Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 212 - 182~183: Embroidery horror with needle intent, the thrill of piercing a hundred times (Extra update for 200/300 monthly tickets)_3

Chapter 212: 182~183: Embroidery horror with needle intent, the thrill of piercing a hundred times (Extra update for 200/300 monthly tickets)_3

"That is to say, after ten days, he could boldly attempt to advance the Nine Yang Marrying Robe Divine Skill to Great Success, resolving the adverse effects of energy leakage while starting to consider the matter of dissolving and rebuilding his cultivation."

"If the poison within Dongfang cannot be removed by Lu Xiaofeng, then I can only wait until my Divine Skill reaches Great Success in ten days and see if the powerful Yang Gang True Energy of Nine Yang can forcefully detoxify Dongfang," Jiang Dali murmured as his gaze briefly swept across Dongfang Bubai, who was standing steadily on the back of the Demon Hawk, clad in red clothes with her black hair fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, he saw her holding a silver needle, embroidering with a serene expression despite the strong winds. In her hands, the silver needle seemed to weave a special realm of its own.

Jiang Dali pursed his lips and shifted his gaze away.

This delicate needlework did not suit his taste at all.

Had there been someone to exchange punches with him in the sky right now, feeling the satisfying crunch of flesh-on-flesh, that would have been pure joy.

Pulling out a flask of Floral Carving wine, Jiang Dali popped open the seal and took a hearty swig.

But with a clang, the flask suddenly felt lighter as a red thread easily coiled around the Hukou of the flask and snatched it away.

"Come back!" he bellowed, his eyes wide with anger as he reached out with his palm.

A dragon’s roar thundered and instantly, a vortex of Golden Dragon Qi wrapped around the mid-air flask and sent it flying back to him.

Clang—

The red thread was tautly stretched and suddenly snapped.

Jiang Dali smugly reached out to grab the flask.

But at that moment, he felt a sharp pain and numbness at the Hukou Acupoint on his palm.

Without realizing when, a silver needle had pierced through the dragon’s silhouette and hit his acupoint, causing the power of his Great Dragon Capturing Hand to dissipate.

Two silver needles whizzed by.

One struck the left side of the flask, then the right.

The flask spun like a top in mid-air and flew back to Dongfang Bubai, landing neatly in her hand.

Dongfang Bubai looked unflappable, her hair dancing in the wind.

She tilted her head back and drank from the flask, a blush creeping onto her face from the alcohol’s warmth.

"Well, I’ll be damned! You’ve got poison in you and yet you can break through my Great Dragon Capturing Hand and fight for my wine?" Jiang Dali said, looking at the small puncture on his palm and then at Dongfang Bubai, holding the flask. His eyes were filled with shock as he truly sensed the strength of this foremost power in Hezhou.

It was just a glimpse, but it was enough for him to catch a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.

With a silent shake of her head and a smile, Dongfang Bubai’s eyes landed on Jiang Dali as she casually tossed the flask back, "Your Inner Qi is strong, yet it’s not cohesive enough. Your Cross Training Technique might be fierce, but it is not without flaws.

In my eyes, I could easily subdue you with just a silver needle at any spot on your body. That’s your biggest weakness."

As Dongfang Bubai spoke, she picked up a silver needle between two fingers and scrutinized it closely.

The gleam off the needle’s point turned so dazzling that it was blinding, as if merely looking at it would pierce and draw blood from one’s eyes.

"Ing!!!"

Jiang Dali closed his eyes, but it was as if he could still hear an "ing!" sound of the needle’s ring.

That sound, like infrasound, seemed to burst inside his head and echoed for a long time.

It was so painful it felt as if one’s head was being pierced by needles.

Needle intent!

"Enough!" Jiang Dali shouted, abruptly opening his eyes as the Golden Nine-Ring Blade on his back unsheathed with a tremble and a resounding buzz.

A fierce and evil Sword Intent erupted in an instant.

Yet once it collided with the penetrating and unyielding needle intent, even the Tiger Slaughter Saber Intent was instantly pierced and shattered.

At that very moment,

Jiang Dali felt a sharp pain on his forehead.

Yet that piercing sensation was fleeting, quickly dissipating alongside the overpowering needle intent.

A flask loomed large before his eyes.

Jiang Dali caught it with sweaty palms and turned his narrowed eyes towards Dongfang Bubai, who was still casually embroidering, and said,

"For a sip of my wine, I’ll give you a little ’wine money’ back," Dongfang Bubai said elegantly as she continued her embroidery, her voice not dissipating in the wind.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, raised the flask and took a gulp.

The pungent wine hit his throat like countless needles, exploding within his body.

In his mind, all he could think of was that one needle that broke all techniques, a horrifying realm.

Without moves!

Dongfang Bubai had no technique.

Yet with just a silver needle, she could break his Great Dragon Capturing Hand, easily pierce his Saber Intent, and make him feel like he could die at any moment.

Even though Jiang Dali knew it was an illusion.

Because at this moment, Dongfang Bubai had not recovered her full strength, and she had just used her "intention" to confuse him.

In a real battle, as long as he could withstand the realm and protect his vital points, her current weaker needles could not easily penetrate his body.

Even so, one could imagine—if Dongfang Bubai’s strength were truly restored, killing him would take just one needle.

The reason she had allowed him to feel this disparity was not to defeat him, but simply to point out his weaknesses.

To let him experience the flaws under such targeted attacks.

Jiang Dali sipped the wine, feeling as if needles were piercing through his entire body.

He felt that his once-believed strong and overpowering Horizontal Training was still not strong enough, and that there was much more room for improvement.

Thinking of this, he was not discouraged; on the contrary, his eyes shone brighter. "Before, Laozi would only enjoy exchanging blow for blow. I never paid attention to embroidery, that meticulous craft.

Now it seems my vision has been too narrow.

In the grandeur of powerful and fierce attacks, there lies the path I seek. The tiny needles’ omnipresence instills a terrifying reverence indeed."

"Hahahaha—"

Jiang Dali roared with laughter, suddenly standing up and throwing the wine back, "I offer you another flask of wine, for I want to experience the exhilaration of being pricked by the needles ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, throughout my entire body! Hahahaha— Come on! Continue drinking! Continue fighting!!"

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