The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 409 - 221 This time, I won.

Chapter 409: Chapter 221 This time, I won.

In the ravaged forest, a large crater with a diameter of thirty feet suddenly appeared before one’s eyes.

Meng Wuchang was half-kneeling inside the crater, with the shattered Absolute Origin Shield fallen on the ground, covered in fresh blood.

The Absolute Origin Shield, crafted by the Mo Family of Jixia Academy, resembled more of a spherical object than a shield. Once fully deployed, it could cover more than half of the user’s body beneath it.

As the name suggests, the Absolute Origin Shield was excellent in defending against True Qi, and although thin, it was extremely tough, capable of withstanding immense impact.

It was due to this Absolute Origin Shield that Meng Wuchang survived the explosion of the tremendously enhanced Heavenly Endless Treasure.

However, although he survived, Meng Wuchang’s condition was extremely grim.

His left arm was twisted beyond recognition, rendering it completely useless, wounds were visible all over his body, blood was flowing everywhere, and his breath had weakened to its lowest ebb.

And that wasn’t the worst part.

Meng Wuchang still had an enemy.

Suddenly, a streak of moonlight appeared, swift and fierce.

Divine Blade Slash.

Qing Yu had arrived.

At the moment when Meng Wuchang was utterly exhausted, he decisively struck, slicing at Meng Wuchang’s face.

Even in such a hasty moment, Qing Yu still accurately hit the center of Meng Wuchang’s face with a split...

But it did not divide.

A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower struck Meng Wuchang’s skull, but was momentarily blocked by his incredibly tough bones.

That moment caused the fluid "Divine Blade Slash" to falter, disrupting the Sword Force.

’Has the combination of Three Elements even greatly enhanced his physical strength?’

Although Qing Yu’s "Divine Blade Slash" was not yet mastered, under the empowerment of A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower, even a Body Refining Martial Artist of the Divine Origin Realm would be split in two, dead beyond death.

Yet, this fatal strike met its Waterloo on the grievously injured Meng Wuchang.

"Divine Blade Slash" is a calculated sword technique, a stroke that considers location, timing, power, and speed, a perfect stroke.

But after being blocked momentarily by Meng Wuchang’s tough facial bone, what was a perfect stroke became imperfect, and Meng Wuchang seized the gap.

"Zi—"

Meng Wuchang’s mechanical arm grabbed A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower, and the noise from their friction was short and sharply piercing.

"I finally see you, Gong Ziyu!" A deep and peculiar voice emanated from Meng Wuchang’s belly, filled with hatred so deep that not even the Three Rivers and Five Seas could cleanse it.

Meng Wuchang’s entire face was struck by A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower, with the curve of the blade still stuck on his face, splitting his mouth in two; naturally, he couldn’t speak with his mouth.

But true to his reputation as "The Changeable" Meng Wuchang, he could also throw his voice, possessing talents beyond even Qing Yu’s imagination.

"You call me Gong Ziyu?"

Beneath the bronze mask, the eyes revealed a hint of mockery as Qing Yu spoke in an inexplicably mocking tone, "It seems, Lu Qifeng hasn’t told you my real identity!"

This mockery inexplicably irritated Meng Wuchang, and he couldn’t help but ask, "Meng De, do you think that by wearing a mask, I don’t know your true self?"

"Meng De? This identity was crafted by your Six Gates! Divine Catcher Meng, you really are just a pawn. Listen well, my true name is..."

For some reason, Meng Wuchang’s heart yearned to hear the opponent’s true name. Even though his opponent’s blade was still stuck in his face, he couldn’t curb his curiosity.

’Now is the moment!’

The originally silent Power of Thought suddenly erupted, and the Pupil Skill "Chaotic God" burst forth, causing the heavily injured Meng Wuchang to stagger mentally.

This delay was exactly the fierce suppression executed by "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower."

"Ah—"

Pain momentarily dazed Meng Wuchang, but he instantly regained clarity. He couldn’t help but push "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower" forcefully away. His body leaned forward, his lips split in two as he lunged at Qing Yu’s throat.

"Boom—"

The sound of a great bell ringing resonated. The Golden Bell manifested outside Qing Yu, and Meng Wuchang’s teeth harshly clattered against it, causing it to tremble violently for a moment.

Despite his serious injuries, Meng Wuchang still displayed a power that made onlookers take notice. With just his teeth and the severely depleted True Qi, he caused the protective Golden Bell to tremble.

However, since he hadn’t bitten through the Golden Bell, he could only wait for the bell’s rebounding force.

"Boom—"

A sudden rebound swept forth, causing Meng Wuchang’s white teeth to fly out, the cuts on his face to expand further, and blood to splatter.

"Gong Ziyu—"

This was the vengeful cry he wanted to shout even at the cost of his life.

"Die!"

Qing Yu unemotionally exerted strength, pulling "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower" back from the Mechanical Hand. He observed all related data through the Heavenly Son’s Qi Observation Skill and struck with his sword.

The crescent moon curved, and Moonlight appeared once again in broad daylight, falling upon Meng Wuchang’s face.

Although Meng Wuchang was disoriented and filled with hatred, the instinct to survive still prompted him to block the blade with his mechanical hand.

However, strangely enough, the curved Moonlight bypassed the mechanical arm and precisely slashed the previous mark on Meng Wuchang’s face.

This time, "A Night of Spring Rain in a Small Tower" flowed unimpeded. The bone that had blocked it before was severed by the subsequent force of the blade, and the scimitar followed the mark, decisively splitting him in two.

This time, although there were obstacles, the blade light still flashed across Meng Wuchang in a few breaths.

"Gongzi..." Meng Wuchang wanted to say something.

"Divine Catcher Meng, may your journey be peaceful."

Qing Yu turned away, his sleeve generating a gust of wind that brushed over Meng Wuchang, stirring the forcefully suppressed Blade Energy.

"..."

Meng Wuchang, half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly split into two halves. His two mouths continued to move, but he could no longer speak.

He had died.

In this life-and-death struggle with Qing Yu, Meng Wuchang had ultimately made a fatal misstep and died under Qing Yu’s series of calculated moves.

"This game, in the end, is won by me, Lu Qifeng."

Qing Yu looked up toward the direction of the Daqian Capital at Heavenly Capital, muttering to himself.

In the fight with Meng Wuchang, although it seemed that the main enemy was him, Qing Yu’s real opponent was still Lu Qifeng, far away in Heavenly Capital.

By killing Meng Wuchang, Lu Qifeng would temporarily retract his claws, no longer continuing to hinder Qing Yu’s growth.

Unless Lu Qifeng could produce another resigned Divine Constable, Shadow Pavilion would naturally handle the subsequent issues for Qing Yu.

Being able to kill Meng Wuchang would likely make Shadow King pay even more attention to Qing Yu—perhaps the next round of investment was on its way.

"Since that time in Yang City when you caught me, I have finally won once, Lu Qifeng. I look forward to our next meeting, by which time, I hope you can still hold the same confidence over me."

Qing Yu stepped over the fallen trees all around, activated Wood Thunderclap, and turned the surrounding forest into an exploding sea of fire.

"White Phoenix, let’s go."

The whooshing sound was heard as the large white bird descended, carrying Qing Yu away from the mountain forest that had transformed into a sea of fire.