Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 366 - 299~300: Guiding Feng Qingyang, Talking and Laughing with Feng Yun Courageously (Added 16 for monthly ticket)_3

Chapter 366: 299~300: Guiding Feng Qingyang, Talking and Laughing with Feng Yun Courageously (Added 16 for monthly ticket)_3

At the same time, all the players from Hua Mountain realized one thing at this moment, and that was to never encounter Black Wind Village Chief in the Martial World.

Whenever they heard news of where the Black Wind Village Chief was spotted, they must immediately avoid him, otherwise, they would have to fight to the death or be noted as offenders by their sects.

"Grandmaster,"

In the valley of the sheer cliffs, Ling Hu Chong and Ren Yingying had descended the cliff and dashed to Feng Qingyang’s side. Ling Hu Chong, in utter astonishment, asked, "Grandmaster, did you just exchange blows with the Black Wind Village Chief?"

Feng Qingyang raised both his palms and said, "Indeed, Chong’er, this Black Wind Village Chief is truly no ordinary individual, and he has become much stronger than when you first crossed swords with him."

At the sight of Feng Qingyang’s two palms, Ling Hu Chong’s face subtly changed.

One palm’s skin appeared as though it had been scalded with boiling oil, bearing blisters and red marks.

The other palm looked as though it had suffered frostbite, with two cracks on the skin.

Although these were merely external injuries, in Ling Hu Chong’s mind, anyone who could injure his Grandmaster was already considered a supreme individual.

Ren Yingying, standing nearby, was equally shocked. She gasped coolly and spoke in a strange dialect, "Brother Chong, looking at this, it seems even more difficult to rescue Sect Leader Yue. Perhaps it’s better to just give up."

Ling Hu Chong’s expression slightly changed.

Feng Qingyang sighed and said, "This man has a vigorous Blood Qi, his Cross Training is exquisite, and his Inner Strength is astonishingly unique, accompanied by Exotic Birds. Even if I give it my all, I’m not sure I can keep him. And he’s not wrong, I indeed have to make a choice now."

"Grandmaster, what choice do you have to make?" asked Ling Hu Chong, shocked.

Feng Qingyang looked up at the mountains above, with hands behind his back, and spoke solemnly, "Never—say—the sun sets late, for the sky is still full of twilight; twilight will not alter Lingyun’s ambition, to have a loyal heart toward the morning sun."

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"One steps into the Martial World and time urges on; I wonder if Feng Qingyang can ever take that final step? Hahaha, maybe he will just drop dead, after all, he’s too old.

If he dies, then I would have bullied a Hua Mountain Grandmaster to death with a single sentence; I wonder if that counts as an achievement?"

On the back of Demon Hawk, Jiang Dali sat on a chair, drinking heavily with a relaxed and proud look.

Beside him, Kou Zhong, filled with confusion, asked, "Does that mean that Senior Feng must die if he fails to break through?"

After saying that and seeing Jiang Dali drinking indifferently without bothering to answer, Kou Zhong inwardly cursed but couldn’t help approaching from the angle of flattering Jiang Dali, "Isn’t Senior Feng reputed to be extremely powerful in the Martial World? Hehe, yet he is no match for you, Chief. It seems the Dugu Nine Swords isn’t so formidable after all."

"Hmph, he isn’t incredibly formidable, but he could easily kill you."

Jiang Dali exhaled a breath of alcohol vapors and smiled while his eyes sparkled, "After all, he’s the kind of person who can handle a seemingly light wooden sword with the effort of lifting something heavy, much fiercer than what the rumors in the Martial World suggest. You must understand, that wooden sword weighs only two to three taels, yet in his hands, it can deliver the force of several hundred, even a thousand jin. The difficulty in that, laymen can’t understand."

"So what? Still, wasn’t it broken by your single sword strike?" Kou Zhong disparaged.

Jiang Dali shook his head, "I only relied on the advantage of Weapons and my brute strength. He just released eight swords to break my one strike, among which three were light and five were heavy.

These eight different types of forces and ’Sword Intent’, involving the adept transition between lifting light as if heavy and lifting heavy as if light, caused my originally impeccable Sword Force to fail to withstand the rapid change and thus it was broken; this is the peak Skill of using finesse to defeat brute force."

Kou Zhong asked curiously, "So you mean if the duel continued, or if the old man had switched to an Iron Sword, then you, Chief, would undoubtedly lose?"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, full of confidence, "It’s not that simple. Martial Arts practice is all about the heart; if the heart is not strong, one’s Martial Arts won’t be powerful and thorough either. Feng Qingyang has complex emotions within him, regardless of the sword he uses, he cannot break his own inner conflict, so he can’t kill me."

"Is that what you meant by his hesitance? Is that his fault? Were you reminding him to correct his mistake earlier?"

Jiang Dali took another heavy drink, his expression stern, "Everyone has faults, but correcting them requires courage.

This kind of courage might be the courage to face life and death.

To know that correcting errors might lead to death, yet still choosing to correct them, this kind of courage is truly priceless."

"Courage?!"

Kou Zhong’s expression intensified, his heart thumping—he now seemed to need courage as well.

But the thought of Xu Ziling caused this courage to falter again, inevitably sighing at the prowess of the Black Wind Village Chief.

If they caught one of the Shuanglong, it meant catching both, restraining the courage of either one;

So talking about courage,

Was, after all, not so simple.

Wind and clouds shifted constantly.

Kou Zhong, feeling irritated by the scent of the wine nearby, suddenly burst out with courage and loudly reached towards the wine jar in Jiang Dali’s hand, shouting,

"I now have the courage to steal your wine to drink!"

Snap!—

A hefty slap fiercely struck Kou Zhong’s head, nearly causing him to fall off Demon Hawk’s back. Barely stabilizing himself, he heard Jiang Dali leisurely drinking and saying.

"What nonsense are you thinking? I give you drink; you’ll have a drink. I don’t give you drink; even with your courage, you’ll have to drink the northwest wind!"

Kou Zhong, fueled by rage, attempted another grab!

In a whooshing sound.

The wine jar was forcefully thrown into the wind.

He raised his hand to catch it only to feel the jar as heavy as a thousand jin, terrifyingly so. Just as he thought of dodging, he suddenly remembered the word "courage," and couldn’t help but shout as he filled his palms with True Qi, fiercely catching it.

Snap!!—

The jar shattered on impact, drenching Kou Zhong head to toe with wine, making him look like a thoroughly soaked rooster.

"Hahahaha—what a courageous wine catcher."

Jiang Dali laughed loudly, his palms repeatedly striking the armrest of his chair, making Demon Hawk tremble and emit a displeased squawk...

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(Ah, nearly 9 thousand words today, seeking monthly recommendation tickets! Monthly quota is almost fulfilled, we’ll see if I can write another Chapter early in the morning.)

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