The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 405 - 217: A Game Between Both Sides

Chapter 405: Chapter 217: A Game Between Both Sides

"Sir."

Shang Yi hurried over with more than fifty people and reported to Meng Wuchang, who was gazing into the distance, "Everything is ready, as per your instructions."

Meng Wuchang nodded silently, his gaze never leaving the distant villa.

He followed Ji Tang, making their way to this villa, three li away from the Divine Capital.

Clearly, this villa was one of the strongholds of the Azure Dragon Association, and Meng Wuchang was very sure of it, having destroyed many of their strongholds before.

This time, he didn’t rush in recklessly to hit them where it hurt, as he had done before.

The half-length mechanical arm, cold as ice on his right side, and the burns covering his body reminded Meng Wuchang how heavy the price of underestimating Gong Ziyu would be.

He had lost part of his arm and his unblemished skin last time; if he underestimated his opponent again, what he would lose would be his life.

"Shang Yi," Meng Wuchang called.

"Present."

"Prepare the Divine Fire Cannons. I want to level that villa to the ground."

"Yes."

The Divine Fire Cannon, a firearm developed by the Mo Sect disciples from Daqian Jixia Academy, was specifically made for the powerful gunpowder they developed. Based on fireworks that are most familiar to the general public, these dark and thick iron tubes could be said to be specially made firework launchers, and the fire bombs they contained were fireworks of tremendous power.

Once you shouldered the Divine Fire Cannon and aimed at the target, you could input True Qi to activate the Array within the cannon, causing the fire bombs to shoot out.

Then, it would be a feast of explosions.

"Arrange the formation," Shang Yi ordered.

Ten of the Six Gates’ top hands lined up, each shouldering a Divine Fire Cannon, all aimed at the villa in the distance.

"Fire."

With Shang Yi’s command, the ten front-line experts simultaneously input True Qi, activating the Array within the Divine Fire Cannons.

"Whistle—"X10

Ten fire bombs were fired at once, whistling through the air, following their trajectories and falling into the villa.

"Boom boom boom······"

A series of continuous explosions broke the tranquility of the mountains, a fierce blast of explosions filling the entire villa with smoke.

"Fire."

The front ten stepped back, the second row moved to the front, and they repeated the actions of the previous ten.

"Boom boom boom······"

Another series of deafening explosions.

"This TMD is just like an RPG," Qing Yu, who was watching from the mountaintop with the "Heavenly Son’s Qi Observation Skill," commented.

As Meng Wuchang had predicted, Qing Yu was indeed blatantly luring him over.

Both Qing Yu and Meng Wuchang were keen on killing each other quickly. Meng Wuchang harbored hate from being mutilated and disfigured, while Qing Yu feared Meng Wuchang, that venomous snake, might come out of the shadows and disrupt his plans.

Both sides tacitly chose to use this very simple lure to ultimately face life and death.

However, Qing Yu didn’t expect that the other side would use the gunpowder sold to them against him.

What was even more unexpected was that someone had developed an Otherworld version of an RPG.

"Well, that’s quite novel," Qing Yu remarked.

One should say the weapon’s designer had a similar stroke of brilliance; that within this Otherworld, they managed to recreate an RPG, a thing both novel and nostalgic.

"But that was all there was to it."

Just as Qing Yu had never considered using gunpowder to kill Martial Artists above the Divine Origin Realm, those capable of sensing life-and-death crises in the Divine Origin Realm would not rush into a gunpowder ambush unless absolutely necessary.

And this Otherworld version of an RPG was even less effective against those in the Divine Origin Realm.

Such an obvious bomb would likely be detonated mid-air before it even hit the ground.

The resulting blast wave might harm Martial Artists in the Innate Realm, but it had little effect on those in the Divine Origin Realm.

Today, Meng Wuchang used the Divine Fire Cannon to bombard the mountain villa, partially to take the enemy by surprise with his spiritual power coverage, but more so to clear the lesser troops and handle the fearless assassins of the Azure Dragon Association first.

After all, the Azure Dragon Association’s assassins were world-renowned for their approach of trading life for life at the slightest disagreement, possibly the only group in the world to do so.

Of course, Meng Wuchang didn’t rule out the possibility of irking Qing Yu in the process.

"Sir, the bombardment is complete. Shall we move in?" Shang Yi said eagerly.

Although he always feared his superior’s ruthlessness, accompanying him in destroying the Azure Dragon Association still excited him.

The Six Gates had always targeted the Azure Dragon Association in secret; participating in this action, Shang Yi could foresee rewards from above.

Perhaps, he could even leverage this merit to transfer away from the tumultuous Divine Capital.

"No need, they have already come," Meng Wuchang said indifferently, maintaining his distant gaze.

In the woods on either side, figures began to emerge—some in black, some in blood-colored clothes, and some with iron masks over black attire.

Countless eyes brimming with killing intent fixed on these people from the Six Gates.

"So many people still."

Meng Wuchang slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over those in the forest with chilling killing intent.

"Shang Yi, release the Black Spirit Rain."

"Yes, sir."

Shang Yi raised his hand above his head and made several hand signals towards a distant point.

Above the sky, a misty fine rain began to gently fall.

The rain was black, a harbinger of death.

The endless ’Black Spirit Rain’ dispersed upon touching the ground, turning into black poison smoke that slowly filled the entire mountain forest.

Aside from the Six Gates members who had taken the antidote in advance, any assassin of the Azure Dragon Association who smelled it fell immediately, dying within two or three breaths.

Even those who practiced the Transformation Technique of Ding Chunqiu, the Star Constellation Old Monster, were no exception. The toxicity of the ’Black Spirit Rain’ far exceeded the neutralizing capacity of the Transformation Technique.

Those who cultivated the Transformation Technique merely lived a few breaths longer.

"Anybody else?" Qing Yu asked nonchalantly, unconcerned with the losses among his subordinates, and looked in the direction of Shang Yi’s hand signals, only to see that quite a few other operatives were still ambushing within the forest.

Meng Wuchang had come prepared. Although he prided himself on his martial force, he had not underestimated Qing Yu. A man who had been burnt once tended to have an especially good memory.

"However, this also reveals a problem..." A smile curled on Qing Yu’s lips, "My guess was not wrong. Meng Wuchang, this Fake True Pill Realm Martial Artist, has not reached the point where he can ignore Martial Artists below the True Pill Realm like a true True Pill Realm Martial Artist can.

His qualitative change cannot overcome the quantitative change in numbers."

Since the time when Meng Wuchang’s hand was blown off by the gathered gunpowder, Qing Yu had spotted Meng Wuchang’s weakness.

No matter how grand the quantity of gunpowder, the explosion was still too dispersed, not as condensed as True Qi barrier of a True Pill Realm Martial Artist.

If Meng Wuchang could be injured by accumulated gunpowder, then he could be harmed by a concentrated force of Martial Artists.

Of course, the standard for this harm was a killing force that could reach the Divine Origin Realm.

And while Qing Yu did not have any Divine Origin Realm assassins at his disposal, he certainly had plenty of killing power at that level.