Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 98 The Battlefield Where Blood Collapses
"I've figured out two moves."

Cheng the blind man raised two fingers and then pulled his middle finger back.

"But one of these moves is not very convenient to use. If you're interested, I can only show you the other one."

Chu Tianshu laughed and said, "Sure, do you want me to spar with you?"

"unnecessary."

Cheng the Blind said, "At the moment of enlightenment, I must have been with the sword spirit, and I will unleash an unprecedentedly powerful move."

"However, once I have mastered the move, I can still use the essence of that move even without a knife in my hand."

He finished his drink, then held the bottle up in front of him with his left thumb and forefinger, swaying slightly.

Thump!

Cheng the Blind Man flicked the bottom of the bottle with his right hand, making a dull thud, and then flicked the side of the bottle three times.

Each of the three impacts, occurring at different points, produces a clearer and sharper sound than the previous one.

Chu Tianshu noticed something subtle and stared intently at the bottle, noticing it trembling slightly in a way that was difficult for an ordinary person to perceive.

Cheng the Blind Man also listened intently, seemingly trying to find the right angle, and suddenly blew out a puff of air.

boom! !

The lower half of the black porcelain bottle shattered on the spot.

Fine particles flew everywhere, and a few, no bigger than mung beans, stuck to the blind man's face.

Chu Tianshu was deeply moved.

He could see clearly that although the blind man's breath was like a blowgun, what he actually exhaled was just a stream of air.

With a single breath, nearly two feet away, he shattered the thick-bottomed liquor bottle.

Even with the strength of Chu Tianshu's internal organs, he probably couldn't do it.

When Cheng the Blind Man blew that breath just now, he did it with ease.

The key point is definitely not the intensity of the airflow.

Chu Tianshu pondered for a moment: "Is it because of your several finger flicks, and... the landing point of that breath of air?"

"Correct."

The blind man said, "This is the move I've mastered, the Loulan Slash!"

During the Western Han Dynasty, the kingdoms of Loulan and other states in the Western Regions frequently colluded with the Xiongnu to abduct and kill Han envoys and plunder Han people's property.

Fu Jiezi was sent as an envoy to Loulan, where he killed the Loulan king and brought his head back to the court.

This mission, seemingly just a decisive move in Loulan, actually involved observing local customs and traditions along the way, visiting several neighboring countries, and putting pressure on the ministers in the Western Regions.

Given the small number of troops Fu Jiezi led, the things he did seemed to have little effect, but when combined, they produced a remarkable result.

This allowed him to leave unscathed after killing the King of Loulan. Subsequently, Loulan and several neighboring countries not only did not seek revenge, but also submitted to the Han Dynasty.

The true mystery of the Loulan Slaying technique lies in this point.

With a few subtle moves, they can crush a fierce and stubborn force.

After careful consideration, Chu Tianshu felt that this should be a kind of application of stress.

When an object is affected by external factors, whether it is a change in temperature or humidity, or a direct impact, it is affected by external forces.

Every part of an object generates an interaction force, which is called stress.

Because of differences in materials, shapes, and other factors, the point where an object is struck is not always the point where stress is most concentrated.

With repeated impacts, the stress concentration point will constantly change.

However, if someone can precisely hit this point of stress concentration as it constantly changes, they can destroy solid objects with relatively little force.

The theory is simple, but even with the technological level in Chu Tianshu's hometown, it would be a huge hassle to bring a bunch of equipment to test an object.

It's not necessarily possible to shatter a bottle with just a breath after several precise strikes.

This seemingly ordinary sword spirit enlightenment move, in a sense, is more suitable for combat than Zheng Hui's obviously absurd "Flying Drum in the Sky".

Chu Tianshu could almost imagine it.

When Cheng the Blind encountered a powerful enemy, he exchanged a couple of brief exchanges with the opponent's weapon, and on the third strike, he directly cut the opponent's weapon in two, severely damaging the weapon's spirit.

Or, when the other side uses weapons, creating a stress concentration point for oneself.

The blind man's first strike can hit the weak point, shattering the enemy's weapon and killing them.

"That year, I met a man on the battlefield who wielded a spiked club. He wielded the club, which weighed over forty pounds, as fast as a light wooden stick."

"It was in that battle that I mastered the Loulan Slash," said the blind man.

"With one strike, he deflected the spiked club, and with the second strike, he cleaved the club in two."

"After the war, I was promoted to captain. The general came to see me and helped me name this move. He also told me that the old Di Renjie was famous for his mace technique, and the move he learned was similar to this one of mine."

Cheng the Blind Man chuckled and shook his head.

"How high a position was Judge Di? Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I dared to listen to any kind of flattery."

He threw the remaining half of the wine bottle into the air and suddenly drew his knife.

Clang! !

The half of the bottle was cleaved in two by a knife, but instead of shattering, it crumbled into a cloud of powder in mid-air.

A gust of wind blew, and the powder swirled in the air.

Snap, the sword is sheathed.

Chu Tianshu could tell that his strike was delivered with anger.

It's likely that he left the army not just because of his eye ailment, but because of something else that angered him.

Chu Tianshu didn't ask any further questions and changed the subject, asking, "Since you've grasped the moves, what you need are new ones. How did you feel about the moves I told you when we were at the restaurant those days?"

Blind Cheng nodded and said, "I've been pondering this in my mind lately, but I'm afraid I'm still a long way from figuring out the moves."

call! !

Zheng Hui suddenly appeared in the courtyard, his face full of anxiety.

"Both of you are here?"

Zheng Hui said urgently, "Something terrible has happened. I would like to ask the two of you to come with me."

Chu Tianshu's calf muscles twitched, and he straightened up.

The blind man touched the ground with his scabbard, and he stood up.

Zheng Hui was also extremely anxious. As soon as he saw that they were willing to go together, he immediately turned around and led the way.

The three of them moved quickly, crossing the stream and woods, and exiting the mansion from the side.

Several guards and three empty horses were already waiting outside the mansion.

After mounting his horse, Zheng Hui spurred it on at full speed, finally finding time to explain.

"During this period of time, I discussed with the king and made contact with the Tang Dynasty. A delegation has already entered the country ahead of schedule."

"This delegation consists of experts. Their arrival here is both to express their intentions and to lend us a helping hand."

"To this end, we have taken strict precautions to prevent information leaks and have been keeping a close eye on the Duan family to ensure that they have not received any information about any unusual activities by the mission."

Zheng Hui gave a low shout, which for a moment drowned out the sound of horses' hooves.

"But just now, I received a message by carrier pigeon that the delegation was ambushed by a group of men in black a hundred miles away!!"

Chu Tianshu held the reins with one hand, letting the horse gallop wildly, and frowned upon hearing this.

The mission released pigeons for help, but it would take time for the pigeons to arrive.

By the time they got there, the battle would definitely be over.

I wonder if this delegation survived.

The thunderous hooves thundered past the roadside thickets and wild grass, rushing by in a blur.

Zheng Hui knew the location of the delegation very well and ran at the very front.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, the group arrived at the foot of a mountain.

The campsite halfway up the mountain came into view.

A large area had been cleared, trees had been felled, and a dozen or so carts and horses were in the center, with traces of fire still visible around them. However, all the horses that had pulled the carts were now dead on the ground.

The carriages were mostly damaged, and there were corpses everywhere.

Those bonfires were almost entirely extinguished by corpses and blood.

Once they got here, they complained that the horses were too slow.

Zheng Hui leaped up and his figure rushed towards the mountain path.

Chu Tianshu and the others also dismounted.

When we arrived at the site, we walked through the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

The overwhelming stench of blood made everyone pause in their tracks.

The delegation itself consisted of dozens of people, and in each place they visited, local guards from Nanzhao would take turns protecting them.

There were more than a hundred corpses in the room.

It appears that the first to die were the lightly armored guards of Nanzhao, who were patrolling the outer perimeter when they were all killed by having their throats cut.

The bodies on the inside had more varied deaths.

Some people, covered in blood, holding broken swords, leaned against overturned carriages, their eyes wide open in death.

Someone was pinned down by a dead horse, with half of their body crushed and the back of their head caved in.

Some people had their upper body clothes torn to shreds and lay in the unburnt wood, their chests covered in blood as if struck by a heavy object.

There was also an old man holding a flag and spear, with white beard and hair stained with blood, staring wide-eyed as if he were looking at the enemy.

The butt of the gun was deeply embedded in the ground, and the old man's body leaned against it, not falling down.

His injury was a bloody hole through his chest, so clear that it looked as if someone had punched through his torso.

"That is, Brother Jiang?"

Zheng Hui had met this old man a few times before; he was the envoy during the last alliance.

When he reached the old man's body, he looked several years older, and his beard trembled.

"How could this be? Where did the Duan family get their manpower... from Tibet..."

"But even the Duan family and Tibet, how could they possibly know the exact route of this delegation?!"

Zheng Hui's thoughts raced, growing increasingly chaotic. "Furthermore, these people are all experts. How many people would Tibet need to send to kill them all?"

"Could they have sent an entire army to infiltrate Nanzhao?!"

Chu Tianshu surveyed the battlefield and, amidst the thick stench of blood, walked to the west side.

There were several corpses here, their deaths were gruesome, their limbs and torsos severed.

Because of the gruesome manner of the death, no one paid much attention to this side for a moment.

Chu Tianshu stared at it for a while, but then realized something was wrong.

The guards of Nanzhao wore light armor, while the members of the envoy delegation mostly wore robes.

These corpses were likely dressed in black when they were alive.

Chu Tianshu walked west along this route, entering the forest. After only a few steps, his expression changed.

Come and see!

Startled by him, Zheng Hui came to his senses and led everyone towards this place.

The forest was scattered and littered with dead bodies.

Some people were lying on tree stumps, and some were lying under the rocks. The difference was that all the corpses here were covered in black.

"They were the ones who attacked the mission."

Zheng Hui forced himself to remain calm, "That's right, they definitely suffered casualties during the attack. They must have taken the bodies with them before leaving, but..."

wrong.

If these bodies were all personnel lost during the attack on the delegation.

If you were going to take the body away, why did you only move it here and then leave it there again?

"Most of these people were killed by the same person."

Chu Tianshu looked at the blood-red skin of the corpses and the handprints on their chests, pondering the situation on the battlefield.

"When these people successfully launched a sneak attack and killed the entire delegation, another person arrived just as they were about to leave."

As Chu Tianshu spoke, he observed the traces of a battle in the forest.

Unbeknownst to them, the crowd followed behind him.

The further they went, the more obvious the signs of battle became.

The man in black clearly realized what was happening.

They surrounded and killed the person who broke in later.

These men in black wielded weapons including iron bars, chains, and curved blades, and their attacks were extremely fierce.

A tree as thick as a person's waist can be cut in one stroke, leaving a cut as flat as a tabletop.

On the rock, which is half a person high, there are marks from being whipped with an iron chain, more than two inches deep.

Zheng Hui picked up a chain and discerned the scriptures on it, which were as thin as ants. He was shocked.

"The chains that bind the gods of the great Tibetan monks."

He looked around and exclaimed in astonishment, "These dozens of men in black are all royal guards, Tibetan monks who climbed the snow mountain naked?"

But all of them died, either with their skulls or chests caved in, killed instantly by a single blow.

However, here, fabric other than black clothing also appears.

There was a chain with a piece of red silk wrapped around it.

There was a small piece of white cloth biting into a person's teeth.

At the end of this battlefield stands a large tree that would take three people to encircle.

The burly monk, over eight feet tall, was completely naked from the waist up, his entire body embedded in the tree trunk.

This person had a slightly pointed head, thick eyebrows like reeds, and a long white beard; he was actually an old monk.

But his robust physique makes it impossible to associate him with the word "old".

Zheng Hui looked at the old man and let out a long breath.

"High Priest! Only a High Priest can command so many high monks. Tibet has such great courage!"

The way this high priest died was strikingly similar to that of the Tang Dynasty envoy; he too had a bloody hole blasted into his chest.

Someone ripped his heart out.

However, the bloodstains on the old monk's hands clearly did not belong to him.

His right hand, in particular, was clutching a large piece of red paper with a bamboo frame.

"Folding fan?"

Chu Tianshu walked closer and looked at it. "No, it's an umbrella."

"Half of the red paper umbrella?"

Zheng Hui was so surprised earlier that he seemed unable to take any more surprises now.

Upon hearing Chu Tianshu's questioning voice, he answered with a resolute tone.

"Who else could it be? To kill the high priest and more than thirty monks all by himself."

"It can only be the number one expert in the Tang Dynasty, the Commander of the Right Guard of the Inner Army..."

As Zheng Hui finished speaking, he couldn't help but take another breath.

"But even for him, I never thought he could actually fight so many top Tibetan masters all by himself with his red umbrella."

The blind man's expression changed as he realized who it was.

"The sea of ​​blood surges, the Crimson Emperor comes from the east, yes, the sea comes from the east!"

(End of this chapter)