Qiongqi Writings, a Strange Wind Sweeps over the Ridge

"It seems this general has preconceived notions and prejudices against us; the chances of forming an alliance are extremely slim..."

The woman's voice, tinged with amusement, said, "I'll have to try and eliminate one of my rivals."

The words were abruptly cut off as soon as they were spoken.

Not only were human voices cut off cleanly, but the entire forest suddenly became much quieter.

Small animals like birds were startled and stiffened, and even the rustling of leaves in the wind seemed to pause.

A figure suddenly appeared from behind a large tree.

Before Yungu could get a clear look at the person, he saw another figure emerge from behind a large tree.

In the blink of an eye, at least a dozen people emerged from behind the large trees.

Like a group of ghosts, they appeared and disappeared, rapidly approaching Yungu.

Although each figure was blurry, their height and build were very similar.

Yungu did not sense any magical artifacts or illusions.

That person seemed to rely entirely on his speed and his exceptional familiarity with the jungle environment.

Therefore, when he ran over in a zigzag pattern, more than a dozen figures appeared from between different trees.

Human vision expands with distance, and our gaze becomes more diffuse.

Generally speaking, martial arts techniques like creating clones are easier to execute in close-quarters combat.

Because of the close proximity, a person's line of sight is more concentrated, making it easier for the enemy to find their focal point and disrupt their concentration.

And even from such a distance, it can still create the effect of clones and phantoms.

This person's movements were so strange that Yungu had never seen anything like it before.

The moment he burst out of the jungle, the dozen or so figures had practically multiplied into dozens.

It was as if a large group of perfectly coordinated and incredibly agile assassins were simultaneously attacking Yungu.

These people were all empty-handed, but their figures were all blurry. When they got close, their field of vision was limited, making it even more difficult to discern their true forms.

Yungu lowered his eyes slightly, but raised the tip of his spear slightly.

If you can't tell who's real, then just assume they're all real!

A great general on the battlefield is least afraid of fighting against overwhelming odds.

Dozens of figures lunged forward, nearly engulfing Yungu in an instant.

A burst of black light erupted from the arena, instantly obliterating two figures.

Is there any black light in the world?

Perhaps that black thing wasn't actually shining; it was just so eye-catching and attention-grabbing that it created the illusion of shine.

The divine spear steals the sun's brilliance; its thunderous power is unstoppable!

That long, slender black beam, with a huge and sharp tip, danced across the sky like a black lightning bolt.

A dozen figures were cleaved in half at the waist by the black light, and the figure to the right was then vertically split.

The moment the tip of the black light struck the ground, it briefly revealed the true form of the spearhead.

Boom!!!

The immense force instantly penetrated the soil and slammed into the mountain rocks.

The rigid rock provided a satisfactory response.

Spiderweb-like cracks burst forth from the rock surface, expand, and tear upwards, causing similar cracks to appear on the soil surface as well.

The radius of the spider web exceeds fifteen meters.

At the end of the crack, at least eight streams of white-hot air, each two or three meters high, hissed out.

Eight more afterimages were destroyed.

Yungu was seven feet tall. Even holding a spear and halberd, standing in the center of the spider web, he looked like a small spider compared to the entire web.

But it was a spider forged from cold iron!

When the enemy's true form enters the spider web's range from the left rear.

Yungu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; before he even turned around, his gun had already turned around.

Only after the spearhead was already in front of the enemy did Yungu turn his body around.

The gun turns its head back first as a deterrent, then the person turns around to exert force.

This allows the spear to suddenly accelerate and increase its force again when it is only half a foot away from the enemy.

The opponent's fist suddenly struck the gun barrel from the side.

This enemy was wearing a black short-sleeved sweater and beach shorts, but he was lean, with a sallow complexion, and black beard and hair that looked like short needles that were very difficult to pierce from under the skin.

On the top of his head, there was a strange ornament, like a doll no bigger than a thumb.

Just as the spearhead was deflected, a sudden jerk spun, and the crescent-shaped halberd blade slashed down at his waist.

The enemy's left arm swung forward like a hammer, extending beyond the halberd's blade, and slammed into the spear shaft.

The Mandarin Duck Formation-Breaking Spear weighs approximately 132 jin (about 61.5 kg

This weight is indeed a bit outrageous for the average person, but it's not intentionally designed to resemble a heavy weapon.

Instead, it was to make the spearhead hard and sharp enough that the East Sea Cold Iron was used.

To make the shaft both tough and shock-absorbing, two-hundred-year-old dark bamboo strips from Mount Kongtong were used, and the shaft was bound together in multiple layers with ice silk and lacquer.

Because of the special materials, the final product unknowingly acquired this weight.

Fortunately, Yungu had joined the army as a young man and had experienced countless battles. By the time he was qualified to have the craftsmen of the Divine Machine Battalion tailor-make this precious spear for him, he could already regard the weight of more than 130 jin as nothing.

The red and black Formation-Breaking Spear, long and sharp, was as light as a feather in his hand.

The position of the spear's center of gravity is simply a matter of adjusting one or two small muscles in the web of his hand, or slightly tightening or loosening the wrist.

The moment the gun barrel was deflected, it instantly contracted and expanded.

The black spearhead created the illusion of a sudden surge of cold light as it pierced the enemy's chest.

In Yungu's hands, the Mandarin Duck Mandarin Duck Formation-Breaking Spear was like a light, agile magic wand that could be long or short, and its transformations were endless.

The strength of the gun barrel can be used to deflect the opponent's force.

The speed at which the spearhead extended and retracted was faster than Yungu's own punch.

He can stab hundreds of places all over an enemy's body in a second.

It doesn't aim to target vital points, because with the destructive power of the cold iron spearhead, even a mere graze to the outside of the calf can sever muscle fibers and allow the force to penetrate the meridians.

But the sallow-skinned, lean man used his fists to intercept and deflect all the flashing attacks.

Not only was the speed impressive, but the power in this man's punches never diminished from beginning to end; every strike was fully saturated.

Only then can we stop the iron spearhead that relies on momentum and uses its own force to dodge attacks!

In the early 17th century, Nurhaci, a local official of Jianzhou Guard in the Great Ming, rebelled against the Great Ming, seized territory, and established the Later Jin. The disasters of the Little Ice Age intensified.

While the dynasties in the Central Plains were undergoing dramatic changes, a similarly significant transformation was taking place on Borneo, in the South Sea ocean.

The trade monopoly established by the Portuguese and Spanish in Borneo was broken by the Dutch, and the clash between maritime powers was a microcosm of this conflict.

The local strongmen of Borneo also sensed an opportunity to rise. A bandit leader named "Suluduo" went from being a mountain bandit to a pirate, and was eventually recognized by the Dutch. He could be said to have dominated Borneo for thirty years.

In that era, animals like Gigantopithecus, gibbons, and rhinoceroses were commonplace in Borneo.

The unique climate has resulted in an even greater number of venomous insects.

Whether they are sorcerers or boxers, as long as the style developed locally, they all take enduring pain and poison, and transcending the physical body in their hearts as their first principle.

This has resulted in most of the local experts being extremely patient and taciturn.

Suluduo, a pirate captain known for his arrogance, tyranny, and cruelty, inherited the style of the local school of thought.

And after being chosen by the Grotto-Heaven and stepping into the Taboo, he truly achieved a transcendence of his soul and body.

His soul, condensed to the size of a thumb, sprouted from the very top of his head like a bud.

Indeed, that thing on his head that looks like an ornament is actually his condensed soul.

The soul sits atop the head, treating the physical body as a mount or puppet, but it has not been completely severed from the body.

In this state, Suluduo's perception is sharper than that of a normal boxer of the same level.

There is also a major benefit.

Normally, Taboo martial artists need to draw their vital essence into their bodies in order to transform it into the most suitable power for themselves.

With Suluduo soul above him, the essence of heaven and earth transformed into the most suitable power for him the moment it came into contact with his soul.

The transformation process is shorter, allowing him to unleash his full power every second to execute his movements and deliver punches.

"A relentless barrage of attacks, a relentless barrage, is certainly the orthodox path of martial arts, but this general..."

In the woods, a woman with brown hair, wearing a red wool coat, observed the battlefield, a slight tremor running through her mind.

"He only used about 30% of his strength to control the gun, relying on his martial arts skills to give the spearhead enough piercing power to threaten the life of a powerful enemy."

"With seventy percent of its strength remaining, the potential is endless. Even without Suluduo's secret method of transforming essence, if it really comes down to a fight to the very end, it's hard to say who has the greater stamina."

The woman smiled slightly, reached behind her waist, and pulled out a calligraphy brush.

"But the person my husband and I plotted to kill back then also had this kind of marksmanship."

She half-squatted down, touched the tip of her pen to a withered leaf on the ground, and flicked her wrist to write.

The handwriting is very small and messy; it seems that the entire character could be written with just a slight tremor of the pen tip.

Therefore, she writes very quickly.

However, when she wrote seven or eight characters, a strange sense of fluidity appeared on the ground.

The withered leaves remained in place, but the characters began to flow.

It's like an invisible river rushing down the hillside, heading towards the mountainside.

The tiny, dark incantation characters drifted downstream, rapidly spreading and enlarging on the water's surface.

The original black gradually turned into a gold color.

The golden cursive incantation, each character the size of a millstone, suddenly drifted over and crashed into the Yungu.

Yungu's expression changed slightly, and the red-lacquered spear suddenly flicked out, the end of the shaft piercing the ground.

The gun barrel can be withdrawn in an instant, destroying a spell.

As the gun barrel retracts, the gun tip extends forward again.

However, the butt of the spear should point towards the ground, while the tip should thrust forward horizontally; these two directions are not on the same straight line.

Yungu's palms changed rapidly, thrusting with its tail and stabbing with its head. After three cycles, it finally slowed down a bit and couldn't stop Suluduo's movements.

After hitting the gun barrel with another punch, Suluduo lunged to the side, his fist nearly hitting Yungu in the face.

Yungu had no choice but to retreat hastily.

Instead of giving chase, Suluduo seemed to be standing on the bank of a small river, waving his hand across the water.

One by one, the golden cursive characters that were drifting close to the ground were all swept away by him, accelerating through the air.

Yungu wielded his spear like a dragon, the spearhead churning wildly, shattering all the incoming golden characters.

The golden light was like lacquer, as if it wanted to cling to his spear, but then quickly peeled away.

Even so, each time a piece of gold paint was first applied, Yungu felt that the spear suddenly became several times heavier.

"What kind of tactic is this?"

Yungu felt a sense of foreboding; with these two working together, he feared he would have a hard time escaping.

But the woman in red on the hillside also looked surprised.

"Thunder and rain, all are the emperor's grace; the emperor's might is as solid as a mountain, and one must obey his commands without question... This man, with the air of a seasoned general, has no loyalty to the emperor in his heart?"

Just as she was about to change her writing style, a furious shout came from afar.

"The Complete Compendium of Qiongqi Writings?"

The person who spoke out was clear and cold in voice, yet it rarely carried a hint of anger.

"You are Lady of Han, Qin Hui's wife?!"

In the mountain valley, the trees are lush and green, their branches undulating like waves in the wind.

A beautiful female Daoist priestess appeared, displaying her light-footed skills as she sped across the green waves, sweeping her whisk horizontally with her left hand and suddenly drawing her sword with her right.

A beam of icy white light burst forth from the sheath, obscuring the entire figure.

In the red-clad woman's eyes, she only saw a white flash that suddenly accelerated, covering a distance of more than seventy meters in an instant, and crashing directly into her.

After the white light lengthened, its tip resembled a sword-shaped Gang Qi the size of a door panel.

Inside the Gang Qi, there was also a real, ice-white longsword.

The woman in red felt a chill creep down her spine, a coldness penetrating to her very bones. At the critical moment, she swung her brush horizontally.

A trail of ink was left in mid-air.

This stroke seemed to have squeezed out more than half of the ink from the brush, turning the pure black tip mostly white.

The sword-shaped Gang Qi collided with the ink mark.

Within the ink marks, there appeared to be many tiny characters, about the size of ants, that bounced upwards slightly before falling back into the ink marks.

Immediately, the Gang Qi cracked and shattered on the spot.

The real longsword suddenly trembled, trying to avoid the ink mark, but the tip of the sword still pierced the ink mark.

Bass!!

Chen Ying, who was holding the sword, froze on the spot. She felt as if she had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. Her blood and qi surged back, and her beautiful face turned as red as blood.

The ink marks narrowed and shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The woman in red was also jolted, and two streams of blood immediately flowed from her nose.

"Have you heard of me?"

The woman in red laughed, "You even recognize my martial arts technique? You wouldn't happen to be from the Southern Song, would you? But when Yue Fei and his group were killed, I was just going along with it; I wasn't the mastermind."

Chen Ying coldly replied, "I am not only a Song person, but also a disciple of the Golden Elixir Southern School."

"Oh, the Two Beauties of the Zhou Clan, are they your senior sisters?"

The woman in red also had blood flowing from her left ear. She said, "The world doesn't believe there are so many true female cultivators. I was just helping them out."

She suddenly touched the brush to her earlobe, and the blood and ink colors clung to the tip of the brush, creating a distinct contrast.

A bead that was half red and half black was flung towards Chen Ying.

Chen Ying neither dodged nor avoided, and opened her mouth to spit it out.

A hollow, ethereal, white pill slowly flew out, seemingly slowly, yet it struck the ink bead precisely.

At the same time, a loud bang was heard downstream.

Yungu, without anyone noticing, rushed into that huge garbage dump.

The general strides in all directions, his divine spear rising and falling in flight.

The broken refrigerator and the half-destroyed car frame were all thrown out.

The more fragile trash was shattered into fragments.

In the end, the gun tip swept across the ground, drawing a huge arc.

All the debris was swept up into a dazzling, indescribably colorful whirlwind.

The gale raged against the slope, crashing up and sweeping through the trees.

I wonder how many leaves were knocked down and how many saplings were broken.

The battlefield between the two women was also swallowed up by the strange wind.

Whether it Evil Spirit or a Daoist priest, they couldn't help but cry out in shock and anger when they were hit by the stench in the strange wind.

Instead, it was Suluduo who was left out in the wind.

For the first time since the start of the war, Suluduo roared, like a bull's bellow, accompanied by hundreds of fist shadows, rushing into the wind.

Bang!!

The phantom halberd formed by the Gang Qi, over thirty meters long, suddenly rose from the strange wind and slashed downwards with all its might.

A strange wind exploded, the air currents scattered wildly, leaving only a mess on the ground.

(End of this chapter)