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Chapter 128 - 0123: Shennong Gang, nonsensical (10,000-word burst, 800 monthly tickets for additional release)

Chapter 128: 0123: Shennong Gang, nonsensical (10,000-word burst, 800 monthly tickets for additional release)

"Black Wind Village... Black Wind Village Chief!"

Inside a tavern in Luoyang City that ordinary players could scarcely afford, several people were engaged in a hushed conversation, occasionally uttering words that were familiar to many.

The few who were talking all carried an extraordinary air about them.

One was a scholar in a white shirt, holding a folding fan.

One was a middle-aged man with his arms crossed and a haughty expression.

One was a carefree-looking young man playing with flying knives.

One was a handsome man in blue, wearing a feathered crown.

"I’ve found out that the Black Wind Village Chief’s target this time is to retaliate against Zhuwu Linked Rings and it seems that includes the Bloodthirsty Guild.

However, this doesn’t seem to be anything to be surprised about; according to our interactions with these natives over the past few years, they are certainly not simple, and they definitely won’t go easy on us because we are Abnormal People.

In the eyes of these new players, the fact that a mountain village force’s Big Boss could leave his territory to launch an expedition to retaliate against other forces naturally seems strange."

The one speaking was the young man playing with the flying knife, the corners of his mouth tilting up with a mocking curve, "Feng Ying had once invited me to join forces against the Black Wind Village Chief. She definitely approached you all as well."

Hearing this, the scholar in white laughed, "She did approach us, but I’m not interested. Although the Black Wind Village Chief is indeed interesting, in such a vast Mixed Martial Arts World, why should we fixate on such a trivial mountain village power?

Even if the Black Wind Village grows, so what?

We’re not unable to tolerate natives being stronger than us. Are there few in the Mixed Martial Arts World who are stronger than us?

This world is originally theirs, we’re just outsiders, here to learn and explore, not to focus on a small place fighting for minor benefits.

I think the World Association, which has been gaining more and more momentum lately, deserves more attention. The current Gang Leader of the World Association, Xiong Ba, seems even more formidable..."

Towards the end of his speech, the scholar’s eyelids twitched, a subtle fear flashing through his eyes.

"It looks like your recent infiltration into the World Association has been quite successful?"

The middle-aged man with the haughty demeanor chuckled softly, "You’re right, what’s there to focus on with a mountain bandit force?

When we were all chosen to come here, Feng Ying and the others formed that retarded force called Tyrant Hall, messing around every day.

I think they haven’t accomplished anything notable, and their strength is getting weaker and weaker.

Heartbroken Little Knife and Yun Yi used to have some sense, but now they’re all rubbish, thwarted by a mountain bandit leader.

The current Tyrant Hall, heh, it’s only that guy who is ruthlessly capable! The others, all rubbish!"

"That guy..."

The man in blue with the feathered crown became serious and whispered, "This time we’re not helping Feng Ying, I guess that guy will be stirred to action. After all, Heartbroken Little Knife is still being held captive in Black Wind Village, he can’t just not save her."

Mentioning "that guy" caused everyone to straighten up, their expressions showing a mix of admiration and hostility, rather complex.

"If that guy makes a move, all the better, in the entire Tyrant Hall, only he is truly devoted. If not for him, Tyrant Hall would be an utterly insignificant matter!"

"If he takes action, we can also see just how strong his Marriage Dress Divine Skill has become after a year..."

"Don’t underestimate that Black Wind Village Chief too much; after all, he’s someone even Lu Xiaofeng acknowledges.

Although in our eyes, Lu Xiaofeng may not be a top figure in the Martial World, his strength is indeed strong.

In the eyes of ordinary players, he’s definitely a top-notch expert, hehehe..."

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A day later.

In the abyssal valley behind the mountains of Infinite Jade Wall, the robust and tall Jiang Dali stood shirtless, executing the Gecko Wall-Crawling Skill to quickly descend from a cliff next to a waterfall.

Just before hitting the water’s surface, his arms spread wide, his body gliding horizontally, and with a few ups and downs, he skimmed over the water, crossing a distance of five or six zhang to the shore.

Such Qinggong and movement technique, when performed by a man of his burly physique, created a strong visual impact and contrast, eliciting nothing but praise for his impressive skill.

"It’s about time. I should set off for the Western Region Kunlun now."

Jiang Dali silently reviewed his Qinggong and movement technique Cultivation in the panel.

After two days of focus on his movement technique, the Wild Goose Formation had improved to the outstanding 6th Realm, with the longest levitation time nearing two breaths.

His Gecko Wall-Crawling Skill had also reached the 4th Realm, Mastered, making his movements even more agile.

His body could now perform various previously impossible and unbelievable movements, and combined with the Bone Shrinking Skill, he could execute some highly difficult dodging maneuvers.

Such significant Cultivation results, of course, were not entirely achieved through practice; Jiang Dali had also spent a good number of Potential Points.

That resulted in the original total of 8577 Potential Points now being reduced to just 577.

"It’s about time; I’ll leave here for now and head to Kunlun.

Once I’ve dealt with the affairs of the Bloodthirsty Guild, I’ll return here for secluded Cultivation. By that time, there should be a few players who have advanced to the Inner Qi Realm."

Ding-Ling! A sound rang out.

Jiang Dali pulled his Golden Nine-Ring Blade from its resting place on a nearby rock, sheathed it, and looked back at the woods behind him with a silent sigh.

Just last night, he had attempted to spar with the shadow of Wuya Zi.

He managed to withstand less than two moves before he was almost blasted open by the formidable Sky Mountain Six Yang Palm, which nearly penetrated his Nine Yang Body Protection Inner Qi; he had no choice but to swiftly flee on the Demon Hawk.

Even if the Demon Hawk had been a fraction of a second slower, Wuya Zi’s exceptional Qinggong, the Wave-skimming Light Step, could have caught up, with unimaginable consequences.

Wuya Zi’s strength was simply far greater than Li Qiushui’s.

Jiang Dali could understand why even a powerhouse like One God in his past life needed to cooperate with Tyrant Hall to develop Langhuan Blessed Land.

Clearly, his current strength was still lacking.

However, having had the chance to spar with an expert like Wuya Zi was also an invaluable experience for him.

Shaking off his unease, Jiang Dali looked up to the sky and let out a long, resonant howl.

"Screech—"

Immediately, a high-pitched eagle’s cry came from afar, and a small black dot swiftly pierced through the clouds and fog, quickly approaching.

Jiang Dali casually grabbed some clothes nearby and, shouldering the large saber, bent his knees and sprang up violently, his hand directly grasping the Demon Hawk’s talons that descended like a cold hook, and he was lifted into the air, leaving the land surrounded by sheer cliffs.

"Screech—"

At this moment, the Demon Hawk let out another screech or two.

"Hmm? Are you saying someone is approaching this area?"

Jiang Dali immediately understood the Demon Hawk’s message, his expression one of surprise, "Take me to see."

The Demon Hawk responded with a cry and quickly pierced through the mist, flying toward a cliff on the western side.

Soon, as the Demon Hawk ascended, Jiang Dali faintly heard human voices coming through the wind.

The other party seemed to have also noticed him and the Demon Hawk and let out a low call.

The next moment, the Demon Hawk had already flown high above the cliff.

The view before Jiang Dali’s eyes suddenly cleared, and he instantly saw a line of Martial World people carrying weapons appear on the cliff below.

At the sight of him, the group’s expressions changed, their eyes revealed wariness and caution, and one of them, a goat-bearded leader, pondered for a moment and then cupped his hands and said loudly.

"I am Wu Changchun of the Shennong Gang; may I ask which sect or school does esteemed friend belong to? Why are you here, could it be that there is something beneath this cliff?"

"So it’s people from the Shennong Gang."

Jiang Dali chuckled softly upon hearing this, suddenly enlightened.

Indeed, the Shennong Gang had a feud with the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Shennong Gang Leader Sikong Xuan was afflicted with a Life and Death Talisman, a subordinate under Heavenly Mountain Misty Peak’s Lingjiu Peak, and had been ordered by Tianshan Tonglao to take over Sword Lake Palace to uncover the truth of the Infinite Jade Wall, thus making enemies with the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Although the strange power of the Mixed Martial Arts World changed some people and things’ original destinies and trajectories, the overall direction hadn’t changed much.

Jiang Dali flipped onto the eagle’s back and said coldly to Wu Changchun, "If I remember correctly, this seems to be Wuliang Sword Sect’s territory, which has nothing to do with your Shennong Gang, right? Do I need you to interrogate me for appearing here?"

"How insolent!"

The people of the Shennong Gang were enraged, and Wu Changchun’s face also darkened, but when his gaze fell on Jiang Dali’s seated Demon Hawk, he still held back, chuckling low, "This place is indeed the territory of the Wuliang Sword Sect, but since the Wuliang Sword Sect has offended our Shennong Gang, their days will not be merry for much longer, they’re about to be destroyed by us.

Friend, our Shennong Gang is backed by the powerhouse of Lingjiu Palace of Misty Peak; it would be merry to be our friend, but to become an enemy of our Shennong Gang... heh heh heh..."

"Becoming an enemy of your Shennong Gang then? Are you suggesting I, too, won’t live much longer? Could it be you think... just one Lingjiu Palace can intimidate me?"

Jiang Dali smiled blandly, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc, focusing on the group who had already exhibited red lights.

These people from the Shennong Gang actually dared to be hostile toward him.

And these people unexpectedly encountered him here, after a while they might really go down the cliff to investigate.

Although the cliff was very deep and not something ordinary people could descend.

But given a direction, human methods are always more numerous than difficulties.

The goat-bearded leader’s eyes turned cold; he had not expected that the opponent would not even take Lingjiu Palace seriously and chillingly shouted, "It appears that esteemed friend has decided to make enemies with our Shennong Gang and Lingjiu Palace?"

"Ha ha ha ha—Shennong Gang? Nothing more than a minor force reliant on borrowed strength; what’s it worth? Ha ha ha ha?"

Jiang Dali laughed loudly, his laughter spreading like a tide, shaking the surroundings like thunderous bells, pounding into the ears of those below as if countless small hammers were relentlessly striking, causing the group from the Shennong Gang to change their expressions collectively.

"Such strong Inner Strength!"

Wu Changchun was shocked, never having expected that the young man in front of him had such fierce inner strength. A sense of regret surged in his heart, quickly overshadowed by embarrassment and fury.

"What arrogance!"

"You cur! Have the guts to come down!"

The Shennong Gang members were both shocked and enraged, baring their teeth like a group of raging dogs, pointing at Jiang Dali and shouting loudly.

"Absurd!"

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, and with a fierce drive of his eagle, he swooped down, instantly stirring up a whirlwind.

The Shennong Gang members were instantly startled and angry, unsheathing their swords, all stabbing at the giant eagle plummeting from the sky.

Clang clang clang—

The Demon Hawk’s talons, like huge cold hooks, easily knocked some swords flying, and its wings, broad as sabers, swept through with explosive force, easily sending two flying off the cliff.

Prolonged screams instantly erupted from below.

"Ah! Kill! Die, villain—"

Wu Changchun roared furiously, leaping up to charge and attack, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Saber dancing wildly in his hand, slashing at Jiang Dali on the Demon Hawk’s back with flashing saber light.

Jiang Dali was utterly unafraid, scoffing, "Performing saber tricks in front of Guan Gong?"

As he spoke, he fiercely thrust a palm out, the move reverent and forceful like offering a prayer!

Boom—

An oppressing whirlwind burst forth, an enormous wave of air exploded into a wall large as a door panel, crushing everything before it.

Wu Changchun, pale with horror, desperately danced his Eight Gates Golden Lock Saber in defense.

With a clang, a resonant sound erupted.

The saber quivered and hummed as it was knocked out of his hands; Wu Changchun screamed as he fell rapidly, his hands already torn and bloody.

Just then, a robust figure descended from the sky, reaching out eagerly.

This grasp was faster than lightning, and cunning beyond measure, tearing the air with a piercing explosion...

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