The Results of Three Battles

"Are you ready? Can we start the duel now?"

The leader urged him on with a stern face.

Si Ming gave a dismissive smile and said arrogantly, "Our team has already been decided. We're just waiting for you to put forward three people. Let me make this clear: we're not taking advantage of you. You can change your team all you want. The result will be the same anyway. Just finish this quickly and get out of here. Honestly, why did you have to come at lunchtime? My stomach is growling."

He Qichang turned his head with a hint of doubt. Although they had only known each other for a short time, he felt that Si Ming was not the type to say such things.

However, after a moment's thought, he gave up on pursuing the matter. It didn't really matter what Si Ming was thinking when he put on this act; anyway, this arrogant style suited his taste perfectly.

Immediately, he drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed at his opponent, and said in a provocative tone, "Farewell, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, are you still a charlatan who licks blood from the edge of a knife? Come and die quickly, I will finish you off within thirty moves."

Young people love to show off, He Qichang was no exception. If he hadn't been in the cabin when the incident happened, Murong Qing wouldn't have had the chance to make the first move.

Looking ahead and behind, always thinking of self-preservation, being overly concerned with gains and losses, and being unwilling to cause trouble—that's the mentality of an adult.

For teenagers, getting dry is the priority, of course.

Murong Qing was already familiar with Si Ming's style. Although she herself didn't resort to underhanded tactics, she wouldn't stop others from doing so. She drew her sword, assumed a standard starting stance, and said, "Please enlighten me."

This attitude of completely disregarding their opponents, even after the leader repeatedly reminded himself to remain calm, couldn't suppress the rising anger within him. He said, "Swords have no eyes; you've brought this upon yourselves. Don't blame us for being ruthless. The adult world is not something a bunch of students who haven't even graduated yet can understand."

He made a gesture, and the three who had participated in the battle stepped forward again. This was not only because the three were the strongest besides him, but also because the battle had ended so quickly that they had not wasted much energy or skill.

Si Ming glanced at the burly man standing in front of him, wearing sharkskin armor, with a scar near his eye and a fierce expression, and smiled slightly, saying, "My name is Si Ming. Please remember this name."

Upon hearing this, the burly man grinned. After all, he was just a greenhorn who had never seen the dangers of the world. Even at a time like this, he still remembered to be polite and give his name. He really had the air of a student. Let me teach him what the dirty side of the adult world is. For now, I'll just play along for the time being.

He opened his mouth and said, "My name is..."

Si Ming waved his hand to interrupt, "Forget it, I'm not interested in the names of minor characters. I wouldn't remember them even if I told them. If I were the author, I wouldn't bother naming a character like you either."

The sharkskin-skinned giant's face stiffened, his facial muscles twitching, making the scar at the corner of his eye appear even more ferocious. He suppressed his anger and said, "I'm not interested in your name either."

"Whether you're interested or not is unimportant. I'm giving you my name so you won't die with your eyes wide open. That way, when you get to the Judging Official and are asked how you died, at least you'll have a name to give, so you don't end up as a confused ghost."

"... It's decided! I won't kill you, but I'll break your arms and legs, gouge out your eyes, and let you experience a fate worse than death."

The sharkskin-skinned giant revealed his ferocious nature, as if he had transformed into a vicious beast. The murderous aura and ferocity he had accumulated over the years made the onlookers turn pale. Those who were even slightly timid would probably be so frightened that they would lose control of their bladder.

However, Si Ming was completely unaffected. The killing intent of the other party was not comparable to that of the Divine Rank Demon General, nor even to Kang Gold Dragon and Jiao Wood Jiao. The difference between the two was as great as that between a house cat and a cheetah.

Since the battle four months ago, his Jade-Clad Dharma Body seemed to have reached a critical point. His daily cultivation could no longer improve his Cultivation Body except for accumulating nuclear energy within his body. Moreover, his skin was unbearably itchy every day, and he had to bang his head against a wall or have someone hit him hard with a hammer to relieve the itch.

In order to lure his opponent into a full-scale attack during battle, he has spent a lot of time learning taunting techniques over the past few months.

He then stuck out his little finger, picked at his ear, and said in a sarcastic tone, "You only know how to fight with your mouth? Or are you just all show and no substance, all bark and no bite? Stop talking nonsense and come at me if you dare! Come at me head-on!"

The sharkskin-skinned giant was so angry his nose almost twisted. He roared and swung his hammer diagonally down at Si Ming's temple with one hand. The air exploded with a crisp sound.

This martial art is the ultimate Military School skill, "Nine Heavens Stirring Thunder Fist," which is derived from a line in a military book. "The skillful attacker moves from the highest heavens." It requires at least level seven Internal Cultivation to unleash its true power.

The sharkskin giant had once used this technique to kill a fully armored, Essence Rank Demon Beast. So, the moment he made his move, he suddenly regretted it. If he killed the opponent in one move, wouldn't he be unable to fulfill his promise to make the opponent "worse than dead"?

Si Ming remained motionless, as if he were terrified, but when the Nine Heavens Stirring Thunder Fist struck his head, it only caused him to tilt slightly by thirty degrees.

"It seems the Tiger and Wolf Death School is quite stingy with their food supplies. Their men aren't even getting enough to eat. Otherwise, why would they throw such weak punches? Or perhaps you're just trying to tickle me?"

The sharkskin giant was initially frightened when he realized his punch had been futile, but upon hearing those words, his last shred of reason vanished, and he flew into a rage, his beard bristling.

The Martial Dao Will cultivated using the "Supreme Plain Decay True Scripture" contains a mocking and stimulating spirit. Si Ming doesn't know if the scripture itself has this effect or if it is influenced by the Martial Dao Will that remained on the ice wall inside the mountain. In any case, it works, so he doesn't hesitate to use it.

The sharkskin-skinned giant grabbed Si Ming's shoulders, slammed his knee forward, striking Si Ming squarely in the abdomen, then clenched his fists and threw him upwards, frantically channeling his inner True Qi, causing his palms to crackle with electricity, with blinding arcs of light crackling across them.

"Furious Thunder Shatters the Heavens!"

With his arms outstretched horizontally, palms facing each other, he seemed to gather the energy of a hundred rivers and a thousand seas. His hands, in the posture of supporting a tower, stretched out in a line connecting the sky, like two electric dragons rushing upwards. They struck Si Ming squarely in the chest, and the thunder surged, actually piercing through his body and shooting into the sky, causing a hurricane to howl and making the passenger ship rock continuously.

The half-dead bodyguard from Yaozu Jewelry Store was horrified to see this. It turned out that when they fought earlier, the other party had not used his full strength and had at least held back 30% of his power.

The sharkskin-skinned giant landed back on the deck from mid-air, his hands behind his back, his beard fluttering in the wind, exuding an indescribable air of mastery.

The move he just made, fueled by his anger, allowed him to break through his previous limits and unleash a power that even surprised himself.

"Although I failed to keep my promise and accidentally killed you, compared to my breakthrough in cultivation, this regret is nothing. Consider it a gift in return for inspiring me to break through."

In the sky, Si Ming's "corpse" fell rapidly, its surface flashing with arcs of electricity and faintly emitting black smoke, clearly showing signs of being charred.

The onlookers gasped, and even He Qichang couldn't help but look up a few times, which allowed his opponent, who was at a disadvantage, to regain some ground. Only Murong Qing was completely unaffected and showed no concern, continuing to suppress her opponent with her beautiful Swordsmanship.

Just as the "corpse" was about to hit the ground, it suddenly sprang up and landed steadily.

"You, you're still alive!" The sharkskin-skinned giant's eyes widened, his face showing utter disbelief. "This is impossible!"

Si Ming ignored his opponent and patted his body. His outer clothes had been charred by the electric light and scattered into fragments, revealing the special bodysuit he was wearing underneath.

Then, he raised his hands above his head, crossed his arms in a "mouth" shape, then turned sideways and started doing warm-up exercises.

"Were you giving me an electrotherapy massage just now? To be honest, the power was good, but the massage strength was a little weak, so I still feel a bit unsatisfied."

After finishing his waist stretching exercises, he began to stretch his legs, completely disregarding his opponent, subtly revealing a mocking martial arts mentality.

"You, you, you... How is this possible? Even the Nine Earths Hidden Edge Body of Military School would not be able to escape unscathed after taking that attack!"

The sharkskin-skinned giant pointed a trembling finger at Si Ming, his fear overwhelming his anger, no longer influenced by his martial arts consciousness.

Seeing this, Si Ming had no choice but to abandon the idea of continuing the stimulation. He crossed his legs, spread his fingers with one hand to cover his face, and said, "Let me teach you what a real massage is."

Chapter 165 The Results of the Three Battles