The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 370 "The Greatest Truth is the Simplest"

With one punch, blood splattered across Zheng Anqi's face, like a colorful silk shop opening, with red, black, and purple blood blooming everywhere. His vision went black for a moment, and he was momentarily stunned, only instinctively raising his hand to protect his face.

But how could Li Miao let him off the hook? His fists rained down like raindrops, splashing down his head and torso, making his robes tremble and look like they were about to be torn apart!

Zheng Anqi finally regained his senses, his pupils shrank again, and he felt that he had lost half of his vision, which meant that Li Miao had probably destroyed one of his eyes.

But he had no time to feel the pain—because Li Miao had already breached his robes and was kicking him in the groin!
If that kick landed squarely, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would lose all ability to resist and be at Li Miao's mercy.

With a single palm strike to the ground, Zheng Anqi suddenly darted backward, narrowly avoiding Li Miao's kick, and then reached out and pulled at his waist!
Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

With this tug, Zheng Anqi actually tore off a corner of the robe formed from condensed true energy, held it in his hand, and when he raised it to his chest, it had already transformed into a long strip. When he held it in front of him, it had become a semi-transparent long flute that gleamed with a cold light.

"It can be used like that?"

Li Miao thought about it for a moment and then felt relieved.

Zheng Anqi attacked him with his robe, piercing his thigh directly, which means the robe can be hard or soft, and it's not surprising that it can solidify into other shapes.

This also answers another question—how did those celestial beings who used weapons fight each other in the era before the art of sexual cultivation was lost?

After all, given the forging technology of this era, very few materials could withstand the battles between the Celestial and Human Realms, and even fewer were available at the third or fourth level. It's impossible for everyone to fight by "turning fists into spears" or "turning fingers into swords," right?

Those sayings like "having a sword in one's heart" and "using a sword to transform into no sword" actually refer to the transformation of true qi into a sword.

In a flash, Li Miao caught up with Zheng Anqi, his fist aimed straight at the long flute! Zheng Anqi hadn't brought this out without a reason; the more his opponent wanted to do something, the less he could let him succeed!

Zheng Anqi, however, leisurely brought the flute to his lips, and the corner of his robe suddenly rolled up, blocking Li Miao's punch!
The next moment, Li Miao's brows suddenly furrowed.

Pain spread through my mind.

There was no sound, at least Li Miao didn't hear anything, but he clearly felt the hairs on his skin suddenly stand on end. A pain he had never experienced before instantly swept through his mind.

The unfamiliar pain caused Li Miao, a killer who used his body as a weapon, to frown for the first time during the fight.

Sound power.

The fundamental martial arts passed down by Penglai were the same martial arts that nearly wiped out the entire Emei sect in just a few breaths, and had not appeared in the martial arts world for over a thousand years!
Zheng Anqi stepped aside and continued playing silently.

He shouldn't have engaged in close combat in the first place. This invisible and intangible sonic technique, coupled with the protective robe, is the source of Yingzhou's confidence that has been passed down for thousands of years!
We'll see how you handle this!
Li Miao grinned menacingly.

"That sounds awful."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice in the ears!

When it was removed, two thin streams of blood flowed out of the ear holes on both sides, and then dried up.

"you!"

Zheng Anqi's expression turned solemn.

"You've punctured my eardrums, does that mean my sonic skills are useless?!"

Li Miao pounced on him: "What are you babbling about? Can't you see I can't hear you?!"

Although the pain from the sonic attack was still there, it had lessened considerably, and at least it could no longer cause Li Miao any irreparable damage in the short term.

Seeing Li Miao charging towards him despite the pain, Zheng Anqi had no choice but to take down his long flute and strike a major acupoint on Li Miao's arm!
Bang!
Ripples spread across Li Miao's robes, and his arm went numb, losing all feeling below his forearm. His change of move faltered slightly. In that brief moment of hesitation, Zheng Anqi's long flute had already traveled up his arm, striking all the way to his shoulder!
Li Miao moved his feet, raised his shoulder to push away the long flute, and in the turn of his body, he swept Zheng Anqi away with a leg axe. Then he flashed after him, blocked his arm, and punched him in the chest!
Bang!
A hint of joy appeared in Zheng Anqi's eyes, but Li Miao clicked his tongue.

His fists have weakened.

Although Zheng Anqi's taps did not appear to cause any injury, he had actually secretly channeled his true energy into the major acupoints, cutting off the flow of true energy in Li Miao's arm.

When true energy weakens, the threat of techniques naturally decreases significantly.

Just now, Li Miao only needed three punches to break through the magic robe, but now it will probably take four or even five punches... If he gets hit a few more times, he probably won't even be able to break through the magic robe, let alone injure Zheng Anqi.

The Yingzhou tradition has indeed been passed down to this day for a reason. The Xuanlan, Dharma Robe, Sound Skill, and Acupoint Striking form an extremely unpredictable yet complementary system, which subtly counters Li Miao's "My Fist".

Moreover, although Zheng Anqi was not as violent and unrestrained as Li Miao, he had clearly seen a lot of life and death... The psychological warfare against the emperor was not very effective for him, at least not enough to determine the outcome.

This is not an opponent that can be easily defeated by simply attacking and charging at them.

Li Miao's moves suddenly changed, from the previous unstoppable advance to a seven-attack, three-defense strategy.

Zheng Anqi noticed this immediately, and a smug smile appeared on his bloodied face.

"You really were something—"

Li Miao couldn't hear anything, but he saw Zheng Anqi's lips moving as if he were speaking. He calmly uttered four words: "Shut up, chamber pot."

"you!"

Zheng Anqi actually shut his mouth, swallowing back his sarcasm. He knew that no matter how much he said, he would only be silenced by Li Miao's use of the word "urinal."

According to An Ziyang's theory, the most vicious and effortless way to insult someone is to condense their most insecure point into two or three words, and then repeat and emphasize it infinitely—until you can easily open your mouth and utter two or three words and make their veins bulge.

For example, he called Tang He a "stupid pig," and Li Miao called Zheng Anqi a "urinal."

This is what is meant by "the greatest truths are the simplest".

As for Zheng Yi's kind of tongue-twister-like insults, which, with their ethereal and lingering quality, thoroughly humiliate the other person from head to toe, inside and out, without any punctuation, Li Miao would never bother using it; it would be beneath him.

Now, let's get back to the present.

The two have fought to this point, using every trick in the book, and have no more trump cards left.

All that remains is to react to each move and adapt to the situation.

The two were locked in combat, and the battle was no longer confined to the Heavenly Street, but gradually expanded to both sides. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the street was widened by dozens of feet, and it was still extending.

After hundreds of moves, Zheng Anqi narrowed his eyes.

Li Miao's limbs had been touched several times, reducing the power of his attacks by 30-40%, making it difficult to break through the magic robe.

Now, it's time to decide the winner!
Zheng Anqi picked up his flute, completely abandoning his defense and letting Li Miao launch a fierce attack on his robe. Instead, he poured all his remaining true energy into the sound waves, attacking Li Miao's brain with all his might!

excruciating pain.

An indescribable pain, far exceeding the pain of physical injury, appeared in Li Miao's mind. The tiny blood vessels in his eyes began to burst, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down his cheeks.

He seemed not to hear, and continued to relentlessly attack Zheng Anqi's robe.

Zheng Anqi played the long flute with all his might, his gaze fixed intently on Li Miao.

Right now, it's just a matter of who can hold out the longest.

A moment later, the robe suddenly shattered.

Zheng Anqi, however, showed a look of joy.

Li Miao had already suffered too many internal injuries, and before collapsing, he could only make one more move.

His limbs had all been struck, so this move absolutely could not kill him... He had won this fight!

Zheng Anqi put down his flute and was about to raise his palm to catch Li Miao's fist.

In that instant—his pupils shrank!

Because Li Miao directly placed his fist into his palm, interlocking their fingers to lock his hand firmly, while his other hand gripped his collar tightly.

A smile, a sinister grin.

He heard Li Miao's blood-stained whispers echoing.

Do you know how the Jianwen Emperor died?

Zheng Anqi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't know what Li Miao meant by those words, but having won over Wang Ziyi, he naturally knew that Emperor Jianwen had died in the matter of the imperial tomb!

He could also hear the dark killing intent slowly dripping from Li Miao's words.

Zheng Anqi tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't break free.

In desperation, he raised his hand and tapped Li Miao's arms several times, severing all the internal energy flowing within them—with his arms crippled, what can he do?!

But the next moment.

"Black Pole, Floating Pagoda".

Endless sword energy shot out from Li Miao's major acupoints, piercing through every inch of his body.

(End of this chapter)