Cosmic Demon

Chapter 237 Ultimate Weapon: Anti-Armor vs. Blood Hand!
The interior scenes appeared to turn black and white.

Qin Shi was indeed outmatched in challenging two dedicated soldiers who were also experts in individual combat tactics.

The impressive stats proved ineffective, and even the four limits couldn't withstand the pincer attack from a formidable adversary.

Each time they fought, Qin Shi would be completely "killed" after only a few rounds.

Everything went black, so we had to start over.

This cycle repeats over and over again.

It feels like playing a Souls-like game on hellish difficulty.

Jiang Shijie's ability to break through defenses, combined with Lin Xiong's solid defense.

They launched their offensive, like a mobile war fortress.

This made it almost impossible for Qin Shi to find any weaknesses or flaws.

The most despairing thing is that the two of them serve in the same Seventh Battle Group. They are well-trained, coordinate well, and can even cooperate in combat tactics, which can play a huge role that is greater than the sum of its parts.

"The true stage for the new martial arts faction is indeed the grand battlefield. It's about showcasing unit types through tactics!"

He died tragically dozens of times before and after the Qin Dynasty, and his consciousness, like an empty pool, fell into a state of lethargy.

He paused his "armor stacking," gasped for breath, and began practicing the "Void Meditation Method."

The ancient mirror reflects one's own image, regulates mental fluctuations, and ensures a stable mind.

"Don't you think this way of getting beaten is too slow?"

Super Xiao He, returning from mining with a pickaxe, went back to the big tree and glanced sideways at Qin Shi, who was sprawled on the ground, looking like someone who had exhausted himself.

The latter, struggling even to move a finger, asked lazily:

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Super Little He offered his advice, stepping forward to say:
"Your mental state is different now. Since you've already marked the target, why not project and copy it a few more times? If you get beaten by two people, you'll die once. If you get beaten by a group of people, you'll only die once."

Qin Shi's temple throbbed with a freakish glint in his eye; what a terrible idea!

It's difficult to deal with even two, let alone a group. Wouldn't they be instantly killed as soon as they show their faces?

"Anyway, you're just stacking armor, increasing your stats, and then activating the 'Military Strategy' node. Whether you win or lose, it doesn't matter."

Super Little He patiently guided him.

"Back then, He Lanchan trained himself in this way. He would use the Void Mirror to reflect seven or eight opponents at once, enjoying the thrill of being ganged up on."

I remember the moment he achieved a spiritual breakthrough and manifested his divine power; it reflected hundreds of 'Qi Wuxiang' figures, almost causing his sea of ​​consciousness to collapse.

Fight a hundred Qi Wuxiangs?
Qin Shi's lips twitched.

It seems that Lao He really considers Qi Wuxiang his lifelong nemesis.

The first thing the spirit manifests is to reflect on its old rival, wanting to show off its power.

"Let me rest for a bit, then I'll arrange a fight with a real person to test my skills."

Qin Shi let out a long sigh and left the interior.

The two-hour meditation left him extremely exhausted.

The swirling smoke inside the room surged towards the mortal body like a whale sucking in water.

Qin Shi, who had been drowsy, suddenly perked up, his eyes gradually brightening.

The special incense made by Nanhuang Taoist Temple has extraordinary effects. Its wisps enter the chest and abdomen through the nasal cavity, like clusters of warm currents spreading out, awakening the dormant vitality of the flesh and blood, and nourishing the sea of ​​consciousness.

After resting for about forty minutes, Qin Shi recovered to 80% of his previous condition.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his agent, Lin Yunqing.

[Qin's Moon: Teacher Lin, are you still in Tai'an?]

Less than twenty seconds.

[Soft Rabbit: I'm here. I heard you're back. When are we going out for dinner?]

[Qin Shi: Teacher Lin, have you been busy lately? I heard you're working on your graduation thesis?]

He chatted casually, not particularly engaging.

Lin Yunqing is a senior student in the Department of Spiritual Energy at Qiguang Hengda University.

I'm facing graduation this year.

Unlike martial arts, it emphasizes the development of vitality and the mastery of practical combat techniques.

The psychic path focuses more on spiritual exploration, honing the mind, and descending into the "depth" of the Netherworld, which determines whether one passes the exam based on their score.

Even someone like Lin Yunqing, who chose archaeology as her major, still needs to pass this assessment.

[Soft Bunny: No, no, it's almost done. I'm free anytime!]

[Soft Bunny: Little Soybean Man Grinning.JPG]

[Qin Shi: I'd like to ask Teacher Lin to be my manager and arrange a meeting with Lin Xiong of the 7th Battle Group's Wind Scythe Sequence Army.]

[Soft Bunny: Shall we fight?]

[Qin Shi: My sparring partner. He owes me a request.]

[Soft Bunny: Okay! Are you preparing to break through to the Specialist level?]

[Qin Shi: Hmm.]

[Soft Rabbit: Soybean Man Worship.JPG]

[Soft Rabbit: Go for it! Help me beat Yu Li to a pulp at the Stars Cup!]

Qin Shi replied with a final "Okay" and then put away his mobile phone.

He did not tell Lin Yunqing that he had already met Yu Li and "fought" with him.

Since I promised to teach that person, the champion of the junior group of the Star Cup, a leader of the new generation, a lesson.

Then I definitely have to do it before I speak.

"A three-legged balance! All that's missing is an upgrade in the mortal body's stats to bear these legacies!"

Qin Shi inhaled deeply, the powerful pulling force causing the incense to shorten rapidly; at the same time, he looked inward at his body, observing the inheritance marks that seemed to be engraved within him.

Currently, the "Void Meditation Method" is the most beneficial, followed by the Hundred Aspects Refinement and Body Cultivation Furnace.

They resemble three runes swirling and moving. If the "Strategic Warfare" is raised to three hundred levels, it can form a perfect structure of four pillars supporting the mortal body.

……

……

"Me, be that kid's sparring partner?"

In the guesthouse on Old Factory Street, Lin Xiong's burly body lay on a small bed, muttering to himself:

"What? That kid's planning to cram at the last minute and become a professional? Even if he is a professional, he still can't beat you, Old Jiang."

Lin Xiong shifted his gaze to Jiang Shijie, clearly recognizing the other's strength.

"It's hard to say. I had Hera check Qin Shi's record, and he has basically never lost."

Jiang Shijie pondered for a moment, then said in a vacant tone:

"Since he was able to get first place in Hengzhou, it means that he is not only highly talented, but also has excellent combat skills. Moreover, he has a record of breaking through the professional barrier, and his opponent was Zhou Yuanchen from the Central City Education Department."

Wu Yong sat on the ground; he had lost a rock-paper-scissors game to Lin Xiong and had to sleep on the floor.

The three men huddled together in the guesthouse room, making it hard to believe that they were the elite soldiers of the 7th Battle Group's Wind Scythe Sequence Army.

"Zhou Yuanchen had just entered the professional field back then and hadn't even formed a field yet. Old Jiang, you're different; you're almost completely condensing and refining your characteristics."

I simply don't believe that the elite troops from our Seventh Battle Group can't even defeat a high school student.
"That doesn't make sense... Seriously, can't we find a better hotel? This room is tiny, like a can; it's hard to even turn around."

Wu Yong complained.

"Funding for travel is limited."

Jiang Shijie shrugged. He came from the best background among the three, so he was used to staying in a guesthouse.

“If the three of us chip in, we can almost reach 100,000 yuan. Old Li sacrificed his life, and now his younger sister is left without anyone to take care of her; she still needs to go to university…”

Wu Yong shut up; their team originally had six people.

Two soldiers were killed and one was seriously wounded and retired during the encirclement and suppression campaign in conjunction with the Great Expedition.

This is common practice within the warband.

The Great Expedition, which lasted for several thousand years, was of unimaginable intensity, and the casualty rate was naturally high.

Later, a rule was passed down.

All conscripted soldiers are assigned based on their years of service and personal merits.

Gold, silver, and bronze buttons were fastened to the collar of the military uniform.

Soldiers who can obtain more than five silver buckles.

They can be described as battle-hardened soldiers who crawled out of hell.

If you get three gold buckles, you're practically an Iron Man.

Even the division-level generals deserve respect. The Great Expedition forged the abundant martial spirit and iron-blooded military soul of the new Eastern Xia.

It cannot be shaken by anyone.

In any battle, if you want genuine recognition, neither the halo of family background nor the prestige of a prestigious school can compare to real combat achievements!

“Old Lin, you should investigate. I always felt that kid was strange. He traversed two paths, and he didn’t neglect either spiritual cultivation or physical strength.”

Wu Yong rested his hands behind his head and encouraged Lin Xiong:

“If the three of us are all defeated and return to the ranks, who knows how much we’ll be laughed at. Chiang Kai-shek must protect our dignity, and even the dignity of the Seventh Regiment.”

Lin Xiong seemed encouraged, and sat up from the creaking wooden bed, put on his shoes, and prepared to go out.

But as soon as he lifted his buttocks, Wu Yong, who was sleeping on the floor, rolled back onto his bed and slowly said:

"Go and come back quickly, and be careful not to hurt them. That grandmaster from the Southern Huang Martial Arts Academy is terrifying; he's ranked in the top fifteen of the Galactic Power Ranking."

Looking at Wu Yong lying on his bed, Lin Xiong raised his fist and threatened:
"If you dare to take your pants off to sleep, I'll strangle you!"

……

……

Lin Xiong got into the Hanhai Conqueror, driven by a beautiful woman.

He sat upright and did not say much. The Seventh Regiment had strict military discipline and rarely had any scoundrels or slickers.

After being dropped off at the entrance of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, Lin Xiong got out of the car and strode towards the entrance, where he happened to encounter an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

The other person was of medium height, with bronze skin and a crew cut with a few stray white hairs.

Lin Xiong glanced at him again, and for some reason felt like an electric shock running through his body, a chill rising from his spine.

The burly and majestic gorilla captain instantly transformed into a fluffy little cat.

Which warband?

Old Liang glanced up and said.

"Seventh Battle Group, Wind Scythe Order of Forces!"

Lin Xiong subconsciously brought his heels together and his toes apart, as if facing a question from his superior.

"A level three combat soldier, not bad. Who are you looking for?"

Old Liang asked again.

"Um... I'll be your sparring partner, for Qin."

Lin Xiong was also puzzled as to why his aura suddenly seemed inferior.

"Go ahead, go ahead. The individual strength of the Seventh Battle Group... well, it's passable, enough."

Looking at Lin Xiong's large frame, Lao Liang thought for a moment and then took back his assessment of him as "ordinary stuff".

He also had a few old acquaintances in the Seventh Battle Group, so he had to give them some face.

"By the way, is Zhao Han still at the 7th Battle Group headquarters?"

Old Liang asked again.

"Commander Zhao just retired last year, and because of a recurrence of an old injury, he went back to Haizhou for recuperation."

Lin Xiong's doubts grew stronger.

Who's this guy?

How could he possibly know Commander Zhao of the 7th Regiment, who was known as the "God of Artillery"?
"I'm getting old, it's time to enjoy my retirement."

Old Liang felt a deep sense of loss; he figured that all the familiar faces he knew from back then had probably retired.

He waved his hand and stepped out of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Hall.

I just taught Xiao Qin some individual combat techniques; I don't know if they'll be useful.

"The Tai'an metropolitan area is truly a place where hidden talents abound."

Lin Xiong never expected that he would run into an uncle who seemed to be a veteran of the battle group just by going out.

After this little incident, he was led to the training room by Xuanming.

In that metal room, which was as big as half a football field, Qin Shi was wearing training clothes. Having experienced dozens of deaths, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"This kid has a sharp edge!"

Lin Xiong's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but grin.

“That’s what makes it fun!”

He clashed his left fist and right palm together heavily and asked:

How do you want to train?

Qin Shi loosened his mortal body, and his muscles slowly began to move, causing his training clothes to ripple and wave, and his joints to crackle and pop, making a very clear sound.

"You've gone completely mad, you little brat!"

Lin Xiong stomped his foot, unlike martial arts practitioners who fight in a ring and need to assume a power-gathering posture.

He charged straight ahead, the incredibly thick metal ground trembled violently, like a cannonball crashing down!

New martial arts style, military style, heavy artillery steps!

Like the imposing figure of a gorilla, it's as if it's launching itself!

His entire body resembled a solid iron ball fired from a cannon barrel, generating intense wind pressure!
With his five fingers clenched into a fist, he exerted terrifying force, causing his muscles to expand rapidly and tear open the tight cuffs!

"Blast you!"

Lin Xiong, an elite soldier, had no concept of martial ethics in his mind.

In a fight, whoever stands at the end wins!
“I’ve seen this kind of opening move sixteen times.”

Qin Shi's hair flew wildly, and his mortal body instinctively activated the Body Cultivation Furnace. The scorching heat surged and billowed, as if a powerful force was pulling him sideways.

Bang!
The airflow exploded with a roar, like two raging waves shooting out!
"Junior Brother Qin's progress is terrifyingly fast."

Ren You, who was watching the game, stood in a corner outside the arena, watching the constantly flashing blurry afterimages.

It's like two lines that keep accelerating, chasing and colliding with each other.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

Qin Shi and Lin Xiong engaged in a pure hand-to-hand combat, using only fists, feet, knees, and elbows to exchange blows, without any fancy moves.

Like two ultimate weapons, they displayed their destructive power in various ways!

Amidst this rapid entanglement and clash, Qin Shi's breathing remained steady.

The mortal body was steaming and spewing out intense heat, and the loose training clothes dragged out a white phantom, trying to suppress the frenzied onslaught of Lin Xiong.

"His field is... counter-vibration?"

In less than two minutes, Qin Shi and Lin Xiong exchanged hundreds of blows, filling the entire room with intense sounds.

As the seconds ticked by, he gradually discovered that the speed at which his body was dissolving and transforming the power of the bear's fists and feet was getting slower and slower.

Every time the mortal body exerts force, the muscles and bones tremble and vibrate, like a large piece of steel being struck and making a buzzing sound.

"My punches are slower than before, and my movements are slower too..."

Qin Shi felt as if his limbs were being torn apart and shredded, and he gradually lost the ability to maintain his unity.

"A professional-grade field is really difficult to deal with!"

During the battle replay, whenever Lin Xiong and Jiang Shijie unleashed their specialized-level unique fields, Qin Shi could only suffer a regrettable defeat.

"Tanks equipped with anti-armor are really tough to deal with!"

Qin Shi took a deep breath. The cultivation furnace roared, and the scorching white smoke drifted and swirled like ribbons, slowly dissipating.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, causing the metal floor to tremble violently and the air to churn like a tsunami!
"A solution I came up with after dying more than ten times! Let's see how it works!"

Qin Shi clenched his right palm into a fist, absorbing the power of wind and fire, as if lifting up the blazing sun, and struck at Lin Xiong, who relied on the "Pure Steel Whale Armor" to withstand any attack head-on.

The latter initially didn't take it seriously and was about to step forward to meet the attack, believing that his specialized-level domain could never be broken by Qin Shi with his bare hands.

But just as that punch was about to land, Lin Xiong's expression changed drastically!

"how come!"

He quickly covered his head with his hands to protect his face, and his burly body curled up.

boom!
Qin Shi's four limits were squeezed to the limit, and his muscles, bones and skin were activated. He swallowed Lin Xiong's counterattack force in one gulp.

It was as if explosives had been thrown into the body-cultivating furnace, and with a whoosh, it was about to shatter the entire body.

In an instant, he activated the Hundred Aspects Refining Technique to seize this power!

He suddenly punched out using the knuckles!

So thrilling, so powerful!
Lin Xiong was stunned and immediately switched to defensive mode!

Bang!
Its robust body held firm, like a rock standing in the middle of the river.

But it didn't last long before his back slammed heavily against the metal wall.

It pressed so hard that it created a dent in the human figure!
(End of this chapter)