Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 89 - 69: Human Head

Chapter 89: Chapter 69: Human Head

Ravine.

Shrouded in tattered, dark robes, the Death God staggered across a jumble of rocks.

Its form neared four meters in height, massive in stature, surrounded by countless tendrils, dangling densely packed wailing souls.

Regrettably, within the ravine, all manner of animals were incapable of perceiving it.

Even a roe deer that leapt past the Death God did not have the slightest awareness of its presence.

The Death God walked in silence, seemingly indifferent to these creatures.

Suddenly.

A dove flew down, alighting on the ground before the Death God, pecking at insects on the earth.

It blocked the Death God’s path.

The Death God halted, silent for a moment, then gently sidestepped, moving past the bird sluggishly.

As it passed by—

a slender, elongated tendril emerged from within the Death God’s robe, lightly touching the dove’s back.

An opening instantly appeared on the dove’s back.

Blood gushed forth.

Yet the dove felt nothing, consumed with eating the insects on the ground, and then contentedly flew up to the tree branches.

As it perched on a branch, continuing its search for food.

Its blood ran dry.

The next second.

A goshawk in search of prey spotted the bird.

It dived swiftly, claws gripping ferociously, and instantly squeezed the life out of the dove on the tree, eating it in small bites.

A faint soul rose from the corpse.

The soul glanced at its own body, then at the goshawk, and spread its wings intending to fly away.

However, a tiny black dot appeared on the semi-transparent soul.

Out of the Void, a long, semi-transparent tendril shot forth, connecting to the black dot, and then gently tugged—

The soul was immediately pulled in a certain direction.

It flew and flew towards that direction, eventually reaching the end of the tendril.

The roaming Death God opened its mouth.

The soul entered at an incredibly rapid speed, devoured before it could struggle, swallowed whole.

The Death God continued its forward march.

At last.

It saw the rock-like Demon Worm.

The Demon Worm’s brain had been blasted open, its body covered in scars and wounds.

The Death God stood still.

Two tendrils from its body unfurled, gently placing two wailing souls onto the ground.

The two souls drifted to the corpse of the Demon Worm, each releasing a segment of iron chains, wrapping them around the body of the Demon Worm, pulling hard—

A huge, semi-transparent soul emerged from the Demon Worm’s body.

The soul was almost as large as the Death God, and upon appearing, it immediately spotted the Death God before it.

Like a creature gone mad, it desperately tried to escape into the distance.

Yet the iron chains in the two souls’ hands seemed to possess some kind of magic power, constraining it no matter how fiercely it struggled, unable to break free and escape.

Laughter emerged from the eyes on the Death God’s cheeks.

It opened its gaping maw, inhaling forcefully.

The Demon Worm’s soul was pulled into its mouth, as if a raging tide was drawn into a funnel, rapidly vanishing from sight.

"Hmm..."

The Death God uttered a low moan.

Countless scenes flashed before its eyes, showcasing the life of the Demon Worm.

Finally.

It saw that moment.

The scene where the members of the S-rank club acted together, killing the Demon Worm.

The Death God fell silent for several breaths, then suddenly extended a hand from the tattered robe, making a gesture.

The two souls immediately got the message.

They soared into the sky and danced for a moment before quickly descending, pointing in a certain direction.

The Death God followed their direction and saw a large tree across the ravine.

It slowly walked over and circled to the back of the tree.

Indeed, there was the body of a soldier, seemingly thrown by a demon worm, dead with its head against the ground.

The Death God approached the body and gently lay down.

It vanished.

The next second.

The soldier’s body rose up.

It moved its body as if recalling something.

After a few moments,

it assumed a boxing stance in place and slowly threw a punch.

If Wu Xiaode were there, he would definitely recognize the punch—

Because it was the very Iron Wire Fist Skill he used against the demon worms!

Who would have thought that the Death God, by devouring the soul of the demon worm, had obtained all of its memories, and even took notice of him!

At this time, within the surrounding mountain ranges, one blinding flash after another shot into the sky, followed by earth-shaking tremors, and huge mushroom clouds rising high.

The soldier withdrew the boxing stance, his face expressionless.

"The... Dead..."

In a hoarse and obscure tone, he said, slowly stepping towards the direction where Wu Xiaode and the others were heading.

Be it the overabundant shockwaves, the trembling earth, or even the invisible radiation in the air—

Nothing could hinder its progress.

...

The wind howled past his ears.

The Crow Spirit pushed its speed to the limit, darting through the tunnel.

"You do know, this speed I’m going is what I used to race with people in the past, rarely ever brought out," Ya said.

"This time, the human soul power for killing is all yours," Wu Xiaode said.

"No need for that, as brothers cooperating, we’ve got to be generous," Ya replied.

"Alright, then I’ll kill extra in this Otherworld."

"That’s more like it!"

Ya endeavored to fly forward and finally, after three minutes, it spotted the underground train speeding along the tracks.

"What’s the plan?" Ya asked.

"Get on," Wu Xiaode said.

"But we could be spotted," Ya said.

"Get on."

"Alright."

Ya landed gracefully on the tail of the train, fluttered its wings, and transformed into Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode reached out to pull the car door.

It was locked.

He stood still, waiting quietly for a few moments.

A misty fog emerged from his body, not dispersing in the wind, but flowing like water through the cracks of the door and into the carriage.

Once all the fog had entered the carriage, Wu Xiaode then inserted his hand into the door and gently pulled back.

The entire lock was ripped out.

The door opened.

The inside was filled with fog.

Two voices followed:

"How can there be such heavy fog on this stretch? Close the windows quickly."

"But the windows are closed."

Wu Xiaode casually tossed the lock onto the tracks behind him, stepped into the train, then suddenly turned back into Ya, flapping its wings a few times in the fog, instantly passing through the entire carriage, and stood at the junction between two cars.

He switched back to his human form and continued forward.

The penultimate car wasn’t very crowded, filled with lots of equipment and machinery.

Several soldiers were tallying supplies.

Wu Xiaode didn’t speak to them, but went straight ahead.

Seeing that he had come from the rear carriage and wore a uniform, and considering they still hadn’t finished their tasks, the soldiers didn’t pay any attention to him.

Passing through the penultimate carriage, Wu Xiaode looked ahead and noticed that the number of people had increased.

Fu Zhengyang wasn’t here.

However, a person who looked like a military officer glanced at him and asked with a hint of confusion,

"What are you doing?"

Wu Xiaode said, "The last carriage is filled with smoke, and I don’t know what’s going on, so I’m going to report it upfront."

"Smoke?" The officer turned to look back.

His gaze traveled through the entire penultimate carriage to the last one.

Although he couldn’t see very clearly, it seemed there really was a significant amount of white fog.

"You go and report upfront, I will go back and check," the officer said.

"Yes, sir!" Wu Xiaode said.

The officer summoned a few soldiers and strode towards the back.

Wu Xiaode continued forward.

He passed through the entire third-to-last carriage and arrived at another section upfront.

—Fu Zhengyang was here.

As Wu Xiaode spotted him, a wave of fog surged suddenly through the entire carriage.

An officer shouted, "What’s going on, why is there so much fog? What’s the situation with this part of the tracks?"

No one could answer.

Wu Xiaode tiptoed through the corridor towards Fu Zhengyang.

Suddenly, someone from behind yelled, "Report, the fog at the back hasn’t dispersed; fog is everywhere!"

"Be careful, everyone, maybe this part of the tunnel is just like this," an officer said.

While they were discussing back and forth, Fu Zhengyang was busy talking with someone next to him.

"How much longer?" he asked.

"The remaining train hasn’t moved; maybe they will not come after all," another person said.

"Then they will have to die at the entrance of the cave, killed by the attack of demons," yet another companion said.

The fog became denser and denser.

Even those sitting face to face were barely able to see one another.

Wu Xiaode moved up silently, drew his knife, and stood behind Fu Zhengyang.

"Hmm, it seems we have wasted our efforts for nothing," Fu Zhengyang said.

Wu Xiaode smiled and took up the conversation, saying, "The fog is thick; be careful on the road."

His knife moved in an instant.

The strike with the blade was so fast it almost created an illusion—

As if the person wielding the knife had decided not to draw it at the last moment, leaving the long blade inside its sheath.

Fu Zhengyang’s face changed drastically, and just as he was about to take action, a sharp pain erupted from his neck.

Everything turned dark.

Wu Xiaode grabbed his head and turned to leave.

He passed through several carriages in quick succession, returned to the rear of the train, transformed into a crow, and flew away with the head clasped in his talons along the path he had come.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The fog inside the carriages finally dissipated.

Only then did people discover that what remained of Fu Zhengyang was a headless corpse.

...

At the entrance to the cave.

The team members were resting in place.

"A transformed bird? Unexpectedly, he has such a trick up his sleeve," Ying said with interest.

"He’s got plenty of tricks, last time he threw a—" Xiao Baihong stopped midsentence, suddenly remembering that last time they had killed a guessing magic, and immediately shut his mouth.

"Threw a what?" the Gunner asked.

"This kid likes to throw things around; last time he threw some hazardous waste," Xiao Baihong said gravely.

"It’s definitely not that simple, Elder Xiao; tell us the truth," Sun said with a smile.

The leader suddenly clapped his hands and solemnly said, "Don’t pry into other people’s secrets; demons could come at any moment, prepare for battle."

Everyone then stopped talking about it.

Xiao Baihong also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close!

He had almost let slip the incident with the guessing magic!

Suddenly.

Everyone looked towards the tunnel.

A bird rushed out of the tunnel, transformed into Wu Xiaode in mid-air, and casually threw something to the ground.

Thud!

The head rolled a distance on the ground, and when it came to a stop, its face was directly facing the group.

"Time, five minutes," the Gunner said, checking his watch with a smile.

The others exchanged glances and a smile spread across their faces.

The person they were looking at was clearly an old hand with more than 10 soul power points, yet he was killed by their martial master, his head cut off and thrown on the ground.

—Who wouldn’t want a powerful martial master in their team?

Wu Xiaode’s actions and strength were reassuring.

"This incident is now over, Little Wu; the road ahead is long and full of dangers, so don’t make enemies carelessly," the leader warned seriously.

"Understood," Wu Xiaode said.

Suddenly.

Clang! Clang! Sounds rang out in the Void.

Wu Xiaode looked up to see a star gleaming above the heads of Ying and the Gunner.

The Book of the Dead flipped open, revealing a line of ice crystal text:

"Your actions have earned the admiration of Ying and the Gunner."

"Current admiration level: One star."

"The book has resonated spiritually with them and extracted the corresponding skills from them, as follows:"

"Ice Butterfly Skill."

"Sniper Headshot."

"Would you like to keep these two skills for your own use?"

"No," Wu Xiaode said directly, "sacrifice them both to the Silent Demon Mist."

"Sacrificing now."

"Sacrifice complete."

"Current progress: 6/10."

"Please continue to make an effort to upgrade the Silent Demon Mist to LV1."

Not bad.

There was more to gain.

Hopefully, there would be more gains to come; in that case, he could make the Silent Demon Mist even more formidable before facing the demons!

Wu Xiaode watched the Book of the Dead, waiting.

As expected.

New lines of text appeared in the book:

"Ya has absorbed Fu Zhengyang’s soul power."

"Fu Zhengyang was a Martial Arts Boxer with a soul power value as high as 15 points, but because he was trapped by the Demon Mist, his head was cut off directly."

"A substantial harvest this time."

"With Ya’s help, the soul power gained from the battle has been stored and not absorbed by you, therefore your soul power value upper limit remains at:"

"11."

"Please kill another monster, and you may return to your world."