiaode didn’t speak, recalling many Breaking Formation Swordsmanship techniques in his mind.

This is—

He looked towards the Book of the Dead.

Icy crystal letters kept appearing on the Book of the Dead:

"You have already mastered the Saber Skill of ’Burying the lord beneath the spring, the mud decays his bones, while I reside in the human realm with snow upon my head,’ so you have comprehended all prerequisite Saber Skills."

"In battle, your blade technique will be sharpened, becoming stronger and stronger."

A particularly tall Demon Knight charged at him.

"Undead, roll back to your slumber!"

It roared, raising its fire-light-emitting spear high, and stabbed fiercely towards Wu Xiaode’s chest!

Wu Xiaode’s figure flashed, dodging the concentrated thrust of the spear, and stood at the side of the Demon Knight.

That was Xiao Baihong’s Side Flash!

"Damn—"

The Demon Knight hurriedly attempted to turn around, but it was already too late.

The long blade unsheathed, slashing down from above at an angle to the ground, leaving a sharp golden line in the Void.

The golden line disappeared into the darkness.

The Demon Knight, together with its horse, was split in two.

"Everyone, kill him for me!"

The Demon Knight bellowed, and in the moment of death, threw its spear with all its might.

The spear came surging through, forcing Wu Xiaode to parry with his blade.

Seizing the moment, two Demon Infantry charged in, closing in on him—one attempted to grab him while the other reached for a dagger to stab.

Wu Xiaode swung his blade to chop off the dagger along with the hand, then with a backhand delivered a punch loaded with Destroying Power, squarely hitting and sending the Demon attempting to grab him flying.

In the meantime, the skeleton rushed up, decapitating the fist-engaged Demon with one blow.

Wu Xiaode struck with another blade, slaying the demon with the severed hand.

Eight layers of Undead Protection!

In the distance.

More Demons surged forward.

The battlefield was like a meat grinder, and before Wu Xiaode had time to catch his breath, seven or eight Demons had already surrounded him.

He glanced at the Book of the Dead.

Only 7 points of Soul Power remained.

But Ya had already arrived, ready to replenish the consumed power at any time!

Then—

Kill!

Wu Xiaode leaped forward, charging towards the Demons.

The two sides confronted each other head-on!

This time, perhaps because the Demons had witnessed his previous performance, they stopped advancing and started forming defensive positions instead.

A dozen or so Demons formed a defensive formation.

More Demons joined them.

So much so that Wu Xiaode was momentarily unable to break through and was forced to skirmish on the periphery.

As the battle raged on, his mastery over the blade felt increasingly natural and fluid, with more techniques naturally flowing from his hands.

The Demons began to sustain casualties.

But more Demons charged forward.

A full thirty or more Demons blocked Wu Xiaode’s path.

Then suddenly, a series of desolate horn sounds rang out across the battlefield.

Upon hearing this horn sound, the Demons immediately stopped fighting with Wu Xiaode and turned to run towards their own positions.

Wu Xiaode was about to pursue when the skeleton grabbed him.

"Brother, the time has come!" the skeleton exclaimed loudly.

Wu Xiaode was taken aback for a moment before coming back to his senses.

He had been so engrossed in the fight that he had lost track of time.

Time’s up, which meant the mission was complete!

He looked around.

Corpses littered the ground.

Weapons piled up like mountains.

The two stood amidst such surroundings, quietly waiting for everything to end.

Wu Xiaode looked towards the Book of the Dead.

He saw that his Undead Protection had already stacked up to eleven layers!

In the sky.

A grand voice suddenly resonated:

"Well done!"

"To those low-level soldiers responsible for guarding the position, you have held out until this moment in this cruel battle and have fulfilled your duty to defend the position—"

"I grant you permission to continue being promoted!"