Chapter 192: Death Match
Yang Sheng seemed to be very concerned about the altar. From the place where the altar was built, he circled around the altar on horseback, back and forth… Behind him were several lamas, one of whom I recognized as the one who had used his spiritual power to search for Chen Chengyi.
At that time, he was in a very high position, but now he seems to be the lowest follower, following behind several other lamas… Then they all followed Yang Sheng, circling around the altar while giving orders and talking.
It has nothing to do with the tragic events on the battlefield.
Yes, what do they care? These people who are participating in the melee are nothing more than half-dead people created by Yang Sheng… Even if the price is high, it is a material existence that can be measured…
Without a growth process, without the effort of nurturing, without the companionship of affection along the way… then it would only be a pity not to cherish… because it is precisely these things that cannot be measured.
Yang Sheng’s performance is nothing out of the ordinary… Unlike me, I see the courage of every soldier charging forward and spilling their blood on the battlefield, and my heart will tremble.
The battle continues silently… without being in it, you can’t really understand the severity of it… the warriors led by Master Hui on this side, originally outnumbered Yang Sheng’s elite half-dead people, and were at a disadvantage. After all, there were only a hundred or so of them, and they were facing hundreds of half-dead people… they were almost surrounded.
These monsters have almost no pain sensation… their vigorous metabolism allows them to heal their wounds extremely quickly… and they are extremely strong, so using their flesh and blood to collide with them is not an advantage at all.
What is the only thing that can support them? It can only be the unwavering faith in their hearts, the endless courage that comes from their beliefs…
The images are like a series of still frames… like slow motion in a movie, heart-wrenching and painful, but there is no way to avoid it…
A body builder with a long beard… rushed over with blood all over his body… Four or five half-dead people surrounded him in an instant, and their fists rained down on him… He gritted his teeth and endured, while blood trickled from the corners of his mouth… At this time, he refused to let go of the half-dead person he had grabbed… With the madness of mutual destruction, he slammed his head into him…
Not far from him, there was a relatively young monk… He fell to the ground, surrounded by seven or eight half-dead people… Their feet kept stomping on him… He grabbed one of their feet and pulled him to the ground… He wrapped his body around him… Then he raised his fist…
I don’t know where to look… It’s all like this, a heroic struggle to the death… It’s like this punch, and the next one won’t have a chance to be thrown… Silent, suppressed… the struggle for life…
I saw Master Hui, who was fighting at the front, whispering something. Judging from his lips, it seemed that killing one more person would give him a better chance.
At this time, it is a matter of calculating how many enemies have been killed, and there is a slight chance of survival… At this time, it is also the most unconcerned, because everything is remembered, but one forgets one’s own life…
Everyone in the Medical School began to get busy… the technique of turning injuries began to work non-stop… the clay figures in front of everyone began to crack more and more… I saw the faces of everyone in the Medical School begin to turn pale… in fact, if I remember correctly, the price of this technique of turning injuries is life!
And under the protection of the two veins of life and divination, the damage was slightly reduced… After all, it was a fight for the righteous… Under the seemingly merciless rule of heaven, there was a trace of mercy in it.
In this interlocking, mutually reinforcing protection… although the situation for warriors like Master Hui is tragic… no one has really fallen completely. This white spear has stopped Yang Sheng’s half-corpse men in their tracks…
On the contrary, Yang Sheng’s group has fallen down, and I don’t know how many… The white and bright red mixed on the snow… are all the bodies of these half-dead people…
In the first clash, it seemed that we had the upper hand… but from the stern expression of the old master… it was clear that our victory would not be easy. Everyone knew… that if we continued, sacrifices would be inevitable… even though we were prepared…
But does psychological preparation mean that there is no pain?
Judging from the battlefield arrangement, the old master is exceptionally good. He is not only a master of the universe, but also an excellent tactician. It must have taken a lot of bloodshed for the Snow Mountain Sect to rise to power, and only then did such a tactical heritage come into being. It is meticulous, taking into account all the details.
Even if I don’t understand these tactics, I understand that this is just the beginning… The old master is calm, but I can feel his burden from his seriousness.
Sure enough… over there, Yang Sheng’s people have made no progress, which has caused Wu Tian’s dissatisfaction… He rode his war horse and snorted… At this time, dozens of cultivators gathered around him, and I don’t know what they were doing.
Yang Sheng, who had been concerned about the progress of the altar, finally noticed this side… He turned around, nodded to Wu Tian, and suddenly shouted to the half-dead people fighting on the battlefield, “Plan B.”
What is the second plan? It’s just a few simple words… It suddenly made my heart heavy… I stared at the battlefield. At this time, I saw Yang Sheng’s men suddenly stop attacking, and one by one, they took out a small bottle from their pockets…
The sudden change made it impossible for Master Hui and the others to stop it in time… How long does it take to drink the contents of a small bottle?
The sound of “cracking” and “cracking” was the sound of the small bottles breaking… They weren’t thrown to the ground, but were crushed by Yang Sheng’s subordinates… I don’t know what liquid was in the small bottle… After Yang Sheng’s subordinates drank it, they had such a violent reaction!
In a short time, Master Hui and his men only had time to stop a dozen of Yang Sheng’s subordinates… the rest of them drank the liquid…
“Roar…” The reaction was immediate, and one of Yang Sheng’s subordinates immediately let out a beast-like roar… Then, as if in a heatwave, he tore off his clothes and also removed his mask…
Like a chain reaction… all of Yang Sheng’s subordinates had the same reaction, tearing off their clothes and removing their masks…
The faces under those masks no longer looked like human faces at all. The overgrown fangs formed a canine-like appearance, which had already distorted the faces. At that moment, the extreme changes continued…
At that moment, I saw the old village headmen one by one… because the flesh on the faces of Yang Sheng’s subordinates began to rot rapidly… and then new flesh began to grow… all at once crisscrossing, looking extremely terrifying…
The fangs and fingernails were also growing rapidly. They were screaming in pain, but they were powerless to stop it. Some of them were so unbearable that they rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands.
The sudden turn of events left Master Hui and the others at a loss. After all, such a horrific sight had happened to hundreds of people. It was as if they had suddenly been thrown into hell. As long as they were normal people, they would have a process of psychological acceptance!
Indeed, their pain is pitiful… However, this is the most brutal battlefield, where there is no room for pity in order to protect and persevere… After a slight hesitation, Master Hui and the other warriors still rushed forward without hesitation…
Their fists kept flying… But then a shocking scene appeared… Even though they were still in the throes of pain, these people seemed to have a subconscious reaction, and they were extremely fast, and were able to avoid Master Hui and the others’ fists…
Even if they couldn’t avoid it, Master Hui and the others couldn’t do much damage to these monsters with their strength… They just kept backing up… They let out a roar of unknown meaning, but no one fell again… It was even difficult to get injured.
Yang Sheng seemed to have anticipated this scene… He only glanced at the battlefield lightly, as if victory was certain to be his, and then turned his head again to care about his altar.
In contrast, Wu Tian had already gathered a group of cultivators at this time…surrounding the bloodstains left by the horses, they began to step on the steps under his leadership…
I don’t know what kind of result this change will bring, but looking at this earth-shattering movement… this state that cannot be broken, I can’t help but feel a little anxious. At this time… the people who set up the formation, led by Uncle Wang, are still praying… the mysterious symbol on his forehead gradually and strangely fades away…
But what does it mean? I have no idea… I only know that because of this inexplicable blood sacrifice, even the formation of the array has temporarily stalled…
I felt helpless… my eyes fell on the old master, but his eyes fell on the angry Vajra… He didn’t look at me, but said to himself, “These are all Company A’s death squads, talented orphans that Company A has recruited from all over… As a big trump card for Company A company’s big trump card… I didn’t expect them to be so generous, giving Yang Sheng so much in one go… These people are pitiful. They were brainwashed from a young age, and they will only work for Company A, even if it means giving their lives… Why am I saying this? It’s because of the liquid they drank.”
“What is it?” I asked in a low voice.
At this time on the battlefield, there were already Yang Sheng’s subordinates, and their shouts gradually began to become low-pitched… no longer as crazy as before, the parts of the flesh on their faces that were no longer decaying had also turned into that deep black color, but were dry… stuck to their faces… there was an inexplicable sense of toughness.
It reminded me of the limbs of the old wolf that had evolved… the muscles that were said to be the strongest… even the face was evolving, but what about the body? I had never looked, and I couldn’t avoid the glaring blackness.
There were also sharp fangs and sharp claws… I knew that evolution was almost complete.
“That is the most potent transformation liquid… the one I mentioned earlier, which can almost instantly drain a person’s life, leaving them to live for only an hour or so… If it weren’t for the death warriors of Company A, who would drink that liquid? They are pitiful… but they are already beyond redemption. Next, there will be a fierce battle. Because…” The old master gradually stopped talking.
In the middle of the battlefield, the warriors were still trying to bring down these monsters without giving up… but it was useless. Their instincts were too fast… and their ability to withstand blows was too strong… it was useless to expend a little effort. How heartbreaking is that?
“Because of what?” My voice began to tremble a little… I felt that I had to pursue this question.
“Because these people are death fighters, and aren’t our people death fighters as well? When this statue of King Kong was erected… it already represented a determination to die, to use one’s life to withstand the unbearable power! Do you know what nickname this King Kong has in private?” The old master’s voice also contained deep sorrow. He finally looked away from the statue of King Kong with a furious expression and looked up at the snow-covered sky…
The snow had become very heavy at this moment… The hot blood that fell on the snow was covered by the fluffy snowflakes, covering the people who were standing still… The snowflakes on my shoulders and the old master’s shoulders were full… I don’t know why, but tears began to fill my eyes… In the blurred vision, I saw the figure of Master Hui vigorously waving his fists.
I was in mourning… The sound kept ringing in my ears: “I want to eat eggs.” “Porcelain Horse Erling.” “I want to fight you one-on-one.”
How heroic he is on the battlefield at this moment! Compared to me, Huigen is much quieter… only the dragon on his arm seems to be coming to life… because his muscles are trembling.
The old master’s voice finally reached my ears at this moment: “His nickname is actually called the Weeping Vajra… If you borrow its power, it will definitely shed tears.
In the blurred tears, I saw that the angry eyes of the Vajra, which had seemed to come to life, had quietly changed. The eyes that should have been wide open and glaring at all the evil in the world had gradually lowered. The sharp eyes had become exceptionally compassionate, as if a person was about to shed tears.
“Of course it is benevolent, it can lend infinite power… as long as life can bear it, it will help you to eliminate the evils of the world… However, the laws of nature cannot be violated, and using infinite power that is not one’s own will naturally have a price… the human body cannot bear this, it can only bear it by burning vitality, and it will also bring irreversible damage… therefore, it grieves for those who lend it power, it is called the Sad Tears Vajra.” The old master’s voice was distant, as if telling a story.
“No…” My tears once again slid down my face, and they instantly turned from hot to cold… But I knew that this would not stop… Sacrifice was inevitable, inevitable…
In the blur, I saw the figure of Master Hui… He didn’t turn around, and I saw another person sitting at the forefront of the battlefield, very leisurely and calm, with the familiar pipe in his mouth… His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, on the comrade who had been by his side for decades…
They kept challenging each other, but never actually fought. In fact, everyone knew that they often fought together, life and death.
Now, he is standing in the front, starting the first battle… He watches him with a calm gaze.
“Master…” my fist tightened quietly…
At this moment… Yang Sheng’s subordinate finally had the first person to complete the transformation… He suddenly roared without warning, and suddenly embraced the warrior who was attacking him… His nails often pierced into the warrior’s flesh…
Then he bit down… He raised his head, and a spray of blood flew up… A piece of flesh was torn apart…