"Great Elder! Why are you joining in the fun!"
Lei Qianjue was so anxious that he stamped his feet.
"What he is holding is a S-Rank flying knife. Add Psychic Power, it can really kill you!"
"If your old bones are flashing, how can I explain to the War God Hall!"
Testing Ground central.
Lu Anguo had already thrown aside his outer robe and was only wearing a thin training suit.
The old man twisted his neck and his bones cracked.
"Come on, little one."
Stand with your feet apart and take a steady stance.
Boom!
The cyan Astral Qi rolls up and condenses into a semicircular inverted air mask.
He was protected in the center.
Martial Saint Shield.
Li Zhengyang stood there, not in a hurry to take action, but pointed at the cyan layer Astral Qi.
"First elder, please speak clearly! If I can't hold back and I take off an old arm or leg from you, will the medical expenses be considered public or private?"
Several veterans in the observation room rolled their eyes.
The veteran general pointed at the explosion-proof glass and yelled.
"Arrogant! The great elder stood still and let him beat him, and he was still thinking about the medical expenses!"
Lu Anguo laughed angrily and slapped the shield with one hand.
"I open a 30% Blood Qi shield. If you can leave a white mark on this cover, I will personally pay you one billion and transfer it to you!"
The old man's voice was high-pitched, showing absolute confidence.
"If you can break the shield and hurt me, my life will be yours and I will never blame you!"
One billion.
Li Zhengyang's slumped stance suddenly straightened up, and his waist straightened up.
This is not a test.
It was clearly a door-to-door delivery of money.
"Okay, as you said, the overhead surveillance is recording it."
Take half a step back with your right foot, Sea of Consciousness fully open.
Buzz!
Twelve Heavenly Dipper Bladess rose in the air and lined up in a line, and the lacquered knife tips locked onto Lu Anguo a hundred meters away.
"It's interesting, come on!" Lu Anguo shouted loudly.
"Connect firmly." Li Zhengyang flicked his fingertips.
Twelve flying knives gathered in mid-air, connected end to end, and rotated at high speed.
Go!
Black lines tear apart space.
Lu Anguo originally stood with his hands behind his back, not taking it seriously at all.
Just as the flying knife approached within ten meters, the old man's expression changed drastically.
The terrifying pressure of Psychic Power made the hairs on his body stand on end.
Can't stop it!
A 30% Blood Qi shield cannot withstand this blow!
But now it's too late to mobilize all Blood Qi for reinforcement!
Click!
The sound of shattering echoed in the air.
The cyan Astral Qi cover had several small cracks from the contact points.
Then, it spread to the entire shield.
Exploded!
The flying knife was approaching Lu Anguo's face.
At the moment of life and death, Lu Anguo forcibly twisted half of his body and tilted his shoulders.
Tsk!
The flying knife grazed against his left shoulder, bringing up a string of blood beads.
The flying knives continued to attack, and all of them were smashed into the test wall behind.
All the roots were submerged, leaving only twelve deep holes.
Dead silence.
It was eerily quiet in the huge observation room.
The old man's legs were weak, and he was holding on to the window sill with both hands, barely keeping himself from collapsing to the ground.
Broken.
Martial Saint Mid-Stage's 30% shield was shattered with one blow by a twenty-year-old young man!
He even won a prize!
Lei Qianjue pinched his thigh meat hard, and he gasped in pain.
Testing Ground on.
Lu Anguo lowered his head to scan the blood stains on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and his fingertips were stained red.
He was not angry, but instead raised his head and laughed wildly.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Good! What a good Psychic Master! What a good minister Northern Frontier!"
Lu Anguo strode towards Li Zhengyang, completely ignoring the bleeding shoulder, with excitement on his face.
"Great Xia It's been a hundred years, and finally a sharp knife that can pierce the abyss has finally been released!"
Li Zhengyang raised his hand to make a false grab.
The flying knife embedded in the wall flew back and fell steadily into the box.
Close the lid.
He stretched out his right hand and rubbed his index finger back and forth with his thumb.
"Great Elder, are you okay?"
Li Zhengyang raised his eyebrows.
"If nothing happens, do you want to scan the QR code or transfer the one billion I just mentioned? I don't do credit."
Lu Anguo rolled his eyes at this behavior, and without saying a word, he lifted up Tactical Watch and started operating on the spot.
"Drip."
"Arrived, one billion yuan."
Listening to the crisp prompt tone, Li Zhengyang took back his hand with satisfaction.
Lei Qianjue pushed open the door and rushed out, hurriedly taking out the hemostatic medicine.
"Great Elder, this injury..."
"Skin trauma, you can't die."
Lu Anguo pushed away the potion and stared directly at Li Zhengyang.
"With this fighting power, if you look at the entire Great Xia, Martial Saint, no one can suppress him."
"Martial Saint or above, you have to weigh it carefully."
"There was a fight and the money was collected."
Li Zhengyang put the metal box under his arm.
"If it's okay, I'll go back to Northern Frontier. There's a lot of mess at home waiting to be cleaned up."
As soon as I turned around, a long roar suddenly erupted from above my head.
Army-Breaker Bureau Headquarters The big screen flashed crazily, and the red light covered the entire hall on the spot.
A bounty is displayed across the center of the screen.
S-Rank Emergency recruitment!
Li Zhengyang stopped and looked up at the big screen.
At the bottom of the screen, a series of heart-racing numbers appeared.
[Bounty: 10 billion Great Xia yuan (Demonic Core is not included), Army-Breaker Contribution Points: 50,000 points.]
Lu Anguo's face changed so much that he didn't even notice the knife marks on his shoulders.
Leaving Li Zhengyang behind, he ran towards the command hall.
"There's big trouble!"
Li Zhengyang didn't say a word and followed quickly.
Just kidding.
Ten billion plus fifty thousand contribution points.
If someone else robbed him of this task, he would have to slap himself for three days in a row.
The highest command hall at the headquarters.
The two commanders, Qin Zhan and Chu Xiong, are analyzing the situation above.
The conference room was so depressing that it made people breathless.
Li Zhengyang wandered in and found a chair near the door to sit down.
"Everyone is here, look at the screen." Qin Zhan pressed the Enter key.
Holographic Projection cuts out the screen.
The wasteland was filled with black mist, and more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground.
Judging from the numbers on the tactical vests, they are all members of the Army-Breaker Bureau's elite Martial Venerable.
More than a dozen people were dead, with no scratches to be found on their bodies, and their combat uniforms were clean.
The screen zooms in.
In the close-up shot, the deceased's eyes popped out and his facial features were completely distorted.
He definitely experienced extreme torture during his lifetime.
"Three hours ago, 200 kilometers outside the wall, Soul Demon Abyss outpost lost contact."
Qin Zhan knocked on the table.
"To be on the safe side, I sent two Martial Venerable reconnaissance teams to find out, and the whole army was wiped out."
Chu Xiong punched the table.
"Damn it! There's not even a single wound, it's so damn evil!"
The medical officer next to him called up the test data and reported it.
"Sir, a preliminary remote scan shows that the deceased's torso is intact and his internal organs are not damaged."
"But his brain completely collapsed, his spirit Sea of Consciousness was forcibly drained, and he was determined to be brain dead on the spot."
As soon as the words "brain death" came out, everyone present shut up.
We are all men born from a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. We are not afraid of cutting anyone. At most, one knife can change one life.
But this method of death, which involves no bloodshed and directly turning the brain into a pulp, is impossible to prevent.
"Soulfiend Race." Lu Anguo walked forward with a cane.
These three words are synonymous with disaster in the confidential files of Great Xia Military Department.
A group of special Demon-Humans, all grown by devouring the spirit and soul of Human Race Martial Warrior.
Physical attacks do very little damage to them.
But their Psychic Pierce can ignore the top Darksteel armor and directly detonate in Martial Warrior's mind.
Lei Qianjue has a dark face.
"Soul Demon Abyss has been quiet for decades, why did it suddenly riot?"
Qin Zhan called up the magnetic field heat map and pointed at the eye of the storm.
"Mental Magnetic Field's intensity is off the charts. The last band transmitted back from the outpost shows that an old monster has awakened inside."
He looked around the whole place.
"A conservative estimate is that it is a Martial Saint level Soul Demon, and there are nearly ten thousand low-level Soul Demon around it."
"Once this old thing fully recovers, a mental storm will sweep through several surrounding war zones. The frontline Martial Warrior will not be able to withstand this indiscriminate pollution, and will all become brain-dead!"
Chu Xiong unbuttoned the collar impatiently and paced back and forth.
"How to fight? These people under our command are all mortal beings who have been trained with swords and guns. It can be said that they have no mental power!"
"Even if Martial Saint goes there, there is no guarantee that we will win!"
A fat officer wiped the cold sweat from his face.
"Go to the treasure house and take out those mental armors! Let a Martial Saint take the lead and push them in slowly to kill them!"
"No!"
Lu Anguo rejected it outright.
"Mental armor cannot be used once and for all. If the armor breaks in the depths of Soul Demon Abyss, you will lose both your wife and your troops!"
There was a complete explosion in the conference room.
How to get out? How to fight?
The death of a high-quality Martial Venerable is an immeasurable loss to Great Xia.
Everyone is scratching their hair worried about this troublesome mental monster.
The quarrel nearly blew the roof off.
Li Zhengyang, who was leaning against the door, straightened up and stretched.
When Lei Qianjue turned around and wanted to find someone to discuss countermeasures.
The door was empty.
Only a door was left that was still shaking slightly.