Chapter 76: 076 Feng Qi’s Combat Talent_1
Chapter 76: 076 Feng Qi’s Combat Talent_1
Is this what they call being born at the finish line of others?
Duge had no words as he looked at Qiao He in the sky.
This damned simulation field, really taking unfairness to the extre, huh!
Qiao He’s hair and beard were all white, and his clothes, due to the passage of ti and the vibrations when he erged from the ground, had long since disintegrated.
Perhaps satiated with blood, he showed no signs of age. His muscles were streamlined and lustrous, solid like a sculpture crafted by an artist, neither too much nor too little.
At this mont.
Qiao He landed neatly on the courtyard wall, unobstructed.
He looked at Duge and the others with a flippant gaze, “Didn’t expect this, did you? You all tried to sche, but in the end, you just made the wedding dress for . I always thought I would have to stew underground for half a year before I could surprise you.
“Who knew you would give a surprise, releasing ahead of ti. With over a hundred years of accumulated power, peerless martial skills, what if I’m in the simulation ranking’s top ten? I’ll just tell you directly, my keyword is ‘slaughter,’ and currently, I’m ranked last in the simulation field.”
He pursed his lips and glanced over Duge and the others, “But don’t worry, that will change soon. I’ll show you what it ans to be peerless, what a true genius of this world is!”
Imdiately after.
His gaze turned to Duge: “Let’s start with you, the number one of this simulation field!”
With that said.
His figure blurred, a shadow flashed past.
The next instant, he was already standing in front of Duge, his speed barely slower than Duge’s full-on sprint.
Duge’s attributes were the best in the world.
While others saw only a blur when looking at Qiao He, he could clearly capture Qiao He’s movents.
The mont Qiao He appeared in front of him, Duge’s Golden Rosy Cloud Sword had already been raised and thrust towards Qiao He.
Qiao He flicked the Golden Rosy Cloud Sword away with a flick of his finger and, with a backhand palm, suddenly stamped it towards Duge’s chest.
With a bang!
A massive force struck, sending Duge flying back four or five ters, with a piercing pain in his chest.
Feng Zhong and Wang San retreated to either side.
One palm strike did not kill Duge, and Qiao He was sowhat surprised, “Fuck, it’s only been over a month, how could your attributes have increased so much?”
Duge looked at him, not speaking, urgently pondering a strategy.
Qiao He’s speed was almost the sa as his, and with Inner Strength boost, his power seed a bit higher.
But Qiao He’s understanding of martial arts was divine, while he had almost no ti to practice martial arts. His previously relied-upon speed was practically insignificant in the face of true martial skill.
Thus, his only chance for victory might lie in the skill ‘Backstab.’
“Good reaction, strong resilience, but unfortunately, you’re full of openings in every move,” Qiao He sized up Duge with a grin, “Once I kill you, your attributes will be mine, and there will be no one in the simulation field to rival .”
He reached back with his hand.
Previously, a longsword that had fallen in the yard suddenly flew into his palm, “You can withstand my palm strike, but can you block a sword?”
On the tower, Qiao Pingjiang and the rest seed as if they were dead, watching Qiao He below without any reaction, nor showing any intention of lifting Wang San’s speech restraint, seemingly waiting for a fight to the death between Feng Qi and Qiao He.
“Idiot.” Duge suddenly cursed at him, “There are several from the simulation’s top ten here, and you pick on , the strongest and hardest to kill. Wouldn’t it have been more certain for you to kill them first, take their attributes, and then co for ? Maybe you’d even awaken so advanced skill or sothing…”
Upon hearing this.
The expressions of those on the tower changed drastically.
Mr. Zhao cursed loudly, “Feng Qi, you son of a bitch.”
“Makes sense.” Qiao He was taken aback for a mont, then suddenly stabbed at Wang San with his sword, “I’ve long found you, with all your skeletons, to be an eyesore.”
With a clang, his longsword was blocked by Duge who had suddenly run over.
Qiao He stabbed again.
Duge blocked again.
Their longswords collided with the sound of striking iron.
Duge’s breastbone had been shattered by Qiao He’s previous blow.
But in the process of defending Wang San, his shattered breastbone rapidly healed.
Qiao He’s swordplay was exquisite, and though occasionally a strike he could not parry would land on him, as long as he was defending, his injuries would quickly heal.
With his superhuman recovery ability and by protecting his vital points with all his might, Duge managed to exchange more than a dozen moves with the skillful Qiao He. While fending off attacks, he diverted trouble elsewhere, “Killing those upstairs is fine, but it’s not okay to kill my companions.”
“Is ‘maintain’ really your keyword?” Qiao He, unable to overco his opponent for a long ti, was also getting impatient.
“If you don’t act against them now, those guys will escape,” Duge said.
Upon hearing this.
Mr. Zhao hurriedly said, “Qiao He, don’t fall for Feng Qi’s trick. Without us suppressing Wang San, you are no match for Feng Qi.”
“The one suppressing Wang San is that little girl. Just leave her, that’s enough! Offer her a spot in the simulation field in exchange for her obedience. How hard could it be?” Duge incited, hitting the other party’s weak spot.
The little girl next to Mr. Zhao twitched her eyebrows involuntarily upon hearing this.
“Feng Qi, you son of a bitch,” Mr. Zhao cursed again.
“If I’m to die, I’ll drag you down with . Why should I work hard just so you can reap the benefits?” Duge said.
“Interesting, interesting, truly worthy of being the top in the simulation field, what a sharp mind. Alright, I’ll go kill those two upstairs first,” Qiao He, listening to their argunt, suddenly put away his longsword and leaped towards the upper floors.
As the top master of the current age and versed in a hundred schools of martial arts, the height of several floors naturally posed no challenge to him.
But the instant he turned around, Duge had already thrust his sword.
Suddenly!
A Backstab with attribute enhancent, plus Qiao He being completely unguarded.
Duge’s sword easily and diagonally slid in, entering his bottom.
With a shriek of agony.
Qiao He struck out behind him with a palm, knocking Duge away.
Duge spat out blood, internally lanting a missed opportunity. If only Qiao He hadn’t flown so fast, he could have stabbed his heart from behind.
Even so, Qiao He was seriously injured, with a hole on his left buttock oozing blood profusely. Had Duge’s sword been just a tad straighter, it would have hit his vital spot.
Severe pain caused Qiao He’s face to twitch. He quickly pressed several points on the front and back of his body to stop the bleeding, furious and humiliated, he turned back and lunged at Duge: “Feng Qi, I want you dead.”
Backstabbing the number one fighter in the Martial Worlds, the greatest BOSS of the level, Duge’s injuries quickly healed, his attributes further increased, and ard with his sword, he stood together with Qiao He again, fighting while saying, “Qiao He, don’t be mad, it’s my fault, really. It’s just that when you turned around, your movent was so graceful that I couldn’t resist and stabbed reflexively. Go kill those upstairs, okay? This ti, I promise not to stab.”
“I don’t trust a damn thing you say,” the enraged Qiao He wouldn’t fall for Duge’s ruse, his sword creating an impenetrable defense. In the blink of an eye, Duge’s arms and legs were riddled with wounds.
Upstairs.
Mr. Zhao and Qiao Pingjiang suddenly fell silent.
The two had a brush with death, and they looked at Duge with complex expressions, especially Mr. Zhao. He hadn’t expected Duge’s provocation to send Qiao He upstairs to be a plot.
Thinking about it, if Qiao He were to really kill them, his attributes would skyrocket, and Feng Qi would stand even less of a chance.
It was reasonable and logical for Feng Qi not to let Qiao He succeed.
“Mr. Zhao, why don’t we let Xiaoxue release Wang San?” Qiao Pingjiang hesitated before saying, “It would be alright if Qiao He wasn’t a candidate, but under the current circumstances, if Feng Qi is killed by him, allowing him to inherit the top spot in the simulation field with a double attribute boost, we’re finished.”
“Wait a bit longer,” Mr. Zhao expressed with a hesitant look.
“Qiao He, you could just face them directly to kill them! Or you could fly diagonally! My frontal attacks aren’t fast. Kill them, and the wound on your butt from my sword will heal. Doesn’t it hurt to keep fighting like this?” Duge, hearing their conversation, continued to urge Qiao He, pressuring Mr. Zhao to release the restriction on Wang San.
“…” Qiao He.
“…” Mr. Zhao.
Qiao He was tempted.
He was ranked last in the simulation field.
And indeed, his attribute was ‘slaughter’, but since entering the simulation field, he had been sulking underground, never even killing a chicken.
He lacked derived skills and keyword attributes; his fight against Duge relied solely on Qiao He’s martial prowess and Inner Strength.
But Qiao He was only human; no matter how skilled in martial arts, a sword wound still hurt!
If he could kill soone, not only would his injuries heal, but he would also inherit their attributes – the thought was tempting…
Before Qiao He could make a move, Duge shouted again, “Brother Zhao, Qiao He already knows how to get up here. Aren’t you coming down? I can’t protect you if you stay up there. If you don’t co down, when they co to kill you, we’ll just run away. Once Qiao He kills everyone else, we’ll still be in the top ten of the simulation field.”
With just one sentence.
Mr. Zhao nearly crushed his own teeth in frustration; this Feng Qi, why must he be such a scoundrel!
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