A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 115 The Trump Card for Revenge

For characters who can earn a three-star rating, especially those belonging to the martial arts side, being able to move as fast as their voice is practically a basic skill.

To reduce air resistance, most movement techniques also focus on minimizing unnecessary noise and wind during movement.

To the average person, they might only hear a faint, sharp sound of smoke dissipating before the figure vanishes, appearing a considerable distance away.

However, those who reach this level no longer rely solely on their brains to think.

The cultivation and strengthening of their willpower, or rather, their mental strength, has enabled them to react at speeds far exceeding the theoretical limits of normal human reaction.

Therefore, in the eyes of people of the same level, the changes in Luo Bense's sword move, from his normal appearance to the illusory celestial maiden, and finally to the smiling skull, are all clearly visible and traceable.

The pressure felt by the cupronickel also increased dramatically with each change.

He watched helplessly as the sword approached, and suddenly the longbow in his hand disappeared, replaced by a white jade talisman floating between his hands.

This talisman is made of mutton-fat white jade, polished into a plate shape. It is seven inches long, one and a half inches wide, and half an inch thick. The front is engraved with intricate patterns, and the two characters in the very center of the patterns are faintly visible as the characters "Tian Yong".

The pattern on the reverse side is much simpler, depicting a small sword in the shape of a carving.

The "Void Illusion Sword Seal" from Tianyong City, although not as powerful as a true sect leader from that immortal world, is still just a wisp of sword intent sealed within a talisman. Once activated by spiritual power, it can unleash a four-star effect.

A one-time use, four-star item.

This was the grand gift that Bronze had prepared for his enemies.

The purple spiritual energy struck the white jade talisman.

The white jade token instantly shot out dozens of semi-transparent sword shadows of spiritual light, complete with blade, body, guard, and hilt.

It was as if dozens of flying swords, each tracing an arc that sealed off life, rushed towards Luo Bense.

The smiling skeleton was swept away by the graceful sword light, cracks appeared, and it disintegrated, revealing Luo Bense's true face behind it.

He remained calm despite his shock, focusing all his attention on the task at hand. By sheer luck, relying on the lingering effect of his previous move, he managed to connect with five or six spiritual sword shadows, causing the ancient sword in his hand to tremble and his tiger's mouth to crack slightly.

The subsequent sword shadows circled and swirled, sending him flying backward and trapping him in mid-air, slashing back and forth.

The jacket was shredded and torn to shreds within half a second.

A blood-stained ram's head jade pendant hanging around Luo Bense's neck formed a protective layer around his body, while golden mantras flowed from the Buddhist prayer beads on his left wrist, coating the jade pendant's protective layer.

After so many years of plundering and extortion, both overt and covert, Luo Bense naturally wouldn't be without ways to protect himself.

However, the difference between native characters and reincarnators is revealed here.

Treasures that surpass one's own martial prowess are something Luo Bense might not even be able to find, even if he wanted to. Despite wearing several layers of protective gear, cracks quickly appeared under the cutting of those spiritual sword shadows.

The string of dzi beads on his right hand, which could be used to accelerate his escape by riding the wind, was completely rendered useless under the blockade of these spiritual lights and sword shadows.

At the critical moment of life and death, Luo Bense's veins bulged and knotted between his muscles. The flow of his internal energy, almost visible to the naked eye, accompanied the protrusion of each vein, violently circulated and poured into the Qin King Ancient Sword.

He loosened the hilt of the sword, made a sword incantation with his hand, and the Qin King's Ancient Sword split into eight, evenly dividing the 360 ​​degrees around his body and occupying eight directions.

This was the prize that Luo Bense won on a gambling ship a few years ago: a sword manual more comprehensive than the "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens"—the Eight Methods of Famous Swords, where eight swords fly together.

The eight swords, like hollow wheels, spun and clashed against each other, their light and shadow flashing.

Amidst the resounding clang, that wisp of four-star sword intent was finally exhausted, and the spiritual light and sword shadow dissipated one after another.

Luo Bense's body couldn't hold on and he fell from mid-air. As soon as he hit the ground, more than a dozen wounds burst open all over his body, spurting blood.

The Qin King's ancient sword returned to its original form and fell askew from the sky.

That ethereal and illusory sword imprint just now was truly profound and ethereal.

Even Guan Luoyang and Lang Shiqi, who were facing off, couldn't help but turn their eyes to watch.

At that moment, the last glimmer of sword light vanished from sight, and Luo Bense fell from mid-air.

As soon as Lang Shiqi moved, Guan Luoyang intercepted him simultaneously.

Before the golden squirrel could even react, it felt its body suddenly go empty, and its owner, whom it was clinging to, vanished in a flash.

In mid-air, the two figures were about to collide when Guan Luoyang blocked them with a horizontal palm strike, shattering a loose tracksuit. The force of the blow tore apart the tracksuit pants and shoes below, sending them flying.

But this palm strike failed to stop Lang Shiqi. The strange and incredibly swift change made Guan Luoyang's heart skip a beat.

"Depend on!"

Lang Shiqi was originally about the same height as Guan Luoyang, but in that instant, he suddenly shrank to the size of a two or three-year-old child, with short limbs and a short, round body, as if he had suddenly shrunk out of his original clothes and shoes.

He was also wearing a gray bodysuit, the surface of which was slightly rough, like snakeskin, and it seemed to change size along with his body.

Guan Luoyang himself also knows techniques like bone shrinking, but even now, he can only shrink his body by changing the arrangement of his bones to make the space more compact, or even by slightly bending his bones.

The person in front of me had practically trained his bones to be like a sponge, and even his skull shrank in that instant. I wonder if his brain could also change its size.

This strange constitution did not make Lang Shiqi appear weak or powerless.

Even in his normal physique, he was already quite muscular; after being compressed, every inch of his skin shone with an extraordinary luster, like a solidified diamond, as he punched Guan Luoyang's knee.

Guan Luoyang had no part of his body that couldn't be used for leverage, so he leaned his upper body slightly back, swung his right leg forward, and his knee slammed out like a large seal.

Bang! ! !

Guan Luoyang swayed and stepped back.

Shrinking to the size of a child, Lang Shiqi used the momentum to spin around, then suddenly stretched out his body and leaned forward sideways.

His body flattened out during the movement, and his sideways forward thrust was almost like a thick-backed scalpel slicing out at an angle.

To be honest, Guan Luoyang had dealt with ghosts and spirits before, but the changes those spirits made were not as bizarre as Lang Shiqi's physical body, which could change so quickly and so strangely.

The Qin King's ancient sword, which fell from the sky, was snatched by Lang Shiqi.

A surge of azure energy expanded around Guan Luoyang, forming a vast aura that enveloped a large amount of air. He unleashed a thunderous strike.

This move has a wide attack range, and no matter how Lang Shiqi changes his tactics, he will have to take a direct hit.

Lang Shiqi blocked with his sword and retreated backward.

The Qin King's Ancient Sword seemed to suit him even better than it did in Luo Bense's hands. With a casual swing as he retreated, he severed the stone tablet in the middle of the stone chamber by its roots.

Lang Shiqi glanced at the area under the stone tablet, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, accelerating backward and disappearing into a passage in that direction.

Luo Bense then chose a side passage and was about to escape inside.

Guan Luoyang's mind raced, and he quickly pursued the enemy from the side.

Sensing the fierce energy approaching from behind, Luo Bense turned around to parry.

After withstanding the onslaught of the Void Illusion Sword Seal, his protective gear was completely destroyed. The dozen or so wounds bled even more profusely when he exerted his internal energy. He no longer had a sword in his hand, but he used his hand as a substitute for a sword. His sword energy was skillful yet clumsy, and in the blink of an eye, he could still buy himself some space to maneuver and catch his breath.

However, his injuries were already severe. After receiving seven or eight thunderous blows from Guan Luoyang, Luo Bense's entire body was numb and aching. He was hit in the shoulder, his knees slammed to the ground, and more blood gushed from his wounds.

Guan Luoyang had been invited to help someone avenge their death, so he couldn't overstep his bounds. He changed the force of his punch and used a grappling technique to lock the man's throat and pull him back into the stone chamber.

Bai Tong had also arrived. When he activated the talisman, his spiritual power came into direct contact with the sword intent, which inevitably caused him to be intimidated and his movements were slightly slower.

He originally said he was only 50% sure of success acting alone, because he was worried that Luo Bense might take the opportunity to escape after he used that talisman.

Things went relatively smoothly. The helper I found filled in the potential gap, while the other party's helper didn't contribute much at all.

"you……"

Bai Tong stood beside Guan Luoyang, staring at the powerless Luo Bense. A thousand thoughts were stuck in his chest. He wanted to say something harsh or satisfying to vent his emotions, but once he started, he didn't know what to say next.

"You son of a bitch! Go down there and kowtow to my parents!!!"

Bai Tong pulled out a feathered arrow from his hand, gripped the shaft like a chisel, and tried to aim the amethyst arrowhead at Luo Bense's heart.

"Your parents...are not dead!"

When he could feel the stinging pain in his chest, Luo Bense finally managed to squeeze out these words.

The arrow stopped a minute before piercing his heart.

The white bronze hand froze for a moment: "What did you say?"

Just as Luo Bense was about to speak again, Guan Luoyang suddenly raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

Luo Bense stared wide-eyed in astonishment, his eyes filled with resentment, shock, and intense hatred.

Seeing that he was not unconscious, Guan Luoyang released another burst of energy from his palm, finally knocking him unconscious.

The white copper arrow loosened its shaft and took a step back.

Guan Luoyang explained, "Who knows if a sober enemy is telling the truth or not? But if he's unconscious and his consciousness is blurred, it's actually easier to interrogate him."

As he explained, Guan Luoyang felt a slight sense of emotion.

This Luo Bense, after being seriously injured, withstood multiple heavy blows with his full force. Just now, he was struck on the head by Luo's palm and was still able to hold on for a few seconds. This gives us a glimpse into his abilities. If he were in good condition, this man would definitely be a formidable opponent.

However, this man's accomplices were incompetent, harboring malicious intentions and deserting in the face of battle. The white jade token ultimately determined the outcome of the entire battle.

Recalling the attack forced out of that token, Guan Luoyang was also somewhat tempted, planning that after returning, he could also buy a similar item as a trump card.

Beside him, Bai Tong had calmed down somewhat after a while and said to Guan Luoyang, "Thank you."

Guan Luoyang originally intended to use his mental cultivation technique to hypnotize Luo Bense when he was critically injured and his will was weak.

But after calming down, Bai Tong also had his own spells to bewitch people, making him more professional in this area.

He squatted down, took the essence of Luo Bense's heart and blood, drew a talisman, chanted incantations and cast spells. A purple halo illuminated his face as he repeatedly asked questions in a low voice.

Did Bai Tong's parents actually die?

"Dead, dead. That day, the Bai family kid suddenly disappeared. I figured he must have had some kind of extraordinary encounter, so I wanted to keep his parents as hostages. But I went too far before, and they couldn't be saved. Just in case, from that day on, I sent people to pretend to be his parents, creating the illusion that they were moved or held captive. If that kid ever comes back for revenge, and I can't capture him, I'll stop, throw out this bait, and present all sorts of evidence to lure him to see those fake parents. Then I'll have a way to fabricate it..."

Luo Bense lay on the ground, his face illuminated by the purple light.

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Tong's face had already turned extremely ugly.

He had already accepted the fact that he had lost his loved one, but what she just said still gave him a glimmer of hope.

The feeling of gaining something and then losing it again is even more painful.

"Disperse!"

With a flick of his wrist, Bai Tong changed his hand seals, dispelling the bewitching spell and deliberately stimulating Luo Bense to regain his senses. In his conscious state, he pierced Luo's heart meridian with an arrow.

The purple spiritual energy flowed from his heart to his limbs and bones, bringing a strong sense of foreignness and pain, but under Bai Tong's deliberate control, it did not immediately take his life.

As arrow after arrow pierced Luo Bense's limbs, and as he could no longer control the muscles in his face, his cheeks stiffening and twitching in pain, Bai Tong slowly used his spiritual power to dissolve his internal energy, leaving him utterly empty as he approached death.

The white-haired boy squatted down beside the corpse, stared at it for a while, then rested his elbows on his knees, buried his face in his hands, let out a deep sigh, and remained motionless.

Guan Luoyang squatted down beside him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let me..." Bai Tong's voice was a little hoarse, and he held back, "Let me have some peace and quiet."

(End of this chapter)