booktalesy Chapter 77 The War Begins 6
Chapter 77 The War Begins 6
The setting sun cast a cold, sharp light on the edges of their masks.
The five forces converged simultaneously from five directions: the heaviness of the Wild Bull Fist, the sharpness of the Stone-Splitting Claw, the penetrating power of the Iron Wire Fist, the ruthlessness of the Short Knife, and the ferocity of the Iron Claw, sealing off all escape routes.
Lin Mu slammed the end of his spear into the ground, the spear drawing an arc in front of him, the spiraling force spreading out along the shaft, deflecting the five streams of neutralizing force one by one.
The sparks from the collision of the gun tip and the blade were particularly dazzling in the dim twilight.
Instead of retreating, the five men advanced, pressing forward with an even more ferocious offensive.
The wolf-headed dagger no longer aimed for vital organs, but instead stabbed directly into the waist and abdomen, the tip of the blade whistling as it scraped against the air.
The leopard's claws no longer locked the joints, but instead tore towards the throat, leaving five faint tear marks in the air.
Tiger Head's Wild Bull Fist no longer held back; every punch was delivered with full force, the wind from which shook the flags at the edge of the ring.
The five people exchanged glances.
In that instant, dark golden patterns simultaneously lit up on the bodies of the five people.
Like a thin, scorching golden mist, it seeped from the depths of every inch of their skin, carrying a chilling, primal aura.
Dark golden light mist slowly rose in the twilight, merging into a continuous expanse, making the five figures appear like demons emerging from purgatory.
The five lines are exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.
On the viewing platform, Duanmu Hong suddenly stood up.
The teacup on his lap was overturned by the hem of his robe, and the celadon lid rolled half a circle on the table, making a very light and crisp sound.
His gaze was fixed on the five identical dark gold patterns on the arena.
It is Zhulong.
Are all five masked figures descendants of the great demon Zhulong?
Lin Mu's pupils also contracted sharply.
He had seen this pattern before.
When Foxface activated his source energy on the arena, this dark golden mist appeared on his body.
In other words, all six of them came from the same great demon's bloodline.
Without waiting for the five to move first, he unleashed his sudden wind-step, tamping a large crater in the rammed earth beneath his feet. His wind-piercing spear aimed straight at the leopard's head, the tip drawing a sharp, cold line in the twilight.
Get started first!
The leopard didn't dodge.
He took the spear tip head-on with his chest, his hands gripping the shaft tightly the instant the tip pierced his shoulder sockets, his knuckles making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
The force exploded on the gun, and the spiraling force made his tiger's mouth bleed profusely, but he just wouldn't let go, and the blood seeping from between his fingers flowed down the gun shaft.
The other four attacked from four directions simultaneously.
Tiger Head's right fist slammed towards his temple, the force of the punch pressing Lin Mu's hair at his temples tightly against his scalp;
Eagle Head's left palm struck his lower back. Before the palm force even arrived, the strong wind had already caused the air membrane to slightly indent.
The wolf-head dagger stabbed towards his ribs, the cold glint of its tip flashing in the twilight.
The owl aimed straight for his back, its explosive force building up layer by layer, each punch heavier than the last.
There are no techniques, no feints, only the most primal instinct to fight.
Lin Mu discarded his gun.
He slapped the butt of the gun with his right hand, using the recoil to lift himself up. He then used the Wind Step technique to stomp through the air, his body swaying like a leaf in the wind, barely managing to slip through the gap between the four people who were surrounding him.
The moment he landed, the spear fell from mid-air and he caught it in his hand.
The spear tip pointed diagonally at the ground, and the tingling sensation in the tiger's mouth traveled up the forearm to the shoulder. Blood and qi surged in the chest, and the body tempering technique circulated wildly within the body, dispersing the remaining dark gold energy.
The five men gave him no chance to catch his breath.
They pounced again, the five Candle Dragon Origin Marks reflecting each other on the arena, the dark golden mist blending together, making the arena under the twilight flicker.
Amidst the gunfire and fists, Lin Mu constantly parried, dodged, and retreated, his heels carving deep furrows into the cracked rammed earth of the arena.
His thoughts filled a foot of space around him, like invisible tentacles, taking in every slight change in the five people's auras and absorbing them into the myriad methods of martial arts.
While struggling amidst the gunfire, he calmly observed the situation.
He soon discovered that the observation speed was several times faster than before.
When the five people activate their original energy, their energy is completely synchronized, so observing one person is equivalent to observing five people at the same time.
The same patterns, the same movement path, the same way of exerting force, only located in different parts of the body.
The booklet continued to burn in his mind, and each time the dark gold patterns of the five people lit up, it was an additional insight.
When the first segment of the original mark was copied, a very faint and weak power of the Candle Dragon flowed through his meridians, bringing a burning pain.
Immediately afterwards, the second segment of the primordial mark was also captured, and the two segments of the mark were placed side by side deep in his dantian.
On the stage, Lin Mu suddenly swayed, and his left knee buckled by half an inch.
That was a flaw he deliberately created.
With his shoulders wide open, the energy he was channeling was deliberately contracted at the Tanzhong acupoint, which looked like a sign of excessive energy consumption and insufficient blood and qi.
His breathing became deliberately heavier, his chest heaving violently, as if each breath was aggravating the injuries inside his body.
Eagle Head fell for the trick.
His right fist, wrapped in the dark gold patterns of the Candle Dragon, aimed straight at Lin Mu's left shoulder, the dark gold mist on his fist leaving a scorching tail in the twilight.
Lin Mu had been waiting for this moment.
At the same instant the eagle-headed fist struck, he suddenly turned to the side, deflecting the force of the punch while closing in. His right fist flipped out from his waist, the force of the punch condensing into a very faint and steady golden line on the fist, which solidly slammed into the eagle-headed man's face.
The eagle-head mask split in the middle, shattering into two pieces that slid off the face.
A piece of something tumbled through the air, illuminated one last time by the afterglow of the setting sun, before bouncing twice on the rammed earth of the arena.
The other piece fell silently, revealing a pale, almost transparent face underneath.
Slightly high cheekbones, extremely narrow jawline, very light eyebrows, and pupils between gray and amber.
It looks exactly like a fox mask.
It's not just similar, it's the same face.
There was a moment of silence on the stage.
The other four also stopped their attack at the same instant, a dangerous glint flashing in the owl's amber eyes.
They simultaneously removed their masks.
Five identical faces, five identical Zhulong primordial marks, five people carved from the same mold.
They spoke the same language and shared the same spirit, as if they were one body.
The next second, the original marks of the Candle Dragon on the five people suddenly lit up, no longer isolated lights fighting on their own.
The five dark golden lines seemed to come alive, intertwining and pulling each other in the air to form a flowing golden chain that tightly linked the five people together.
A savage aura, several times larger than before, suddenly descended, causing the rubble on the arena to tremble slightly.
This is no longer an attack by five people, but a ferocious beast with five bodies.
Their cooperation no longer relies on tacit understanding, but on the resonance between their fundamental imprints, forming a near-perfect complementarity.
Each attack was mutually supportive, and each defense was layered together, as if they were fighting as a single entity.
Although Lin Mu's Wind-Riding Spear was still sharp, each strike felt like piercing into a sticky swamp, with heavy resistance.
His fist was unleashed, but the golden force was shared and weakened by the combined essence marks of the five people, and could no longer cause the same damage as before.
Under the resonant suppression of these five identical marks, he could only struggle to hold on amidst the relentless attacks. His tiger's mouth split open, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his gray robe was already soaked with sweat and blood.
This battle is far more difficult than any before.