pertwk Chapter 92 Duel, You're Looking for Me?
Chapter 92 Duel, You're Looking for Me?
Chapter 92 Duel, You're Looking for Me?
"kill!"
Deep within the Daliang Mountains, a figure is battling a demonic beast.
The man was dressed in a black outfit, holding a long sword. He had a handsome face, a masculine temperament, and exuded an extremely sharp aura. His long sword transformed into a whirlwind that swept around, with astonishing power. Who else could it be but Mo Zheng?
As for his opponent, it was a thick python several meters long, with two bulging fleshy lumps on its belly, a long and majestic horn on its head, and its entire body covered with crystal scales that shimmered with purple light. It was a second-tier high-grade demon beast, the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon.
The Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon possesses immense strength and terrifying defense; even second-tier weapons struggle to injure its scales. Even more terrifying is its ability to spew poisonous mist, which is extremely toxic.
For an ordinary martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm, encountering such a demonic beast would be tantamount to suicide.
But its opponent is Mo Zheng.
With both swords unleashed simultaneously, Mo Zheng pushed his Wind Shadow Sword Technique to its limit. His entire body split into light and shadow, creating afterimages around the Purple Scaled Dragon. A whirlwind of sword light occasionally struck the giant dragon, scattering sparks.
Although it didn't cut into flesh and blood, it still caused the giant dragon excruciating pain and agony.
This, in turn, fueled its ferocity, causing it to open its mouth wide and spew out black poisonous mist.
Wherever the poisonous fog passed, vegetation withered instantly, and even the earth's dust was corroded with a hissing sound.
However, Mo Zheng's figure was too fast. The poisonous fog did not touch him at all. Instead, he had already swung his sword and arrived in front of the Purple Scaled Dragon!
good chance!
Mo Zheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his longsword moved like lightning. With a flash of silver-white sword light, the longsword pierced into the open mouth of the purple-scaled dragon!
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere instantly!
The Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon roared in pain, its entire body thrashing wildly. However, Mo Zheng's figure had already vanished without a trace, reappearing several feet away, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
This sword strike had already pierced the head of the purple-scaled dragon; it was now merely struggling in its death throes.
The monster's massive body, in its death throes of frantic struggle, repeatedly crashed into large trees, kicking up clouds of dust.
It crawled forward desperately, trying to survive, but unfortunately, as its life withered, its entire body crashed to the ground and never moved again.
Is he dead?
Mo Zheng gazed at the dragon's body lying quietly on the ground, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
Deep within the Daliang Mountains, although there are countless demonic beasts, he is no match for third-tier demonic beasts. Among these second-tier demonic beasts, the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon is already the most valuable one.
This one is already equivalent to several other second-tier demonic beasts. Even without mentioning the demonic core, its poison sac and scales alone could fetch at least ten thousand taels of silver.
He went forward to collect the materials from the demon beasts, but just as he put the demon cores into his bag, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart!
"Um?
In his telepathic perception, several purple-scaled dragons appeared around him.
No, not just a few, but more than a dozen!
From all directions, more than a dozen purple-scaled dragons rushed over and surrounded him!
Each one was no less large than the one that had just died.
"This—this could be the lair of the Purple-Scaled Dragon?!"
Mo Zheng was startled. He was handling one head with ease, but with so many heads, even he was under considerable pressure!
Without any hesitation, he drew another longsword he was carrying and, without waiting for the purple-scaled dragons to surround him from afar, rushed forward to meet them.
This is absolutely not the time to hide your strength!
With two swords in hand, two storms of sword light immediately appeared in the air, and it seemed as if they could traverse space. His figure kept flashing on the ground, and with each flash, he left a phantom image in the place where he was standing. His real figure had already appeared several feet away.
Fast, extremely fast!
In the blink of an eye, he was beside a purple-scaled dragon, and in an instant, his longsword pierced through the beast's eye!
Upon seeing this, the two purple-scaled dragons beside him immediately spewed out black poisonous mist. The deadly poison instantly covered Mo Zheng and the other purple-scaled dragon, but they missed. Mo Zheng's figure had already reappeared several feet away, his longsword covered in the blood of the purple-scaled dragon.
He didn't even glance at the two purple-scaled dragons spewing poisonous mist, but instead launched an attack on the demonic beast that was right next to him!
The sword flashed like lightning, its momentum like a raging storm!
In the blink of an eye, four purple-scaled dragons fell to the ground.
However, the other demonic dragons had already gathered around, a total of fourteen, completely surrounding him.
These are fourteen second-tier high-grade demonic beasts. Even the fourth level of the Tower of Ascension only has ten second-tier low-grade demonic beasts. The difference is huge. One demonic beast here is enough to sweep away the ten in the Tower of Ascension!
Fortunately, Mo Zheng was not using the body that was at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm, but his own body that was close to the Great Perfection of the Tendon and Bone Realm.
Fourteen purple-scaled dragons attacked frantically. Mo Zheng had already pushed the Wind Shadow Sword Technique to its limit, constantly using the Splitting Light and Shadow technique. However, there were too many demonic beasts, and these second-tier demonic beasts were extremely fast. Even though he killed three more, he was still hit several times. His blood and qi churned, and his internal organs trembled. This was only because he had second-tier inner armor protecting him; otherwise, his injuries would have been even more severe.
Suddenly, one of the purple-scaled dragons let out a long hiss, and the remaining eleven dragons all stopped.
What are they going to do?
Just as Mo Zheng was filled with doubt, all the purple-scaled dragons opened their mouths wide and spewed out poisonous mist in unison!
The black mist contained a terrifyingly potent poison, gathering into a dark cloud that swept towards Mo Zheng, completely sealing off the area. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't dodge it!
Monsters are not stupid; the stronger the monster, the higher its intelligence.
At this moment, these purple-scaled dragons displayed amazing teamwork and extremely high intelligence, forcing Mo Zheng to have nowhere to hide.
"If you won't let me hide, then I won't hide!"
Mo Zheng's expression was cold and stern. Without hesitation, he unleashed the Gale Sword Intent. Originally, he had no intention of using martial arts intent to bully these second-tier demonic beasts.
A battle that results in a complete rout loses its purpose of honing one's swordsmanship.
boom!
In an instant, Mo Zheng seemed to merge with heaven and earth, transforming into a whirlwind. A terrifying storm aura swept around him, and his martial arts intent surged towards the will of these purple-scaled dragons.
All the purple-scaled dragons lost their ability to resist the martial arts intent that only third-tier demonic beasts could contend with, and their eyes were filled with a sense of daze!
Two gusts of wind swept past, and the poisonous fog that filled the sky dissipated completely.
When the pressure of that martial arts intent disappeared and Mo Zheng's figure reappeared, both longswords he was holding were covered in blood.
One by one, the purple-scaled dragons regained consciousness and tried to continue attacking Mo Zheng. However, immense pain emanated from their eyes and gaping maws. With a series of agonizing roars that echoed across the wilderness, all the purple-scaled dragons collapsed to the ground, struggling and losing their will to live.
"call----"
Mo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began harvesting the materials from the purple-scaled dragons.
A second-tier demon core is worth at least five thousand taels of silver, but that's a low-grade demon core. A high-grade second-tier demon core would cost twenty thousand taels of silver.
Including the poison sac and scales, the value of a Purple Scaled Flood Dragon is around 40,000 taels of silver. The value may vary slightly depending on the quality, but the difference will not be too great.
There are nineteen purple-scaled dragons in this place, which means that Mo Zheng earned about six or seven hundred thousand taels of silver from this battle.
Don't be intimidated by the high price; for a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm, achieving this level is virtually impossible.
Even a single Purple Scaled Flood Dragon would be difficult to hunt down, even for a martial artist at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm. With so many of them together, there was no other way but to run away in panic.
In other words, Mo Zheng possessed martial arts intent, which could be considered as half a martial artist at the Visceral Realm, thus enabling him to kill them all.
For martial artists at the Visceral Realm, money has lost its meaning.
Second-tier demonic beasts won't even glance at them unless they attack them first; they have no use for these materials.
This is why any powerful force that dominates a state is established by martial artists at the Internal Organs Realm.
If they so desire, these demonic beasts will be transformed into wealth, allowing them to expand their power at an alarming rate.
After gathering his materials, Mo Zheng happily headed to the Treasure Shop to exchange them for silver.
He doesn't always have such good results. Second-tier demonic beasts mostly act alone, since it's very difficult for them to hunt when they gather together.
Killing so many second-tier demonic beasts, all of them top-grade, would be exhausting just to find them.
"Seven hundred and twenty thousand taels."
The disciple in charge of the Treasure Pavilion said with envy, "Senior Brother Mo Zheng, you've really struck it rich this time."
Mo Zheng smiled but didn't speak. He took out the second-tier inner armor that had been damaged by the Purple Scaled Flood Dragon and said, "I'll repair it a bit, and I'll come back to pick it up in a few days."
Having said that, he took out 20,000 taels from the banknotes and put them down.
As his strength grew, he increasingly appreciated the preciousness of the Blood Awakening Grass he had obtained from the Rejuvenation Realm.
Second-tier demonic beasts can be found everywhere, but these herbs that can help improve one's bloodline cannot be bought with money.
No wonder the headmaster wouldn't let him exchange it for contribution points back then.
No matter how many points you exchange for this, you'll lose money.
He's not even at the Visceral Realm yet, and he can already earn so much money; you can imagine the income of someone at the Visceral Realm.
For truly large families, money is practically nothing.
The Blood-Awakening Herb is so rare you can't even find it, let alone buy it with money?
On his way back to Xiaohan Peak, Mo Zheng was thinking about where to cultivate when two figures blocked his way at the foot of the mountain.
Mo Zheng looked at the two figures and couldn't help but laugh. He was about to go forward to greet them when he suddenly frowned and asked, "Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you two?"
The two were Zhao Tong and Wang Yuan, who had previously lived with Mo Zheng.
However, the two of them were in very bad condition at the moment. Wang Yuan's arm was wrapped in a white cloth and hung in a sling around his chest, clearly broken.
Zhao Tong leaned on his crutch, one leg dangling precariously from the ground, not daring to put any weight on it.
"Junior Brother Mo, we have no other choice."
"Yes, that guy surnamed Zheng has been too cruel to us, so we had no choice but to come to you."
Both of them wore bitter expressions as they slowly recounted the events of the past month to Mo Zheng.
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was darkening.
After finishing his day of cultivation, Zheng Zhijie returned from outside and slowly began to climb Xiaohan Peak.
He was reflecting on what he had gained during this period.
"Martial arts intent, how exactly can one comprehend the intent of the sword? This hurdle is far too difficult—"
Zheng Zhijie was somewhat worried. Although his swordsmanship was still progressing steadily, he was still far, far away from comprehending the essence of swordsmanship.
Even though he was very confident that he could pass the fifth level of the Tower of Ascension and reach the sixth level within the next year or two, he had no confidence at all about how to comprehend the essence of martial arts.
Between the two external skill levels, the Martial Arts Intent Realm and the Unity Realm, there seems to be a huge chasm, isolating all martial artists on the Unity Realm side, making it impossible for them to cross.
Fortunately, he wasn't the only one; in the entire martial arts hall, no other disciple was able to comprehend the essence of the art.
However, without comprehending the essence of the sword, he had no confidence in winning back Xiang Zhen.
In recent days, he has tried many ways to win back Xiang Zhen's favor, but unfortunately, the results have been disappointing. She has reverted to her old aloof and cold personality and completely ignores him.
But the more this happened, the more he longed to have her.
The contrast between the icy beauty and the fiery passion she evoked after being captured, along with the benefits she represented, captivated Zheng Zhijie.
Ok?
Suddenly, Zheng Zhijie looked up at the mountain path ahead and saw a heroic young man dressed in a black robe with a long sword at his waist blocking his way.
Upon seeing his face clearly, Zheng Zhijie suddenly raised an eyebrow and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"
Those who come are not worth arguing with.
"Zheng Zhijie, what despicable methods you used!" Mo Zheng said with a grim expression.
"Despicable, what despicable methods?"
Zheng Zhijie was somewhat confused.
"My two senior brothers, Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong, are my close friends. When they were hunting monsters in the Daliang Mountains, you repeatedly had your prey stolen from them. This time, you even broke their arms and legs. And you still won't admit it?"
Mo Zheng was filled with rage. He never expected that Zheng Zhijie would go and cause trouble for Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong.
And not just once.
In the past month, I have been targeted three or four times.
If the two hadn't been so badly injured this time that they couldn't bear it any longer and had to tell Mo Zheng, he would probably still be in the dark.
"You mean those two?" Zheng Zhijie laughed, "What, doesn't the Martial Arts Hall have a rule against fighting in the Daliang Mountains?"
He and He Kuang went hunting monsters and bumped into the two of them by chance. Hearing from He Kuang that they were Mo Zheng's friends, he took his anger out on them.
As for the number of times, it must have been trouble caused by He Kuang later.
However, the effect was quite good, and it really angered the kid.
He suddenly felt extremely happy.
Moreover, disciples are not allowed to fight within the martial arts hall. This rule does not apply to the Daliang Mountains. Even if the teacher knew about it, there was nothing he could do.
"Let's duel, according to the rules of martial arts."
Mo Zheng said in a deep voice, "If you lose the battle at the Tower of Ascension, you are not allowed to entangle with them anymore."
"A duel? You're looking for me?!"
Zheng Zhijie suddenly laughed, his laughter full of sarcasm, and said, "You don't actually think that just because you've passed the Tower of Ascension four times in a month, you can compete with me, do you?"
"Just tell me if you dare or not!"
"Of course I dare! You delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"
Zheng Zhijie said with a smile, "However, if I win, you are not allowed to take another step near Junior Sister Xiang. At the same time, the bet will be increased by another 300,000 taels of silver."
"Do you dare to answer?"