A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 120 Turning Competition and Adventure into Single-Player Game

The tall, armored man attacked again, but Guan Luoyang's fighting style suddenly changed.

He displayed the essence of the Plum Blossom Steps, dodging the attacks of the tall, armored man in a breathtaking manner. The blue energy on his arms transformed into raging flames, yet he repeatedly struck empty air despite having clear opportunities to counterattack.

The tall, armored man was definitely a formidable foe. Guan Luoyang hadn't gained much advantage in their previous head-on fight, and this sudden, inexplicable move immediately put him at a disadvantage.

The wind howled like a neigh, and the slender, armored man moved like a divine steed leaping across sand dunes and traversing cliffs as if walking on flat ground. He charged and collided in arcs, forcing Guan Luoyang to retreat repeatedly with each strike, each one more dangerous than the last.

Even so, Guan Luoyang persevered in dodging and maneuvering, occasionally slashing out with his palm into the air.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that his palm strikes into the air are not entirely without pattern.

Often, just as the tall, armored man makes a sharp turn, he will risk everything to seize the spot where the armored man just turned, raise the heat in his hand to its maximum, and strike.

The fine filaments in the air are so tiny that they are invisible to the naked eye, and so delicate that they are barely perceptible to the skin or a hair.

With Guan Luoyang's keen senses, he was completely unaware of anything when he first entered this place, but now that he is paying attention, he can still vaguely sense those fine threads of obstruction in his every move.

Whenever the armored man's movement trajectory suddenly changes, the presence of those fine threads becomes more noticeable.

After several attempts, Guan Luoyang figured he had severed most of the thin thread connecting him to the tall, armored man, and then tried to sidestep and use his elbow to meet the opponent's palm strike.

Bang! !

The armored man's palm struck Guan Luoyang's elbow, his arm, covered in black armor, suddenly braced against him like a strong, rough iron rod.

The reaction force separated the two sides, and Guan Luoyang's eyes lit up with joy.

"Ha, I knew it!"

Although the armored man's movement speed and attack kinetic energy did not decrease much, the unwavering, energy-dispelling spiritual light of his original spirit had become so weak as to be almost non-existent.

Guan Luoyang's posture changed on its own. With each step forward and backward, he bent his elbow and straightened it, flicked his wrist forward, and spread his five fingers, grabbing at the shoulder of the tall, armored man with a powerful grappling technique.

The tall, armored man swung his arm horizontally, a diagonal slash from bottom to top, attacking Guan Luoyang's right rib area with an impeccable posture.

Guan Luoyang retracted his elbow, and the hand that was about to seize him came to block the slash. He slightly brushed his palm upward, and the green aura around his body suddenly rose.

The force of gravity acting on the tall, armored man suddenly decreased, and his feet were almost touching the ground.

Without that divine, insightful, and adaptable inner light, a three-star armored figure ultimately appeared somewhat dull in front of Guan Luoyang.

It should be noted that Guan Luoyang had tried to use this gravity-affecting trick several times before, but with that bit of inspiration, the armored man moved quickly forward and backward, and several times he just happened to catch the prelude to Guan Luoyang's attack, forcing Guan Luoyang to retreat hastily with a slash that was so tricky that it could not be touched lightly.

And now...

"Get lost!"

With just a flick of his palm against the opponent's forearm, Guan Luoyang caused the slender, armored man to lose his balance and float into the air. With a pull of his five fingers and a sharp twist of his waist, he swung his arm and launched himself forward.

The tall, armored man crashed into the petite, armored man with unstoppable force.

Bai Tong heard Guan Luoyang's voice.

"Kill Lang Shiqi first!"

As Guan Luoyang said this, he darted away and pressed his palm down towards Lang Shiqi.

The azure energy descended, and an invisible gravitational pressure suddenly enveloped Lang Shiqi's side.

Guan Luoyang's control over gravity wasn't quite that precise yet; this move targeted both the burly armored man and Lang Shiqi at the same time.

The burly armored man paused, causing tiny cracks to appear in the ground at the edge of his iron boots. His movements also slowed slightly, but the solidified air still pressed down on Lang Shiqi.

Guan Luoyang launched a surprise attack from the side. The airflow he controlled collided with the solidified air, and he immediately realized something was amiss. With a flick of his hand, he used the solidified air to block Lang Shiqi's only way to dodge.

The sudden attack and the unexpected gravitational pull caused Lang Shiqi's sword spine and the back of his hand to be struck by Guan Luoyang's repeated whipping blows.

The King of Qin's sword slipped from his hand and fell, its hilt striking the ground with tremendous force.

The burly armored man changed his posture, spreading his arms to the sides, facing Lang Shiqi and Guan Luoyang respectively.

Judging by the length of the armored arms alone, they couldn't possibly reach either of them. But with this push, a large amount of the surrounding air transformed into tangible yet colorless objects, like colorless steel beams that appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing and intersecting at the crucial points where their joints exerted force, thus restricting their movements.

A flash of purple light, and an arrow pierced through the air, striking from a blind spot above, penetrating the thinner edge of the solidified air, and heading straight for Lang Shiqi's chest.

Lang Shiqi's expression changed, a purple light reflected in his pupils, and his gaze was fixed on the white bronze that emitted this light.

This arrow was aimed at the "midpoint" of Lang Shiqi's torso from the front.

Having lost the Qin King's Sword and being imprisoned, even if Lang Shiqi used his extraordinary shape-changing skill to instantly deviate his head, neck, and limbs from their original positions, he could not shift the center point of his torso too much.

No matter how small or sudden the arrow's movement, it will still hit his torso.

The spiritual energy infused into the arrow by the white copper, combined with the power of the amethyst itself, would be enough to severely injure him once it entered his body.

In his desperation, his heart was burning with anxiety and tension. This should have meant a slight increase in body temperature, but in a time even shorter than the time it took for the Purple Light Arrow to strike, Lang Shiqi's face suddenly turned ashen and cold.

That can no longer be described as a change—there was almost no process of change at all.

And his face suddenly switched to a new look.

The handsome, rosy face of a normal Asian man suddenly changed to a taut, pale, and lifeless appearance.

The purple light paused on his chest and then vanished.

boom!!

The burly armored man was attacked by two people at the same time, and his body was sent flying with a bang. Judging from the direction of the impact, he was more likely affected by the force of Lang Shiqi's counterattack.

After shattering the solidified air around him, Lang Shiqi countered with a punch against the armored man, and his second punch collided with Guan Luoyang's fist.

Both of them shuddered simultaneously.

The shockwave spread outwards, pushing the Qin King's sword, which had fallen to the ground, and the octagonal glass lamp, which had just been thrown aside and had not yet landed, even further away.

The octagonal glass lamp was dimly lit. Inside the pearl containing the evil spirits, the spirits that had been gradually becoming active became listless and shrank into a small ball in their continuous decline, falling silent.

Guan Luoyang saw that the arrow embedded in Lang Shiqi's chest only had the amethyst tip inserted; the spiritual energy that should have exploded and clashed had not been released at all.

At this moment, as their fists collided, even the arrowhead was forced out.

With a loud bang, the detached arrowhead exploded into a dazzling purple light.

The intensified gravity caused the change to reverse, and the surrounding dust rebounded from the ground.

Guan Luoyang raised his hand and slammed the monument down.

With the reduction in gravity, the friction under Lang Shiqi's feet also decreased sharply. Although his punches were fierce, he could not maintain his footing and slid out with a whoosh, crashing into the stone wall.

A series of purple flashes, the bowstring cleaved through the air, and Bai Tong stood atop a lamp high on the rock wall, unleashing a rapid barrage of arrows.

Lang Shiqi's face turned pale, but the deltoid muscles on both shoulders suddenly swelled and enlarged, and his muscles bulged violently all over his body. His snakeskin-like bodysuit was forced into a steel sculpture-like texture.

The air roared and cracked as a powerful fist shattered the purple light, one punch breaking an arrow, a series of punches shattering all the arrows.

With each breath, thin, deathly green rays of light began to seep into Lang Shiqi's body.

The Shenwu family has a long-standing tradition of naming children with numbers. When a member of the previous generation is about to die, the same number is passed on to an infant in the family.

This behavior, which is hard to describe as either perfunctory or imbued with an ancient and solemn sense of ritual, fundamentally reveals a cold, rigid rule.

Throughout history, only a few names in this family have been exceptions, such as Shenwu Guiyi. This name is usually given to the child with the most outstanding bloodline and aptitude, and the child holds the most prestigious position in the entire family.

There is also Shenwu Maha, a name that can only be obtained by the most outstanding person in every hundred years, besides Shenwu Guiyi.

This generation of Shenwu Maha had a series of extraordinary encounters. After traveling abroad, he suddenly disappeared for a period of time. Less than a year later, he returned to the family and changed from "thirty-nine" to "Maha". In addition to the nine longevity skills passed down by the family, he also gained several other wonderful skills.

Lang Shiqi had a good relationship with him and once received his guidance: "Your body's longevity skills are quite good, but each of the nine longevity skills relies too much on bloodline. With your natural bloodline concentration, you can only practice this one. It looks ever-changing, but in reality, it lacks stability and inherent strength."

"Leaving aside enemies who are inherently superior to you, even enemies of the same level, once they possess the characteristic of being magnificent and vast, will find it easier to control the rhythm of the battle, causing you to slide directly into a predicament where you can't escape."

"There are two solutions to avoid this problem. First, you should bully people who are obviously weaker than you. If you encounter a formidable opponent, fight for a couple of rounds and then run away immediately. Don't wait for the battle to gain momentum."

"Oh? It seems you don't like this approach. Then there's only one way. Come, let me teach you a punching technique..."

This move is called Avada Kedavra!

Originating from a martial arts wizarding world with a fierce and grotesque art style, this is the signature fist technique of "Buddha Emperor," a powerful figure among dark wizards.

This set of boxing techniques has great potential, but even with a three-star level of strength, it is still impossible to unleash its full potential.

When Lang Shiqi uses this set of boxing techniques, it is not only dependent on the environment, requiring him to operate in a place with heavy yin energy and dampness, but it is also subject to time restrictions.

If overused, the yin energy in the fist technique will turn around and erode his body, causing stiff joints and loss of internal organ temperature.

However, in a short period of time, his body was like an ancient zombie that had never decayed or decomposed in a thousand years, half corpse and half monster. His yin energy was violently absorbed, and even the bright pearl lamps on the rock wall that nurtured the spirits of heroes seemed to dim.

The purple light exploded, shattering the arrow once again. Yin energy entered his brain, causing subtle distortion of his vocal cords, and his laughter became hoarse and deformed.

"Heh heh heh heh, you're far from being good enough to kill me. Have you ever seen a fist as big as a clay pot? Have you?!"

The stiff, pale-skinned, muscular man in the tight-fitting suit was talking while his eyes were darting around.

Although he couldn't help but utter these strange words, he didn't lose his mind. His mind was racing when suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine. The Avada Kedavra punch had already been thrown out faster than his brain could process.

It was like a thick, blue lightning bolt that collided violently with the deathly green and stiff white fist shadow.

The deadly, unforgivable force of the punch collided with an incredibly pure, high-speed kinetic energy.

Lang Shiqi's forearm slammed back, his elbow hitting the rock wall, revealing a deep, sunken crack. It looked like an ancient, stiff fist, its dark green color mottled and broken, with a thin, deep scar etched into the pale white bone at the base of his middle finger.

The lingering scar, that faint crack, almost pierced through the entire fist and extended into the wrist.

On the other side, Guan Luoyang's fingers holding the sword also went slightly numb before he managed to stop the blade that had been smashed back in front of his shoulder.

That strike, resembling azure lightning, was a divine whip lashed out by Guan Luoyang after he picked up the Qin King's Zhaodan Sword.

His strike contained the power of bones and muscles, the heat of vital energy, and the techniques of intention. It was far from being pure, but because all the power attributes shifted to the pursuit of speed at the moment of the strike.

All the complex coordination before the attack was purified in this high-speed strike.

Guan Luoyang glanced at the Qin King's Ancient Sword with a mixture of surprise and delight: "What a hard sword!"

Guan Luoyang was even hesitant to use his own arm to unleash the "Divine Whip" technique, which combined essence, energy, and spirit, for fear of injuring himself severely and tearing his skin apart after hitting the target.

Cheng Zhou's sword nearly became deformed and ruined on the spot after using the God-Slaying Whip once, which serves as a cautionary tale.

But the sword in his hand, when it clashed head-on with the God-Slaying Whip, not only did it not suffer any damage, but the blade even retained its cold and ancient aura, showing no signs of softening or warming.

One glance at the sword, and it transforms into lightning.

Guan Luoyang has made another move.

It was still the same move, the God-Slaying Whip. Faced with such a rapid attack, Lang Shiqi had no choice but to meet it head-on and throw a punch.

The ancient sword, which was in Lang Shiqi's hands just moments ago, is now completely invisible. Only streaks of blue lightning-like light flash and bombard it in various arcs.

"Damn it, damn it, I just revealed my hand, how come I'm getting thrashed so quickly..."

Each punch Lang Shiqi threw returned with an even more broken and mangled appearance. The injuries allowed the Yin Spirit Death Qi to occupy a wider area of ​​the bones in his hands, and he could no longer feel the existence of his two fists.

However, the intent of Avada Kedavra is profound and domineering. In this situation, it even subtly takes the initiative, guiding his intuition and fists to deflect the opponent's attacks time and time again.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Guan Luoyang swung his sword wildly, letting out a maniacal laugh.

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword! You two have used this sword in turn, but it's been a complete waste of its potential, and you haven't brought out its full potential at all."

Lang Shiqi's mind, which was gradually becoming immersed in and controlled by the fist technique, was momentarily brought to its senses by this sentence.

"Damn it, is your King Zhao of Qin really this..."

Click!

The blue lightning grazed past the fist filled with yin energy, then struck Lang Shiqi in the chest with a loud bang.

As soon as he regained consciousness, his boxing technique went slightly astray.

The Qin King's ancient sword pierced into his chest. The snakeskin-like bodysuit instantly hardened due to stress, rendering it useless. The aura of yin energy and death spirits suddenly gathered in his flesh, but even a true thousand-year-old zombie could not escape unscathed after being struck by such a blow.

The Qin King's ancient sword pierced through his chest, the tip of the sword wedged into his body. Only the tip touched the rock wall behind him, and three or four crisscrossing, narrow cracks spread out from his back in all directions.

The explosive kinetic energy had already destroyed Lang Shiqi's heart and lungs, causing blood to gush out. In his dying moments, he threw a counterattack punch, but missed completely, watching helplessly as his opponent was sent flying by another person.

Guan Luoyang's right hand was swollen and red from swinging the God-Slaying Whip so many times. Before he could even draw his sword, he was restrained by a palm strike from the burly armored man, who then swept his shoulder with another palm strike, sending him flying.

The white copper arrows, fired in quick succession, blocked the imposing armored man, but the slender armored man then approached Guan Luoyang.

After a single exchange, Guan Luoyang was shaken off, and felt the discomfort of his vital energy being forcibly dissipated. His right hand ached, and his left shoulder was numb and painful.

"It's that spiritual light again; it can reconnect after being disconnected?"

"What do we do?" Bai Tong shouted.

Guan Luoyang smiled confidently, wiped the blood from his lips, and as dust floated around him, gravity decreased. He unleashed his lightness skill at full speed, flashed to Bai Tong's side, and dragged him away.

"I'll come to visit you again in a few hours, you three esteemed elders."

(End of this chapter)