Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 112 Wisdom Roots in the Six Paths, Fish Swimming in Heaven and Earth

After Chu Tianshu stormed through the Prince Yi's mansion that day, his voice, which challenged him to a duel, was so loud that it was quite different from his usual speaking voice.

Duan Zhong was far away at the time, and he didn't notice anything unusual while talking to Hai Dong.

But we don't need to distinguish by tone of voice; we can rely on the battle just now and the meaning behind Chu Tianshu's words.

Some things are now quite clear.

"You were the one who broke into the Prince Yi's residence?"

"It's reported that you went through quite a bit of trouble to kill Yuwen Tongxin and his men, yet you've made progress so quickly?"

Duan Zhong murmured, his voice not loud, more like talking to himself than asking a question.

"Yes, when I led troops into battle, and when Hai Donglai rose to fame, there was a period of rapid advancement."

"It's just that when I got older and my pace slowed down, I subconsciously didn't think that among my enemies this time, there would be someone like that."

Chu Tianshu smiled.

"Are you done reminiscing? Do you think you're too old and want me to show respect and let you make the first move?"

Chu Tianshu opened his right hand, extending an invitation.

"Alright, then please make the first move."

There were tiny halos in his eyes, expanding and contracting intermittently, and he could already sense several different soldier spirit auras emanating from Duan Zhong.

Strangely, these soldier spirits did not have that sinister and murky feeling.

If they weren't evil weapons, then they were all trained by Duan Zhong himself.

Normally, as long as a soldier's spirit hasn't dissipated, the soldier's heart and energy will be devoted to that soldier's spirit.

Trying to cultivate other soldier spirits while distracted is a thankless and exhausting task.

Even if the same person cultivates different blood-refining military techniques, the resulting military spirit will likely have similar effects.

Instead of going through so much trouble, it would be better to focus on cultivating the original soldier's spirit or trying to comprehend the moves.

In Duan Zhong's case, it's mostly because he can be sure that the newly cultivated soldier spirits have varying degrees of effectiveness.

One should not be rash with this kind of person.

Chu Tianshu's decision to let him make the first move also reflected a desire to remain calm and observe.

The moon shines alone in the sky, and the spirit banner flutters in the wind.

The cool night wind swept past the Maitreya Hall again and again, and blew wave after wave over the white-canopied coffins in the square.

Duan Zhong stood among the sparse and empty coffins, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes deep and unfathomable, and he remained silent.

Hai Donglai put his hand to his chest and reminded him, "He can affect your breathing, so don't talk to him too much."

Given Hai Donglai's state of mind, there shouldn't have been any noticeable change in his breathing during the confrontation in the main hall just now.

The moment his breathing became heavy and he revealed his weakness was purely a physical problem.

It was somewhat like the feeling he had when he was spying on military intelligence in Tibet, standing atop a high mountain, but far more serious.

What you breathe in is mostly useless airflow, not the kind of airflow that refreshes your lungs.

Chu Tianshu had also sensed something was wrong.

He had an exquisite control over his lungs, and could clearly feel the oxygen content in every breath he took decreasing rapidly.

This place used to be a place with very fresh air and a high oxygen content.

A night breeze was blowing, and the air was circulating well.

But the current situation is like the night breeze blowing in, after passing through a filter, it's all exhaust gas and there's hardly any oxygen.

The spirit of soldiers, the wisdom of the six realms, the cessation of heaven and man!

Duan Zhong suddenly smiled, lunged forward, and attacked Chu Tianshu, his left hand glowing with charcoal red light and his right hand with icy white luster.

Wisdom root in the six realms...

Human life is as cold as coal! Hungry ghosts are left to shiver in despair!
His dejected mood and sentimental demeanor just now, while not entirely fake, were at least 99% fake.

His actual age is irrelevant; his physical strength and ambition still make him a man in his prime.

Then he really is a strong, middle-aged man.

How could such a general in his prime easily succumb to the weakness of low spirits when facing his mortal enemy?

It's all just a cunning disguise by those who practice military strategy.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Duan Zhong's hands unleashed a series of afterimages, while Chu Tianshu's arms were like steel, refusing to yield an inch, engaging in a fierce battle.

Forearms crossed, palms facing each other, elbow strikes the fist...

The two engaged in a rapid exchange of attacks, each displaying a variety of techniques.

The repeated fluctuations in temperature, before even injuring Chu Tianshu's hand, had already caused the surrounding airflow to twist and sway.

The sounds of the two fighting were amplified continuously by the distorted airflow.

Boom! !

In an instant, the sounds emanating from their battle had become indistinguishable from continuous rumbling thunder.

The sounds grew louder and louder with each passing wave.

Just like Duan Zhong's rising fighting spirit and killing intent.

chap! !

Four afterimages of arms collided, twisting and turning.

Chu Tianshu's gesture suddenly changed, as if he were picking a flower. Instead of attacking the enemy, he grabbed a corner of the sleeve in the midst of the afterimage.

Breaking into the Shaolin boxing style, using the "clothes-touching fall technique"!

If it were an ordinary person, Chu Tianshu could have easily thrown them to the ground with just a flick of his wrist while holding onto the hem of their clothes.

Even now, after this shake, a seemingly soft yet resilient force covered Duan Zhong's entire right arm.

However, Duan Zhong's sleeve suddenly burst open.

Wisdom rooted in the six realms, Asura wielding weapons!
Compared to Duan Rusu's tedious steps of grabbing an object with her hands, unleashing force, and coordinating with her soldier spirit, this method is much more efficient.

Duan Zhong merely had a thought, and his sleeves flew off like a pile of shattered iron pieces.

Chu Tianshu tilted his head slightly, dodging a shard aimed at his left eye, while letting the remaining shards hit his chest and even his face. When he fought, he was always swift and meticulous, liking to dismantle and block all of his opponent's moves.

In reality, given his current physical condition of "inner saint and outer king," he could completely use the fighting style of a strongman who has undergone physical training.

At that speed, the "iron shards" shot out couldn't break through Chu Tianshu's defense at all.

Therefore, he clearly saw Duan Zhong lower his shoulders and reach out with his hand towards his waist.

choke! !

Chu Tianshu's long sword at his waist suddenly straightened, and the moment his right hand touched the hilt, he flicked the blade that was lying across his waist upwards.

Duan Zhong instantly withdrew his hand, but a small piece of skin and flesh was still cut off his right middle finger.

The sword light flashed rapidly, like more than a dozen arc-shaped white lines, all attacking Duan Zhong.

Duan Zhong's expression changed slightly, and his hand gestures changed rapidly, with palm shadows flying like fleeting butterfly wings.

He hastily used his six rings to parry the sword tip and retreated sharply.

When Chu Tianshu first made his move, he initially resembled a renowned boxing master who pursued speed and skillful changes.

Then suddenly he displayed a style of external martial arts, and now he is using a sword technique.

His style is complex and each piece is exquisite, making one wonder if his real age is actually a generation older than he appears.

However, after Chu Tianshu's fierce sword attack, he couldn't help but gasp for breath.

Instead of pursuing Duan Zhong, he retreated.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were separated by ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Chu Tianshu suddenly felt that the oxygen level was normal and took a deep breath.

He can hold his breath for a long time now, but in a low-oxygen state, he can't last long in a fierce battle with a strong opponent.

Duan Zhong's right sleeve was torn, revealing greenish, wrinkled skin on his arm, resembling the back of a lizard or the bark of an old tree.

The wisdom root of the six realms is reduced to the shell of an animal!
After activating the animal realm, the body can still maintain normal functioning even in conditions of extremely low oxygen levels.

Duan Zhong's path to becoming a beast has already been opened.

Chu Tianshu stared at his opponent, held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, and the blade hummed softly.

Five small white frosty spots appeared on the clothes around his waist, which were then melted by the heat of his body.

The chill from Duan Zhong's hands had already seeped into his clothes and penetrated his skin.

If he had been even a fraction of a second slower, that kidney would probably have already been removed.

Duan Zhong was also looking at him when suddenly he looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, singing out words.

"Chu! Tian! Shu!!"

At this moment, Duan Zhong's voice was loud and sharp, carrying extremely far, and had already lost its authenticity.

It didn't sound like a human voice, and it was hard to tell whether it was actually shouting those three words.

Chu Tianshu felt that he was calling his name.

Hai Donglai, Guan Changling, and even the blind man Cheng who had just arrived at the Maitreya Hall all felt as if they were being called by their own names.

Even Zheng Hui, whose name only has two characters, felt the same way.

In fact, Zheng Hui, due to his severe injuries, felt it the most deeply.

He was terrified and dizzy, and he felt as if three or four Chu Tianshu and five or six Duan Zhong had appeared in front of him.

It felt as if my heart had left my chest, and my soul had drifted away from my body.

Wisdom leads to the six realms of existence, where hell snatches away souls!
Hai Donglai is an outlier among the top local masters because of a congenital illness that has forced him to focus on building his physique since childhood.

When he is in good health, he has an extremely strong physique, but in terms of military spirit, he is only at the level of the Deer Chariot.

Duan Zhong, on the other hand, can be considered a truly top-tier master who conforms to the mainstream of this world.

If we use the three realms of the Blood River Chariot as an analogy...

Duan Zhong has reached the level of "a blue ox pulling a cart" in the art of blood-refining military strategy, touching upon profound wisdom of blood-refining.

It begins with the spirit of the Asura Path soldiers, combined with the essence of Buddhism.

It split into five different types of soldier spirits: celestial beings, beasts, humans, hungry ghosts, and hell beings.

The six effects complement each other, making it a flawless combination.

The song of hellish souls was not originally created to target any single enemy.

This was in response to situations where a large number of soldiers and archers surrounded and killed the enemy.

With the combination of "Heavenly Beings" and "Hell," Duan Zhong rarely had to lift a finger when dealing with ordinary soldiers.

As long as one carries the power of both types of soldier spirits, people in the area will fall into a coma.

He is now displaying this singing voice not to deal with Chu Tianshu, but to provoke himself.

It is soul-stirring and disrupts the body's normal state.

From then on, whenever Duan Zhong attacked Chu Tianshu, his body would be excited to the extreme every moment.

However, he can also draw out and detach himself from his emotions to maintain a calm and sharp fighting style.

"Chu! Tian! Shu!!"

Three words, as beautiful as a song.

The white banners fluttered rapidly, and my heart pounded.

The fluttering banner seemed to slow down suddenly.

At that moment, Duan Zhong's body "swam" out very quickly and silently.

The hot and cold air currents seemed to have compressed him from behind, while the air in front of him was extremely thin.

He thrust forward with one palm, his entire figure both natural and wondrous.

Like a fish swimming in the clouds.

That piercing hand is like a sword in the fish's mouth.

In the ethereal silence, it struck Chu Tianshu's heart.

(End of this chapter)