The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 115 One Against Two (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The man in black leaped two zhang high, swinging his bronze staff in a wide arc in the style of the Great Sage Splitting the Mountain, and smashed it down fiercely on Wang Wen's head.

Although there was no strange light of true qi or magic power on its body, it was filled with a majestic aura that seemed to be pressing down like a mountain and crashing down as one. The muffled sound of the bronze staff breaking through the air was as terrifying as the roar of a tiger!
The instant the man in black leaped into the air, Fang La, standing diagonally opposite Wang Wen, also sprang to his feet, charging towards Wang Wen with his halberd held upside down...

Wang Wen kicked the spear handle away and retreated, then straightened his stance with the spear. With a flick of his wrist, the twelve-foot-long, thick bamboo iron spear disappeared from their sight.

Amidst a series of whooshing sounds, several rapid clashes of metal rang out. Then, the black-clad man who had been wielding his staff like the Great Sage Splitting the Mountain was grazed by the spearhead, which passed through his body under his armpit. He was then swung around by an unparalleled brute force and slammed into Fang La, who had already rushed in front of Wang Wen.

Seeing this, Fang La didn't hesitate and swung his halberd upwards, like a batter hitting a home run, sending the black-clad man flying through the air. Although the halberd hit a human body, the sound was as loud as a bell, as if the black-clad man was not covered by flesh and blood, but by a steel ingot cast in bronze and iron.

Hearing the loud noise that clearly didn't sound like flesh and blood, Fang La didn't even glance at it. He stomped his foot heavily and swung his halberd in a wide, sweeping motion like a windmill.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The fine yet powerful clanging of metal rang out one after another. The rapidly moving spearheads swung around Fang La's face, constantly extending and retracting like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, each strike aimed directly at Fang La's vital points.

Fang La, worthy of being one of the world's top innate masters, even though his weapon and skills were inferior, still calmly wielded his halberd with his rich combat experience, blocking the spearhead that was like a venomous snake's tongue in the blink of an eye...

The spear in Wang Wen's hand was not the fine steel silver spear he usually used, but a large bamboo iron spear that he had found in a martial arts school in Hangzhou after spending more than an hour. It was probably the school owner's heirloom.

This bamboo-coated iron-core spear is twelve feet long, with the shaft being eleven feet long. It is made of high-grade composite material, with bamboo strips wrapped around an iron core and then layered with tung oil, silk, hemp rope, and other processes. The spearhead is one foot long, and the entire body is forged from wrought iron, slender like a sword. In terms of specifications, quality, and weight, it is a genuine battlefield lance, truly the Rolls-Royce of lances.

With this battlefield lance in hand, his composite spear technique, which was formed by the fusion of seven spear techniques at their peak and made him a master of spearmanship, could finally unleash its full power!
As the saying goes, "an inch longer, an inch stronger." Compared to the battlefield spear in Wang Wen's hand, Fang La's eight-foot-long halberd for foot combat was simply like a fancy spear wielded by an actor.

Ironically, the halberd, despite its seemingly imposing and powerful appearance, is notorious in actual combat as a weapon that easily defeats weak opponents, but is powerless against the strong...

However, Wang Wen was clearly not weak, and his skills were even slightly superior to Fang La's. As a result, this series of attacks left Fang La with only the ability to defend. Every time he tried to muster a breath to unleash a powerful move, he was forcibly interrupted by Wang Wen's spear, which seemed to be thrusting at the perfect moment.

If it were a martial artist with insufficient combat experience and a less composed mind, Wang Wen would have already pierced several holes in him in this short time!
Just as Wang Wen was about to forcefully open Fang La's central gate at lightning speed, another roar was heard.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a millstone the size of a tabletop hurtling towards him...

'Oh shit! '

He cursed inwardly, forced to abandon the advantage he had just gained. He stomped heavily on the ground, using the momentum to leap backward, and with a burst of inner energy, swung his spear, shattering the millstone flying towards him into pieces.

As Wang Wen leaped backward the instant he turned away, Fang La on the ground did not hesitate to once again drag his halberd and leap up. Taking advantage of Wang Wen's fierce smashing of the millstone with his spear, he swung his halberd like an axe and roared angrily: "Dragons fight in the wild!"

With a downward thrust of the halberd, a surge of fiery red power, like a surging tide, hurtled towards Wang Wen with lightning speed.

Wang Wen had no choice but to take a deep breath, twist and jerk the spear with his left hand, and thrust it forward: "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix!"

In an instant, a loud "whoosh" was heard, and a dazzling cold light flashed, tearing through the oncoming fiery red force as if splashing waves were washing away the flames, and relentlessly piercing towards Fang La behind the flames.

"clang."

"Boom."

The two landed heavily, the flames dissipated, and the halberd firmly blocked the spear.

Fang La, who remained unfazed behind the halberd, looked at Wang Wen, who was panting heavily, with undisguised amazement: "What superb spear skills!"

Just as Wang Wen was about to speak, he felt a gust of wind pressing down on his head. Without thinking, he grabbed the butt of his spear, pressed down on the halberd, took a lunge forward, and at the same time looked up and raised the butt of his spear high above his head.

"Die, Buddha!"

Amidst a furious roar, Wang Wen precisely parried the downward slash of the bronze staff, which seemed to carry immense force.

A terrifying force poured down, and Wang Wen felt his left knee buckle. His knee slammed heavily into the ground, and the powerful force, centered on his knee, poured onto the bluestone pavement, tearing open a large, fine spiderweb-like pattern.

"puff!"

The next second, Wang Wen shattered half of his mask with a mouthful of blood, which sprayed directly at Fang La.

Seeing this, Fang La didn't even blink. He twisted his halberd, the tip of the halberd brushing against the spearhead to deflect it. Grabbing the halberd with his left hand, he suddenly lunged forward, raising his free right hand high and striking Wang Wen with his palm.

The black-clad monk, who was standing on top of Wang Wen's head with his spear, saw Wang Wen spitting blood and, without hesitation, spread his legs and leaped forward again, slashing his bronze staff vertically, aiming the staff at the back of Wang Wen's head...

Playing around is one thing, but when it comes to killing, no one hesitates for even a millisecond!

Faced with this situation—a deadly predicament with wolves in front and tigers behind—Wang Wenyi dared not be careless in the slightest. He forcibly held his breath, braced his hands against the spear, and struggled to his feet: "Ahhh..."

"Stab!"

In an instant, a dazzling pale golden plasma enveloped all three people present.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, a fiery red figure and a burly, dark gold figure, seemingly cast in pure gold, stood motionless amidst the thunderous lightning.

No matter how violently the plasma surged, it seemed unable to tear apart the layer of firelight and golden skin enveloping the two of them...

However, this sudden burst of crimson lightning did manage to momentarily stun Fang La and the black-clad monk who was striking with his staff in mid-air.

This state was extremely brief, lasting less than half a second, because the Crimson Palace Thunder failed to break through their defenses and actually harm their bodies. Only a wisp of current traveled along the weapons, causing them a slight electric shock, much like how a person instinctively pulls their hand back when touching metal in winter and triggering static electricity...

But for Wang Wen, that half-second was enough!
Without him even making a move, Fang La and the black-clad monk simultaneously let out a heart-wrenching wail, both covering one eye and retreating rapidly. It was the Mother-Child Yin-Yang Needles, once again proving invaluable!

The needles used to serve Fang La were Yin needles with the attribute of breaking magic. The protective external energy of a martial artist is also a kind of energy, and naturally it is also within the scope of breaking magic. The difficulty of the silver needles in dealing with martial artists is not whether they can be pierced, but whether they can be pierced accurately. The combat intuition honed by a martial artist through countless battles is too unbeatable. Even though they are invisible to the naked eye, they can still accurately deflect the Yin needles with this intuition.

The black-clad monk was being served with Yang needles, which possessed strong offensive properties. Although the black-clad monk's martial arts skills were somewhat lacking, he had a body of steel and iron. In their first exchange, Wang Wen had managed to pierce the monk's body at least three times with his spear. With his current strength, even an inch-thick uniform steel plate should have been pierced through with a single spear thrust. However, the spear hadn't even broken through the black-clad monk's skin. Only then did Wang Wen lift the monk up and smash him towards Fang La.

Caught off guard, Wang Wen shot out one of their eyes, and they could clearly feel a steel needle piercing their brains from inside their eyeballs. In excruciating pain and terror, they both abandoned their assault and frantically waved their weapons to protect themselves while desperately circulating their inner energy and magical power, trying to force the steel needle out of their eyeballs...

Wang Wen, who controlled the Yin-Yang Mother-Child Needles with his divine sense, naturally knew what the two were thinking. How could he possibly let them have their way?

However, he was only one person and couldn't possibly chase after both of them at the same time...

So, after glancing at the indestructible and unyielding copper pea, Wang Wen picked up his spear and chased after Fang La.

Fang La, with his eyes still intact, saw him rushing towards him and felt the steel needle throbbing in his left eye. Without hesitation, he turned around and leaped into the air, trying to escape from this place!

"Where to go!"

Wang Wen concentrated his divine sense, clinging tightly to Fang La like an octopus, forcibly holding him back: "Come back here, you bastard!"

"Ah ah ah..."

Tormented by excruciating pain and terror, Fang La roared hysterically, spewing out his inner energy as if it were free. He was like a meteor engulfed in flames, desperately trying to ascend to heaven.

However, while Wang Wen's Day Wandering Yin Spirit, cultivated through the path of ghost immortals, might not be as powerful as the Celestial Master's Pure Yang Primordial Spirit in terms of magic, it surpasses the Celestial Master's Primordial Spirit in the development and utilization of divine sense.

After all, telekinesis is one of the most basic abilities of ghosts, and the existence of the Day Wandering Yin God, which can be regarded as a high-level ghost in a certain sense, naturally amplifies this ability countless times.

Therefore, no matter how desperately Fang La struggled, he still could not break through the layers of divine thoughts that Wang Wen had wrapped around him. On the contrary, because he had spent too much true energy on his body, the steel needle stuck deep inside him had pushed forward a lot. He could almost feel the cold sensation of the steel needle's sharp edge grazing his brain!

"Do you truly intend to fight me to the death?"

Terrified, he turned his head and roared hoarsely, simultaneously unleashing a desperate, all-or-nothing attack at Wang Wen, intending to force Wang Wen back and escape with a suicidal tactic: "The King of Light descends, the Holy Fire burns the heavens!"

He transformed into a fireball falling from the sky, carrying an incredibly powerful pressure as he hurtled towards Wang Wen.

Wang Wen faced the fireball directly, casually tucked his steel spear into his side, then freed his hands and swiftly rotated them in front of his chest, before thrusting them out simultaneously.

In an instant, a surge of azure light erupted between his hands, instantly solidifying into a turbulent wave that crashed fiercely onto the fireball that Fang La had transformed into.

The ultimate secret of the Nine Layers of the Vast Ocean: Boundless Ocean!
"Boom."

A deafening roar echoed through the night sky, and a magnificent purple wave of energy surged outwards like ripples, causing buildings to collapse and roof tiles to shatter like raindrops wherever it passed.

"puff."

Wang Wen's hair came undone, and his long hair danced wildly as he spat out another mouthful of blood. However, his eyes remained fixed on the fiery red figure in mid-air, which was Fang La trying to use the force of the recoil to fly into the sky and escape.

He had no choice but to clench his back teeth tightly and, despite the needle-like pain in his brain, exert all his strength.

The next second, a series of screams of agony erupted as a figure plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto the wrecked ground, halberd and all. He coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," and then collapsed to the ground...

Seeing this, Wang Wen grabbed the spear beside him and thrust it forward in a standard javelin-throwing motion.

"clang."

The spear flew out, and the figure who had just collapsed scrambled to his feet, using his hands and feet to support himself with his halberd. He roared as if his defenses had been broken, "Are you out of your mind? I'm just a day laborer who does things for money. Why are you chasing me instead of chasing that monk?"

He couldn't understand it at all. How could he be so lucky to be chosen from two options?
"Want to know?"

Wang Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a slow smile spreading across his lips and then quickly reaching his eyes: "Go down and ask the wronged souls of the ten prefectures of Jiangnan... Oh, I forgot, you can't go down there. You'll have to come back to me later!"

As he was talking, he suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, covering his face.

Fang La looked at him in confusion, completely unable to hear what he was saying.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw a dazzling bolt of lightning shoot towards him.

The speed of the thunderbolt was something even he couldn't avoid when he was at his peak, let alone now that he was severely injured and could only desperately muster the little true energy he had left to take Wang Wen's thunderbolt head-on.

"Ahhh...you're from the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain?"

he roared angrily.

Wang Wen was stunned for two seconds before angrily retorting, "You're the one who's a member of the Zhang family!"

As he spoke, he became even more determined and desperately activated the Yin Needle in Fang La's left eye.

A few seconds later, there was a "plop" sound.

In the flash of lightning, Fang La's head exploded into a trumpet flower... and the flower bloomed quite beautifully!

(End of this chapter)