Gou Zai Gaowu Shijie Cheng Shen

Chapter 262 "A Thousand Mountains" [5k]

"Where is our ultimate warrior?"

"Why didn't our ultimate warrior make a move?"

"Headquarters, requesting support from the Ultimate War God!!"

The hoarse, urgent shouts of the frontline commander came through the communications channel, mixed with the background sounds of intense explosions.

The atmosphere in the command room was heavy. Most of the officers held their breath and focused their attention on the calm-faced old man in the main seat.

Zhang Huan was burning with anxiety.

He stared at the deteriorating battle situation at Base 7 on the screen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

But he dared not, and could not, disturb the old man at this time.

He knew that beneath the commander's silence lay the weighing of a larger, more brutal game.

In the command center, the old man remained calm, staring at the screen without saying a word.

at this time.

The side door of the command room slid open silently, and a general quietly entered the command post of Base Nine.

He first nodded slightly to Li Yuanying, who was standing to the side.

Only after receiving tacit approval did he walk to the old man's side, bend down, and report in a low voice.

Upon hearing the new information, the old man nodded slightly, his usually expressionless face showing a barely perceptible twitch.

He then slowly nodded, and his tense shoulders seemed to relax a little.

Zhang Huan noticed something was wrong and stepped closer: "Commander-in-Chief, what happened?"

Li Yuanying then asked thoughtfully, "Has the situation at Kunlun been resolved?"

"Yes, the situation has stabilized," the old man slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Kunlun?" Zhang Huan was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"So that's how it is! The alien races and the Revival Church launched such a massive attack on our C area, their real goal being to distract us so they could make their move in the Kunlun Mountains?!"

The old man nodded slightly, then softly explained to Zhang Huan, "Why do you think the alien race and the Revival Church joined forces to cause this great disaster?"

The so-called beast tide siege at this juncture is merely a tactic to attract our attention.

Why aren't Lan Ying and Cheng Tong stationed here?

It's because I had already transferred them to Kunlun to provide support.

They want to use this place to restrain our forces, and we can do the same.

Unexpectedly, Xu Feng surprised everyone by single-handedly defeating an Extreme War God.

This actually reduced our losses considerably.

Bases 8 and 7 were originally intended to be abandoned at the last minute.

“But those who guard the base—” Zhang Huan asked in astonishment.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, sighed with a pained expression, and said, "Once Kunlun falls, the gates to the realm will be wide open."

At that time, it won't just affect the power of the 13th dimensional realm.

The entire power deployment of the Great Xia Dynasty will be completely disrupted, and it may even affect the safety of the Earth.

This was truly a last resort.

Zhang Huan took a deep breath of the cold air, forcing herself to calm down.

He understood the cruel logic behind this grand scheme, and he also understood why headquarters had been hesitant to send out the Ultimate War God—

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

The strongest power must be used where it is most needed.

As for Li Yuanying...
Those who surpass the God of War cannot act rashly.

Even when they do make a move, there is a limit to the number they can make in each realm.

The high-ranking officials of both the human and alien races had long established rules in this regard, not to mention that Li Yuanying also had to protect the elderly.

Zhang Huan took a deep breath, and in a flash, he understood the balance and conflict involved.

Making such a choice—to exchange the base and the lives of warriors for the greater good—is bound to be painful for anyone with a shred of humanity.

Fortunately, he didn't have to make that choice.

He glanced at the old man's graying temples and sighed softly.

Immediately, Zhang Huan began to worry about Xu Feng and the others.

After all, they were facing two ultimate war god-level combatants: "But what about the situation at Base 7 right now?"

Li Yuanying said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Blue Eagle and the others are back."

Base 7.

"Golden-Winged Clan! Revival Cult!"

Xu Feng and the others gathered together, looking solemnly at the two figures standing atop the communication tower in the center of the base.

Two ultimate warriors!

"Since we don't have the Ultimate Warrior to support us, we'll have to rely on everyone's cooperation to hold them off."

Li Tianlang swept his sword horizontally, showing no fear whatsoever.

However, Zhou Xian grabbed him and said, "Our orders are to retreat if we can't hold the position, not to fight to the death here."

“Evacuate? Abandon these brothers who are still resisting behind us, abandon those civilians who didn’t have time to evacuate? I can’t do it,” Li Tianlang gave a bitter laugh. “To be honest, I’ve already died once. I’ll do my best to hold them off. You guys go first.”

However, as Zhou Xian's gaze swept over...

Everyone present wore resolute expressions, showing no sign of backing down.

Including Hsu Feng.

He shook his head and smiled, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "They're all a bunch of stubborn fools."

His expression hardened immediately: "Then we'll die together!"

Xu Feng calmly handed the Meteor Gun to Wang Lin, saying, "It can be surprisingly effective in critical moments."

Wang Lin's gaze remained fixed, and he asked with concern, "Then what about you?"

Xu Feng said in a low voice, "I'll try to hold one of them off."

Leading an ultimate warrior to find Senior Yin was his last resort.

Now, he can only involve one of these two ultimate warriors at most.

The other person, however, must be restrained by everyone working together.

However, this is the ultimate war god.

He was certain that no one present could withstand a single blow from these two.

After this battle, how many of those present will be able to see again?

He already had the answer in his heart.

He was not prepared to sacrifice himself, but he would never desert his post: "Hoo—then let's fight to the last moment."

But just as everyone was preparing to fight to the death...

A strange sound suddenly rang out in the distant sky.

Almost everyone turned to look at the same time.

next moment.

boom!
A deafening sonic boom echoed from the distant horizon!
A golden fighter jet, like a sharp arrow tearing through the sky, pierced through the clouds at an astonishing speed and swooped down toward Base 7!

Boom boom!

Followed by.

In everyone's shocked eyes.

Two figures, carrying a strong stench of blood and an imposing aura, leaped out of the still-unstable fighter jet like meteorites.

It crashed heavily onto the open ground between Xu Feng and his companions and the enemy at the top of the tower.

Stirring up a cloud of dust!
As the smoke and dust cleared, two faces, though weary and bloodstained, were revealed, yet filled with determination and murderous intent!

"Hahaha! Golden-winged birdman! And those cowards from the Revival Cult hiding their true colors!"

"I didn't expect your Grandpa Cheng to be back so soon, did I?!"

Cheng Tong, the ultimate warrior, spoke with a booming voice.

He was covered in blood, his armor shattered, yet he raised his hand with boundless pride.

A golden object shot towards the Southern King at the top of the tower like a cannonball.

"Here comes a 'big gift' for you!"

The Southern King instinctively caught it, and upon closer inspection, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a head with a狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) face, still bearing the traces of shock and anger—

His fellow clansman, another ultimate lord of the Golden Winged Clan, the Northern King!

After taking a deep breath, the Southern King turned to look at the masked man beside him and said regretfully, "It seems that my plan has failed this time; it is truly fate."

The masked man's aura fluctuated violently, and his gaze beneath the hood turned extremely sinister.

He stared intently at Cheng Tong and Lan Ying, who had suddenly appeared below, and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth: "After expending so much effort and laying down so many layers of mystery, it all came to naught!"
"That fat man surnamed Di. If he doesn't die, my great cause will be impossible to accomplish!"

He made a decisive decision without hesitation: "Retreat!"

Before they finished speaking, the two figures blurred into two streaks of light, one gold and one red, and flashed toward the distant city wall at an astonishing speed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped out of the base and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

As the two retreated, the beast tide retreated like a tidal wave.

It only took a dozen minutes.

All that remained of Base 7 was devastation, scattered black smoke, and countless corpses.

The smoke of battle has cleared, but the stench of blood seems to have permeated every inch of Base 7, lingering for a long time.

Xu Feng and his team assisted in completing the most urgent cleanup of the battlefield, eliminating the remaining scattered alien beasts.

Afterwards, they assisted in treating the wounded until the subsequent troops took over the defense, and only then did they embark on their return journey, exhausted.

The atmosphere on the way home was oppressive and suffocating.

No one speaks.

Even Zhou Xian, who was usually the most carefree, remained silent, only gazing at the land outside the aircraft window, which still bore the marks of war, as it sped past.

Everyone knew that although they had defended the base, the price they paid was devastating.

As the transport plane slowly landed on the landing pad of Base 9, Xu Feng was slightly taken aback by the scene before him.

Unexpectedly, a huge crowd had gathered outside.

Warriors and civilians from the base spontaneously gathered here, holding simple signs and cheering for the return of everyone.

"Wind Blade! Wind Blade!"

"Welcome back heroes!"

"Thank you for holding the line!" Cheers erupted like a tidal wave.

Li Tianlang, Zhou Xian, and the others subconsciously straightened their backs, trying hard to force a smile that matched the enthusiastic atmosphere.

But it looked unusually stiff.

Xu Feng walked in the group, and faced with the overwhelming praise and enthusiasm, he simply nodded slightly, without a trace of joy on his face.

A barely perceptible sigh flickered deep in his eyes.

"Wind Blade! Wind Blade War God and the others are back!"

Someone shouted, and a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the crowd.

The children were lifted high above the adults' heads, waving their little hands vigorously.

These cheers reminded him of his comrades who had fallen forever in the ruins.

hero?

He silently recited the two words in his heart, feeling an immense weight in them.

The true heroes are those warriors who remain forever beneath the ruins.

He hurried through the crowd, almost fleeing back home.

"Squeak-"

As soon as the door opened, Lu Fei and Xiao Dan, who had already received the news and were anxiously waiting, instantly had tears in their eyes.

"dad!"

"husband!"

Xu Feng didn't say anything, but strode forward and hugged his wife and daughter tightly.

He gripped his arms tightly, as if trying to meld them into his own body.

Only when surrounded by family members did the lingering aura of violence and the heavy sense of guilt that belonged to the survivors seem to be dispelled somewhat.

He didn't describe the horrors of the battlefield to them in detail, but just kept saying, "I'm back, everything's alright."

Lu Fei sensed Xu Feng's unusual silence.

She didn't ask any more questions, but simply hugged him back gently and patted his back softly.

Xiao Dan nestled obediently in her father's arms and whispered, "It's good that Dad is safe!"

"Squeak!"

"Chirp!"

In the courtyard, Kongkong leaped from the roof, hugged Xu Feng's neck, and gently stroked his head.

Ah Kun stood on Ah She's head and gently pecked it twice, seemingly in celebration.

Little White sat in the corner of the yard, silently wagging its tail.

In the days that followed, Xu Feng seemed to become a different person.

He declined all celebratory banquets and interviews, and requested a long leave from the engineering department.

Most of the time, he stayed in the meditation room, silent and still, like an old monk in deep meditation.

In reality, they were fighting frantically within the illusion created by the Divine Platform.

He tried to numb himself with cultivation to process the impact of that great battle.

He desperately wanted to improve his strength, and he realized this more clearly than ever before—

Without sufficient strength, even protecting those in front of you will be a luxury.

The immense gap in their levels of skill, especially when he fought against the Ultimate God of War, left him deeply frustrated.

As the time goes.

Xu Feng's blood and energy became increasingly vigorous, and his spiritual power became increasingly refined.

Even the chaotic world within his body seemed to ripple slightly due to the calming of his mind.

Occasionally, he would step out of the quiet room.

Like an ordinary resident, he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Base 9.

He watched the constant influx of newlyweds, the children playing and laughing, and the pedestrians rushing about their lives.
These ordinary scenes gradually washed away the anger and gloom in his heart.

He went to the bustling market, listened to the vendors' shouts, and watched people rushing around for a living.

He would also go to quiet parks to watch the elderly play chess and children play.

He would even occasionally go to a bar with Li Tianlang and the others and order a very ordinary cocktail.

He sat there in the corner, listening to the low-level martial artists boast about their "adventures" or complain about the difficulty of their missions.

The others assumed that Xu Feng hadn't recovered yet.

However, Li Wen, who was just recovering from serious injuries, could tell at a glance that Xu Feng was comprehending something.

However, Li Wen didn't say much, but the fighting spirit in his eyes as he looked at Xu Feng intensified.

That's right.

Xu Feng is reflecting on this.

He wanted to find his martial arts spirit in the most ordinary and authentic aspects of life.

At the same time, he is also systematically reviewing his own martial arts.

In "Flying Star Moon Blade," to reach the "Grandmaster" proficiency level, besides needing deeper understanding and daily accumulation, there may be a shortcut.

He realized that working in isolation might not be the best approach.

Horizontal reference and drawing inferences from similar cases may greatly promote the progress of knife skills.

For example, start with the lower-level S-rank sword techniques.

On this day, he found his master, Li Yuanying, and presented his idea.

"You want to study other sword techniques to understand your own way of the sword?"

Li Yuanying was unaware of the existence of the proficiency panel.

But looking at his disciple, whose mindset had clearly calmed down a lot, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"The idea is excellent. The core of the Flying Star Moon-Severing Blade lies in the speed of the 'Flying Star' and the decisiveness and sharpness of the 'Moon-Severing Blade'."

And the continuous offensives within it.

Now that you have perfected the Xunfeng Blade, you have mastered the speed of the 'Flying Star'.

However, it still falls short in terms of explosiveness.

If we're talking about explosive power and concentrated strength, there's an S-rank sword technique called "Thousand Mountains," which might be of great help to you.

“A Thousand Mountains?” Xu Feng noted down the name.

"In addition, there is a technique called 'Hundred Tribulations Entangling Silk,' which follows the path of gentle entanglement and prolonged attrition, and can complement the Flying Star Moon-Severing Blade."

Li Yuanying added.

"However, you have mastered the breathing technique of the Flying Star Moon-Severing Blade quite well, and your long blood and qi are one of your advantages."

Therefore, "Hundred Tribulations Entangling Silk" doesn't need to be given too high a priority.

Focus first on "A Thousand Mountains," experiencing its overwhelming power and domineering atmosphere, like mountains collapsing and overwhelming force. This might help you break through your limitations.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Xu Feng made up his mind.

Without much hesitation, he directly used his savings, spending eight billion Daxia coins to purchase the complete manual of the S-level sword technique "Thousand Mountains".

Fortunately, last time I picked up the skin, flesh, and bones of that high-level lord-level black snake that was killed by the divine ape in the Qinling Mountains, and made about 890 billion.

Otherwise, Xu Feng really wouldn't have that much money.

Last time, Xu Feng spent nearly 320 billion on just three SSS-level throwing knives.

In this way, with the 30 billion he already had, he only had 840 billion left.

The military reward of 500 billion Daxia coins given to Xu Feng for this battle was used entirely by him to buy Lu Fei an SSS-level combat vest.

Although Lu Fei absolutely refused, Xu Feng still bought it anyway.

Even if Tianyue Martial Arts University waits until Lu Fei becomes a high-level War God and then provides her with an SSS-level combat suit.

Prior to this, this SSS-level combat vest could also protect Lu Fei.

We can always sell it when the time comes.

Nowadays, money is just a number to Xu Feng.

Only when it is converted into their strength and defense will it be truly useful.

Otherwise, it's just numbers.

My own martial arts room.

Xu Feng immersed himself in the profound and explosive sword intent of "Thousand Mountains," and began to work on it like crazy.

Although both are S-level secret techniques, Xu Feng felt a completely different "artistic conception" from "Xunfeng" as soon as he came into contact with the "Thousand Mountains" secret technique.

The secret techniques of "Thousand Mountains" are divided into five realms: "One Mountain", "Ten Mountains", "Hundred Mountains", "Thousand Mountains" and "Mountains and Seas".

The corresponding force amplitude is also 6 times.

Unlike the ethereal and exhilarating Xunfeng Blade, it emphasizes cohesion and weight.

It emphasizes the explosive power of "a single strike, like a thousand mountains falling".

It places more emphasis on the condensation of sword energy.

If one cultivates to the point of perfecting the "Mountain and Sea" realm...

It can even reach a terrifying level where a single blade aura can be a hundred meters long and several meters wide!
This is completely different from the four- or five-meter-long blade aura of the Xunfeng Blade!
This is something that can truly be done, like "let you taste my forty-meter-long sword," or even more exaggerated.

Time flies.

Three months passed quietly as I devoted myself to my studies.

The season outside the window has moved from late spring into the height of summer.

The atmosphere at Base 9 gradually recovered some of its former vitality from the grim atmosphere following the great battle.

In the meditation room, Xu Feng slowly sheathed his sword, and the scorching heat emanating from his body gradually subsided.

He opened his eyes, and a faint yellow light seemed to flash and disappear deep within his pupils.

The Thousand Mountains Sword Technique – Hundred Mountains Realm, complete!

"panel!"

[Qi and Blood Value: 46860c]

Skill: Three Pure Ones Boundless Dharma [Advanced Version] - Mastery (55/800)

Flying Star Moon-Severing Blade - Master (670/1600)

Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations - Grandmaster (70/3200)

Fish Tide Formation - Grandmaster (2380/3200)

[Thousand Mountains - Mastery (5/800)]

(End of this chapter)