hsntnovel Chapter 190 Skills are the fig leaf for the weak!
Chapter 190 Skills are the fig leaf for the weak!
West Slope, the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Clan Alliance.
Unlike the northern slope, which is filled with fortifications, this area retains a large number of ancient architectural styles.
With its blue bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, if it weren't for the mutated towering trees around it that seemed out of place, one would really think they had traveled back to ancient times.
There were no guards at the mountain gate.
Instead, there was a field of plum blossom stakes planted all over the ground.
Each wooden stake was carved from a mutated ironwood tree from Mount Gongga, as hard as iron, and they were arranged at varying heights, with a trap filled with sharp spikes underneath.
"Is this a show of force?"
Lu Sheng stood in front of the mountain gate, looking at the formation that was clearly meant to test his agility, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
General Poseidon did not accompany the group this time because he needed to oversee central command and coordination.
Following behind Lu Sheng was only Zhou Hai, who had a look of schadenfreude on his face.
"Kid Lu, these martial arts practitioners just love all this fancy stuff," Zhou Hai spat. "Should I just burn them all down?"
"Come on, haven't you heard of arson? You'll be locked up for life!" Lu Sheng's lips twitched. "Aren't you afraid of burning the whole forest down?"
Zhou Hai scratched his head, looking embarrassed: "Hehe, what Lu kid said is right."
Lu Sheng put his hands in his pockets and took a step forward.
"Since they don't want to open the door properly, then I'll help them... dismantle the door."
The words fell.
Lu Sheng raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.
"boom----!!!"
It's not about a single wooden stake, but about the entire land!
A terrifying force erupted instantly along the earth's veins, as if triggering a magnitude 7 earthquake.
The ground within a hundred meters ahead undulated like waves, with soil churning and rocks crumbling.
The carefully arranged plum blossom stakes all exploded and collapsed in a series of teeth-grinding "crack" sounds, forcibly filling in the traps below.
Amidst billowing smoke and dust, a wide road was forcibly carved out.
"Walk."
Lu Sheng remained calm as he walked straight towards the most magnificent martial arts hall, his feet crunching over the wood chips scattered on the ground.
Inside the lobby.
The atmosphere was heavy and somber.
The heads of the seven ancient martial arts families of Chengdu sat on either side, while in the main seat in the center sat an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a white training uniform.
His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was long and even, and there was a faint airflow slowly rotating around him, as if forming an invisible force field.
Zhang Daoxuan, leader of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance and an 8th-level Spirit Source user.
"Bang!"
The door was violently flung open by a strong gust of wind.
Lu Sheng strode in against the light.
"It seems everyone has been waiting for me." Lu Sheng's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Zhang Daoxuan. He pulled up a chair, sat down with an air of authority, and said, "Then let's stop the nonsense. I want Xipo. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"
Simple, direct, and brutal.
The faces of all the family heads present instantly turned extremely ugly.
"Young man, don't get so hot-tempered."
Zhang Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes, his turbid eyes revealing a sharp glint. His tone was unhurried: "The butcher is a barbarian who doesn't understand the rules. Killing him is fine, but our Ancient Martial Arts Alliance has been passed down for thousands of years and values harmony above all else."
"You came here and destroyed my mountain gate right away; this is not the way of a guest."
Lu Sheng smiled.
"This is the apocalypse; everyone's crawled out of piles of corpses. You expect me to be polite?"
Lu Sheng leaned forward, his dark golden vertical pupils fixed on Zhang Daoxuan: "I'm in a hurry. Either submit and join the Allied Forces, or I'll beat you until you submit."
"Arrogant!"
A burly patriarch slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Lu Sheng! Don't think you're invincible just because you killed the butcher! He was stupid, only knowing how to use brute force! My ancient martial arts are profound and extensive; don't you understand the principle of using minimal force to overcome great strength?"
Zhang Daoxuan raised his hand to stop his subordinates from getting agitated.
He stood up, slowly walked to the center of the hall, and assumed a starting stance.
The movements were fluid and natural, as if they were flowing from the clouds.
"Since young friend Lu is superstitious about power, then this old man will lend you a hand."
Zhang Daoxuan stepped out in a Tai Chi circle, and the air around him spun and accelerated, forming a visible air vortex.
[Saint-level Sequence - Martial Arts Master]
[Special Skill: Spinning Force Deflection - Can deflect 30% of received physical impact force into the ground or void, and use the force against the attacker!]
"I won't bully you," Zhang Daoxuan said calmly. "If you can force me to back down by even half a step, then this West Slope will be at your disposal."
"Half a step?"
Lu Sheng stood up, stretched his neck, and made a crisp "crack" sound.
"You know nothing about true power."
Lu Sheng didn't put on any airs.
He simply raised his right arm.
"Buzz—!!"
Dragon Claw skill activated!
Although he did not transform, the muscles in his right arm instantly tensed up, and dark golden dragon scale patterns faintly appeared under his skin.
At this moment, the basic strength of more than 20,000 jin was concentrated on the fist without reservation.
"Got it."
Lu Sheng pushed off with his feet and shot out like a cannonball.
A simple, unadorned straight punch!
A hint of disdain flashed in Zhang Daoxuan's eyes.
It really was brute force.
He made circular motions with both hands, and the vortex of air instantly became incredibly viscous, attempting to entangle Lu Sheng's fist and redirect its power to the side.
"Remove it...!"
Zhang Daoxuan gave a low shout and placed both hands on Lu Sheng's wrists.
however.
The next second, his expression changed.
That was not a simple impact.
That's an erupting volcano! Or a falling meteorite!
That force was too immense and too concentrated; it was simply beyond the reach of his "Spinning Force Deflection" technique!
"Snap!!"
The so-called air vortex, upon contact with the fist, is like a rag being rolled into a meat grinder, instantly shattering!
"What?!"
Zhang Daoxuan's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to retreat, but it was too late.
"Does a fist fear the young and strong?"
Lu Sheng's icy voice boomed in his ears.
"That's because you're too weak!"
"Bang!!!"
The fist pierced through Zhang Daoxuan's defensive stance without any resistance, slamming heavily into his chest.
Zhang Daoxuan was like a baseball that had been hit and sent flying backwards, crashing through the back wall of the hall and finally embedding himself hard in the rock wall behind the mountain!
Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the rock face, and loose rocks tumbled down.
The entire room fell silent.
Those family heads who had been so arrogant just moments before now stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.
One move?
Even Tai Chi master Zhang Daoxuan was defeated in one move?!
Is this what they call... overwhelming force with sheer power?
Lu Sheng withdrew his fist.
He turned around, looked at the group of trembling martial arts practitioners, and spoke indifferently.
"Skills are the fig leaf for the weak."
"Faced with absolute power, your fancy footwork is nothing..."
"It's nothing."
"Thump!"
One of the family heads knelt down first, followed by the second, the third...
West Slope, settled!
Just as Lu Sheng was preparing to arrange for Zhou Hai to take over the territory.
"Zheng—!!!"
A clear and resounding sword cry suddenly rose into the sky from the direction of the south slope.
Immediately afterwards, a streak of azure sword light tore through the clouds, leaving a trail in the sky that stretched for a thousand meters and lingered for a long time.
That was a provocation.
It's also a warning.
Lu Sheng looked up at the sword light, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"That's interesting."
"It seems this Taoist nun... is teaching me how to do things?"