Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 75 Don't speak! Let me catch my breath!

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Wu Hao's languid face twitched repeatedly as he kept shouting "Stop!"

Ning Ze stopped attacking, still feeling unsatisfied. One longsword after another disappeared from his mind, and at the same time, the silver-white longsword in his eyes also slowly faded away.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my attack? I usually only use it as a support skill, I haven't practiced it much."

The attack stopped, but Wu Hao's lips were still twitching. He said with a wry smile, "You're the kind of person who does this!"

Ning Ze was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong with me? I haven't practiced any mental cultivation techniques. Could it be that I'm practicing incorrectly?"

Wu Hao was both amused and exasperated, and said with a resentful look, "Your attack is too unfair. There are sword shadows everywhere, and I only have 5 swords. How am I supposed to block them? It's not that I can't withstand it, but this kind of weakened attack is just cheating."

The cultivation of a spiritual master involves two aspects: first, enhancing spiritual power; and second, combining spiritual power with cosmic energy to form spiritual power.

Martial artists also possess spiritual power, but the amount they can mobilize depends on their training. Attacks require invasion and thus need "active" spiritual power, or mental energy, while defense does not.

Fortunately, he was a war god with powerful latent spiritual energy, which allowed him to block Ning Ze's attack. However, it was still very painful. If he had only been a general, it would have felt like being pierced by ten thousand swords! It would have been more painful than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Ning Ze tentatively asked in a low voice, "So how did you launch your mental attack?"

"Alright! My turn!" Wu Hao was a little unconvinced. He had just tested it and found that he could block Ning Ze's attacks. The swords would dissipate with a single blow. However, there were too many of them for him to defend against. If it were an attack, he felt that he could definitely win!

Zhang Ran raised his eyebrows, feeling that attacking was unreliable. Mental attacks and defenses were fine because all mental energy was available, but if it came to attacking, less mental energy would be needed.

If he can't even win on defense, how can he win on offense? He had very little faith in Wu Hao.

Ning Ze's eyes lit up, and he said, "Okay, you come on, I've never been mentally attacked before."

If this experiment succeeds, he's considering hiring someone to attack him while he's cultivating, so that even his mental strength can increase, and his mental strength and physical fitness can improve simultaneously. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all!

Wu Hao smiled happily. This time it was his turn, wasn't it?

"Get ready, I'm about to begin!"

"Okay, I'm ready." Ning Ze was also a war god, and his latent mental strength was not low either. He felt that it wouldn't be a big problem if he couldn't stop him. What he wanted was a thrill!

Wu Hao slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it seemed as if five battle blades appeared in his eyes, brandishing and eager to strike, as if they were about to cut out of his eyes.

In the spiritual world.

Ning Ze silently watched the five swords in his mind. They had already begun their attack. He merely conjured a few longswords to defend himself, and felt a little awkward as each sword shattered. His mental power increased rapidly once more. 'Sure enough, as long as someone attacks me, I can improve quickly. The usual stimulation is still too low.'

Wu Hao was having a good time cutting, and with a swing of his battle sword, his longsword shattered. Watching the sword beams disappear after only 0.1 seconds, he concluded that Ning Ze's mental defense was inadequate!

At this moment, Ning Ze was also considering, 'What would happen if I attacked these swords? Apart from attacking Wang Xing'an, I haven't attacked anything else.'

Thinking this, the scene in his mind suddenly changed drastically. In front of the originally dry five battle swords, endless sword light appeared. The sword light blotted out the sky and the sun. With a command, countless silver-white longswords attacked the five battle swords. It was as if the Milky Way was cascading down. Countless silver-white longswords formed an extremely dangerous yet incomparably beautiful silver waterfall.

Swish!

The endless sword light descended and completely engulfed the five battle blades. The battle blades offered no resistance and shattered into pieces the moment they made contact, dissipating into Ning Ze's spiritual world.

The moment the battle sword, imbued with his spiritual essence, was destroyed, Wu Hao felt an unimaginable, excruciating pain. He felt his heart clenching and his soul writhing in indescribable agony.

His face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back a few steps, panting heavily, still unable to stand steadily.

"Um... what's wrong with you? That battle sword can't attack?" Ning Ze was startled by the expression and actions of the man. This was a war god! He found it hard to understand. His own longsword had been shattered even more earlier, so why didn't it react like this? Wu Hao had only had five swords shattered.

"No! Don't speak! Let me catch my breath..." Wu Hao covered his forehead with one hand, his face twitching with pain.

Ning Ze fell silent for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Ran, his eyes full of questions.

"He told me that mental attacks are dangerous, not only for the enemy but also for the attacker. If you can't defeat them, they will backfire. I think this is what happened," Zhang Ran explained, pointing at Wu Hao.

Ning Ze nodded silently. He really didn't know that. He didn't need to use mental attacks. His physical strength was worthless. If he could kill someone with a single sword strike, wouldn't using mental energy be a waste? This thing recovers quite slowly. He still needs to sleep when he's very tired.

More than three minutes later, Wu Hao stood up, his face pale, a bitter smile on his face. "I was too reckless. I could have retreated, but I felt the previous attacks weren't strong enough, so I chose to take the hit head-on..." Naturally, he couldn't withstand it. He swore in his heart, "If I ever fight this freak again, I'm not human!"

"Are you alright?" Ning Ze asked uncertainly.

"I'll be fine after a few days of rest. It's not a big problem. My martial arts level is already high. If I were just a high-level mentalist, I'm afraid I would have had to recuperate for a long time. Mental attacks are really dangerous." Wu Hao's expression was very serious. He had learned his lesson from this experience and would stay away from freaks. He was still the majestic war god!

"Thank you, I will remember that." Ning Ze said sincerely. "From now on, I will trouble you two to protect my family. You don't need to stay for too long. I feel that I won't need to stay in the training camp for more than a year, and then I will return to Jiangnan Base City."

Wu Hao and Zhang Ran exchanged a glance, and their hearts immediately tightened. To them, these words clearly meant that it would only take them a year to cultivate to the level of a War God!

At that time, not only will we not need their protection, but it will be an honor to even order them to provide it. Many war gods will be eager to do this job! Protect the inspector's family!

Not to mention the powerful backing of those who surpass even the God of War, they can also receive guidance. Inspector Wang in the training camp has it very easy, while those Gods of War need a massive amount of contribution points and mission points just to be consulted once.

They went there and had no intention of coming back!

Zhang Ran replied earnestly, "Don't worry, we will definitely protect them!"

Ning Ze smiled brightly, "I trust you two." He hesitated slightly, then added, "There are also the family members of the new student Luo Feng there. He offended the Vultures couple before, so please help look after them as well."

"If they dare to act recklessly in the martial arts community of my Extreme Martial Arts Academy, we will definitely take them to court. Even if the Vultures come in person, we will not allow any martial arts family members to be harmed!" Wu Hao made a firm and powerful guarantee, as if this was not a bother for them, but something they should do.

"Thank you both very much."

Ning Ze felt reassured. With two war gods still in the base city, even if the Wang family sent assassins, it wouldn't matter. The Wang family couldn't possibly send their war gods! This was a life-or-death situation; the Wang family didn't have that kind of power.

……

More than a month later.

In a pavilion next to Jiangnan Pavilion, cultivation and combat are the constant themes of the training camp.

In the training room on the second floor, a purple figure kept attacking another black figure, the light of the blade flashing like a falling moon.

That beautiful purple figure showed no signs of feminine weakness; instead, she exuded an aura of dominance, each strike powerful and relentless, each attack incredibly fierce.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Luo Feng could only grit his teeth and remain calm, analyzing how to defend himself. For a time, he had no power to resist.

With a clang, Luo Feng sensed something was wrong. Immediately afterward, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Looking ahead, he saw Jiang Fang standing on one leg, slowly lowering her other leg. Her face was as cold as ice, and she resembled a solitary purple bamboo in the snow.

"Your swordsmanship has improved somewhat, but it's still a bit short of perfection. Your speed training is quite good, though; you can now utilize your legs to generate power. However, when you go fast, your movements become disjointed, and the transitions between fast and slow are not smooth enough, affecting your combat rhythm. Once you've mastered it, I suggest you..." Jiang Fang was giving Luo Feng pointers as usual, but he stopped there.

Listen to Luo Feng's chest area, what's your suggestion? Every piece of advice from Teacher Jiang Fang has been very helpful to him, what is it this time?

Jiang Fang paused for a moment, her eyes filled with complex emotions, before continuing, "I suggest you buy 'Whirlwind Force.' This is a body defense manual created by your senior, Ning Ze. Once you successfully master it, your speed, defense, and strength will all increase along with your power level, completely equivalent to the level of power you can reach after exerting your full strength. For example, if your current physical strength exceeds 2 kilograms, after exerting 2.8 times your strength, it will approach 6 kilograms. As long as you learn this manual, your strength will be no different from that of an ordinary war god. At most, your stamina will be consumed a little faster, but compared to saving your life, that's nothing."

"Brother Ning?" Luo Feng murmured, repeating the question, then nodded earnestly. "Thank you, teacher. I will buy it."

Jiang Fang continued expressionlessly, "If you are confident enough in your talent, you can also purchase the advanced version of 'Ninefold Thunder Blade,' which can improve your basic power generation."

"You're currently at the third level, possessing three additional layers of power, but each layer represents 70% of your original strength, totaling 2.8 times. If you can master the advanced version of the 'Ninefold Thunder Blade,' you'll also gain three additional layers of power, but each layer will be 100% of your original strength. With these three additional layers, your power output will be 4!"

"Therefore, it's even higher than your successful cultivation of the fourth level, and even reaching the fifth level only takes a short time with a score of 4.2. The improved 'Ninefold Thunder Blade' only requires the third level. However, this manual is extremely difficult, even more difficult than the simple 'Ninefold Thunder Blade.' It tests one's comprehension. If you want to cultivate it, remember this well, ugh..."

Jiang Fang suddenly bent over, covered her mouth, and started dry heaving. She was completely stunned. How could a war goddess like her feel nauseous and dry heave?

A thought flashed through her mind, and she realized a possibility. Her eyes became anxious and she seemed at a loss, like a cute little girl who had made a mistake.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Luo Feng asked with concern.

"Remember not to be too deliberate; haste makes waste. It tests your understanding more than anything else. I'm not feeling well, so I'll stop here for today."

As she spoke, Jiang Fang covered her mouth and walked outside. She ran somewhat awkwardly, completely lacking her previous decisiveness and the clean and efficient manner of a martial artist.

Luo Feng felt something was off. He felt that Jiang Fang was acting like a shy little girl. "Is it just my imagination?" he muttered to himself, then shook his head and continued his cultivation.

Jiang Fang had already run out the door when a white figure appeared in front of her. The figure seemed slow but was actually fast, covering more than ten meters in a single step, giving the impression of being close yet worlds apart.

He was handsome with bright eyes, his bangs swaying gently, and his white combat uniform fluttering in the wind, making him appear as if he were riding the wind.

"Sister Fang."

Ning Ze greeted her with a smile. He had just come out of the Trial Tower and ran into Jiang Fang, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. She seemed to have become even more beautiful, but the way she ran looked a little strange. It actually reminded him of Xiao Guai? Was this the expression Jiang Fang should have?

Jiang Fang was startled by the voice. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was Ning Ze. She was a little stunned. She wanted to ignore him, but she couldn't suppress her anger. She glared at him fiercely, rolled her eyes, and quickly left.

Ning Ze felt somewhat confused. Was glaring and rolling his eyes a way of greeting someone? What had he done wrong?

Even if you're going to glare at him, it should be when the two of you are fighting. He really didn't hold back. It's been almost two months since you started glaring at him. In that time, you could circle the earth several times over.

"Ha~ women."

Ning Ze smiled and shook his head, continuing to walk towards Jiangnan Pavilion.

Trying to guess what a woman is thinking is incredibly foolish. Even if you guess correctly one second, her thoughts might change the next, making your guess wrong.

I returned to my attic.

Jiang Fang closed the door and went into the bedroom. She sat on the bed, her hands covering her lower abdomen, and stared blankly into space.

She had sensed something was off about her lately; after all, she was a war goddess with strong control over her body. But it was her first time being a woman, and she didn't know what changes would occur afterward. Fortunately, it didn't seem to have much of an impact, so she didn't pay much attention to it and didn't even consider the possibility of pregnancy.

With advancements in genetics, the selection process during conception becomes more stringent, making it extremely difficult for even the most ambitious couples to conceive. Some couples have only one child after twenty years of marriage!

It was only once for them, and she was in a daze at the time, so she didn't even consider the issue.

But how could she not have thought of this obvious reaction from her body today?

Immersed in her senses, she felt her body's nutrients and energy being absorbed, very faintly, only a trace, but the feeling of life being nurtured was very clear.

This feeling is very mysterious. She doesn't feel it when she doesn't know it, but when she does, she becomes absolutely certain.

"I am pregnant."

Jiang Fang bit her lip tightly, looking pitiful, and her figure appeared very thin.

Her eyes seemed to be laughing, yet also somewhat crying; her expression was one of extreme embarrassment and anger, which then turned into surprise and caution.

Jiang Fang gently stroked her lower abdomen, her pink face radiating maternal glow. No matter what, a child is always a gift from heaven, and of course she would never have the inhuman thought of aborting it.

"Baby, Mommy won't be alone anymore..." Jiang Fang murmured softly. After a long while, she looked around and muttered, "It's time to leave this place."

Ning Ze was completely unaware of this. Even war generals and war gods were only slightly more perceptive than ordinary people, and they still needed to supplement their energy through food.

(End of this chapter)