Chapter 135

Having the same appearance, you must be that girl's twin brother. Your sister is protected like a rare treasure, taught by renowned masters from a young age, and fed with heavenly materials and earthly treasures, while you can only be used as bait to be sacrificed. Don't you think that's unfair? If you're willing to become my disciple, I will not only spare your life, but I will also pass on my unparalleled martial arts skills to you!

It must be said that Yuwen Dongliu's words were extremely tempting. If it weren't for the Mohist School being a better option, Si Ming might have taken the risk. But now he could only refuse. "Then you'll be disappointed. I've already become this Senior Yan's disciple. As the saying goes, a good woman doesn't marry twice, and a good disciple doesn't have two masters."

As he spoke, he secretly touched the human skin scroll in his arms. He had taken it with his Flying Dragon Cloud-Probing Hand when he was switched with another person. He had just caught a glimpse of it and saw the four words "True Scripture of Sinful Punishment" written on the scroll.

Yan Jinghong, standing to the side, was puzzled. When did he take this kid as his disciple?

But it's not appropriate to deny it right now, so let's just pretend we didn't hear it.

Yuwen Dongliu opened his eyes and said, "This matter is easy to resolve. As long as he dies, you won't have a master anymore."

His eye injuries had completely healed, and such astonishing physical regenerative ability made Yan Jinghong's heart skip a beat.

"You Mohist School are still too naive for not poisoning your hidden weapons. Do you know why I've been able to survive and thrive even after becoming the public enemy of the Aristocratic Clan? It's not because of my ruthless methods, nor because of my extraordinary cultivation at the Spirit Transformation, but because of this..." Yuwen Dongliu pointed to his head, "For humanity, nothing is more important than wisdom."

Yan Jinghong slammed his palm into his back with a loud "bang," and a spray of black blood gushed out from the bloody palm print on his chest, along with some necrotic muscle, leaving a bloody wound. However, he also successfully forced out the remaining energy in his body.

Yuwen Dongliu clapped his hands and sighed, "Impressive! Once my 'Sinful Punishment True Qi' invades the human body, it's like a bone-deep carbuncle, extremely difficult to eliminate. If it's slowly dissolved with a gentle, persistent effort, that's fine, but trying to forcibly remove it is like pulling out an arrow with barbs—it'll inevitably tear through flesh and tendons."

"There's one thing you're wrong about. The reason I chose to remain inactive earlier wasn't to wait for my companions to arrive, but to wait for the equipment from the Mohist Academy of Science of Sciences."

Yan Jinghong used his strength to stop his injuries and said solemnly, "In terms of wisdom, I am indeed inferior to you, but you are ultimately just an individual, while behind me stands a nation."

He dipped his finger in the blood from his chest and sprinkled it onto the sword case beside him, saying, "Password, the Profound Armor is still here."

"Blood test passed, password approved, activate legal armor."

A cold, mechanical sound emanated from the sword case, which then parted slightly to the sides, revealing an opening. Immediately, various implements were ejected from it, fitting onto Yan Jinghong's body like armor.

His head, shoulders, arms, chest, waist, knees, calves, and feet—vital areas and vulnerable spots—were all protected. In the blink of an eye, Yan Jinghong was wearing a simple suit of armor, which looked drab and unremarkable, except for a pair of short wings on his back that stood out.

Si Ming was stunned by this scene. "What is that? A Bronze Saint Cloth or a powered exoskeleton? Are they going to use the Pegasus Meteor Fist later?"

Yuwen Dongliu clearly recognized the item and said solemnly, "Could it be the Mohist School's Profound Armor? But it seems different from the rumors?"

His reaction made Si Ming feel like a country bumpkin from primitive society.

"This is the latest simplified, portable, mobile Heaven-Soaring Armor developed by the Mohist Academy of Science. They hope I can take this opportunity to collect combat data on Spirit Transformation- level powerhouses. Are you ready? This is the second round of the battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jinghong's wings shot out streams of colorful particles, and his figure moved like lightning, transforming into a rainbow with a long, colorful tail, as he charged towards Yuwen Dongliu.

With the assistance of the Heaven-Soaring Armor, Yan Jinghong's speed increased even further. Si Ming, who could previously only see blurry figures, could no longer see them at all. All that was visible on his retina were the rainbow lights emitted by the two wings. Even he, an Earthling who had witnessed modern technology and firearms, couldn't recognize what kind of technology was being used.

Previously, although Yan Jinghong was fast, he was only slightly faster than Yuwen Dongliu, who was able to fight and retreat at the same time. Now, however, he could only stand still, focusing all his attention on defense, and dared not move even slightly, because Yan Jinghong's speed had already put pressure on him. He could not keep up with the movements at all and could only rely on his intuition to defend against some attacks targeting vital parts.

From afar, it looked like a long, neon-colored serpent swirling around Yuwen Dongliu, tightly trapping him inside. The Sword-Ray attacks were relentless, and the Heaven-Soaring Armor not only provided a speed boost but also gave Yan Jinghong the ability to briefly float in the air, unrestricted by terrain, allowing him to launch attacks from any angle at will.

Blood splattered continuously from Yuwen Dongliu's body as he was slashed by the Sword-Ray, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds. He roared repeatedly, his fists surging like waves, but he could not hit Yan Jinghong or shake him off.

Seeing this scene, Si Ming felt that his worldview had been severely shaken.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a martial arts story? How did it turn into science fiction? I've heard that the Mohist School are skilled in mechanical arts, but this is a bit too much! It's practically black technology!"

It felt like he'd heard of a skilled shipbuilder and hired him at a high price to build a sailboat that could brave the wind and waves, only to find that the shipbuilder had built an aircraft carrier instead.

"The waters of this world are probably much deeper than I imagined!"

Just as Si Ming was shocked, the battle on the field began to change.

Yuwen Dongliu suddenly dispersed the Sin-Exterminating Divine Mutilated Body, allowing Yan Jinghong's One Sword to pierce his chest. He then activated the Sin-Exterminating Divine Mutilated Body again, making his body as strong as Vajra, his muscles taut and tightly gripping the blade.

"Finally, I've got you!"

He actually used his body as a trap, enduring Yan Jinghong's One Sword strike head-on. Although the Sword Qi severely injured his internal organs, he successfully restrained Yan Jinghong's movements, forcing the opponent to reveal himself from a height where he could not see her clearly.

"Marrow-Extracting Spirit-Tormenting Claw!"

Seizing the opportunity, Yuwen Dongliu's hands moved like lightning. With one hand, he deflected Yan Jinghong's palm, which was raised to protect his chest, while with the other hand, he swiftly thrust out, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming for Yan Jinghong's heart with lightning speed.

Despite being at a disadvantage, Yuwen Dongliu was able to create opportunities out of thin air to turn defeat into victory. His survival to this day after becoming a public enemy of the Aristocratic Clan was no fluke. His accumulated experience in fierce battles alone was enough to make him stand out among his peers.

However, Yan Jinghong was also an outstanding individual. Even after suffering a fatal blow, he remained calm and quickly channeled his inner True Qi into the Heaven-Soaring Armor on his body, activating the Guardian Edict Circuit. The armor on his chest immediately flashed with dazzling runes, condensing a layer of defensive energy barrier.

With a loud bang, the defensive energy barrier shattered, and Yan Jinghong was sent flying far away. However, he spun around and immediately recovered, landing steadily like a swallow returning to its nest. There were no signs of injury on his body, indicating that he had relied on the defensive energy barrier to block Yuwen Dongliu's Marrow-Extracting Spirit-Tormenting Claw.

However, he frowned slightly, puzzled. "Strange, it wouldn't be surprising if a defensive Earth-Subduing Armor blocked this attack, but I'm wearing a mobile Heaven-Soaring Armor, with simplified components. A defensive aura alone shouldn't be able to block an attack from a Spirit Transformation expert..."

As he was pondering, he heard a hissing noise from behind his head, the sound of a broken autonomic circuit, followed by two loud bangs. Yan Jinghong's wings were now useless.

"You've been planning to sabotage my flight thrusters from the very beginning!" Yan Jinghong's expression changed.

"I don't know anything about flight propulsion. I only know one thing: only by breaking the wings on your back can I keep up with your speed. That's why the Marrow-Extracting Spirit-Tormenting Claw doesn't use penetrating force, but rather mountain-splitting force."

As Yuwen Dongliu spoke with a sinister grin, he pulled the sword from his chest. The sound of the sharp weapon cutting through flesh was terrifying, but he remained unfazed. This was because the Sin-Exterminating Divine Mutilated Body was a martial art that required torture to cultivate, and he had experienced this kind of excruciating pain far too many times.

This was a scene Si Ming had never seen before. Even though he had the mind of an adult, he was still from a peaceful era and rarely had the opportunity to see blood. Moreover, the ruthlessness that Yuwen Dongliu displayed, showing that he didn't care about human life, made his scalp tingle, his stomach churn, and he felt a slight urge to vomit.

Yan Jinghong, being a seasoned veteran, remained unmoved and calmly stated, "Given your current injuries, even if I lose my ability to suppress your speed, victory is still assured."

Yuwen Dongliu's injuries were not only the hideous sword hole in his chest, but also the lingering Sword Qi and Sword Intent within his body, which could not be resolved in a short time.

"You're right, so I'll gamble the outcome on the next move, putting myself in a do-or-die situation. That's the mindset a martial artist who faces the world with a purpose should have!"

Yuwen Dongliu snapped the sword in his hands in two, then, ignoring the worsening of his chest injury, he circulated his inner energy, pushing his Foundation to its limit. The leaking True Qi caused the surrounding airflow to stagnate, and even the leaves on the ground were no longer affected by gravity, floating upwards in the air.

Then, he leaped into the air, raised his hands high above his head, and a violent current of air carrying countless sand and stones gathered in his palms, which were condensed into a huge meteorite by his True Qi.

Before he even made a move, the aura emanating from Yuwen Dongliu pressed down like a tangible force. Si Ming, who had no Internal Cultivation, was powerless to resist and was immediately forced to the ground.