The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 615 Shen Le: Wait! I don't want to be a Saint Seiya!!!

Shen Le's heart pounded wildly.

He had fought against such divine beasts before. Just a few months ago, he had confronted and fought against the descendants of the firebirds that had broken out of the seal in the Middle East.

Beneath the firebird's wings, the flapping seawater rose like walls, and the flames it generated could easily incinerate a modern warship. At that time, he wasn't afraid, and he fought the enemy to a standstill…

However, at that time, he was standing in Yun Kun's cabin, with Yun Kun supporting and protecting him, and a miniature nuclear reactor as a power source.

Given Yun Kun's personality, even if he were to die, this Ming Dynasty warship would be burned first, and then it would be his turn!
But now, he was all alone, floating in the air facing this strange beast from the snow-capped mountains. There was no cover in front, no protection behind, no support beneath his feet, and no comrades beside him…

Can you beat it?

No, at least, can you escape?

First, you need to get to the ground! As long as you stand firmly on the earth, you can draw upon the power of the mountains. At the very least, you can sink into the ground and travel along the earth's veins!
Shen Le tentatively descended. The moment he moved, the beast's dark blue eyes were fixed on him, its nostrils flaring as if it were sniffing his scent;
With a soft flap of its wings, the valley trembled, and snow mist rolled down the mountains. What appeared to the giant beast as a small patch, barely covering its feet, surged towards Shen Le—

Even though he was still about ten feet off the ground, the surging snow waves had already obscured the sky above him, making it difficult for him to breathe!
With such a massive avalanche, if you were caught in it and tumbled downhill, you would be dead!
Shen Le urgently pulled upwards. A gale swept him up from the ground, propelling him at high speed through the sky, forcefully creating an upward crest amidst the snow waves, like a snow-white firework soaring into the air and exploding.

He shot up a hundred meters in one go before his shock subsided and he looked down.

The snow waves rolled beneath our feet, still unstoppable. The accumulated snow, like a dragon, swept down, carrying stones half a person's height and ice blocks the size of houses, faster and faster, wider and wider.

Even after bursting off the cliff and plunging down into a snow waterfall, it continued to rush for a long time, crashing onto the hillside below and stirring up huge clouds of snow mist, turning the entire hillside into a boiling pot...

Thank goodness I wasn't swept away, otherwise I wouldn't be alive.
Shen Le had just breathed a sigh of relief when his body was suddenly thrown backward, swept by the gust of wind and slammed violently against the rock wall. Oh no!
The mountain wind is biting; I shouldn't have been distracted!

Even without the control of the strange beasts, the instantaneous maximum wind force here can reach level 10, 11, or even 12. I have to be fully focused even in the wind tunnel. How can I be distracted on this mountaintop where no one is helping me control the wind or protecting me?!

He quickly focused his mind, activated the wind talisman, and controlled the howling wind around him. He first wove it into a dense net, enveloping himself to prevent the strong wind from taking away his body heat;
Expand your mental power further, and reverse the mountain winds that are a little further away, so that they surround you and support you, instead of blowing and crashing around you in all directions.
Finally, pillars of wind condensed around him, ready to engulf the oncoming gale at any time, or to be launched out as wind blades to attack the snow mountain beasts!
These movements sound complicated, but in reality, they only take a few thoughts to execute. Once Shen Le had stabilized himself, hovering peacefully in the air with twelve pillars of wind swirling around him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his vision went dark.
The enormous snow mountain beast slowly lowered its head, its dark blue eyes reflecting Shen Le's figure. It sniffed the air a few times, and then actually raised its paw...

Raise your claws...

I quickly took a picture!
Its body was as huge as a small mountain, but its strike was as fast as lightning. Shen Le's vision blurred, and before he could react, he was propelled upwards and crashed headfirst into the wall of the surrounding whirlwind.

Half of his body was embedded in the wind ball, and he watched helplessly as the claws got closer and closer, the downy hairs on the wind ball being pressed down, and the deep cracks between the paw pads becoming flat and shallow under the pressure of the wind ball.

Even more terrifying was the sight of those gleaming, cold claws that suddenly sprang out, embedding themselves in the wind sphere and slicing down—

"open!!!"

Shen Le felt all the blood rush to his head. He raised his hands above his head and pushed upwards with all his might. The twelve pillars of wind spun rapidly, gathered, and converged beneath the descending claw, pushing upwards with all their might!
boom! ! !
With a deafening roar, the giant beast raised its heavy claws high, while Shen Le—who was wrapped in the whirlwind—plunged rapidly to the ground, even bouncing a few times before tumbling and crashing into the valley.

After rolling twice, Shen Le finally regained control of the whirlwind, floating himself back into the air, his face pale.

Damn it!

This strange beast—this beast that looks a bit like a big cat—is it going to use me as a tennis racket?!
Moreover, the difference between floating on a snow-capped mountain and floating in a wind tunnel is just too great!

The wind on the snow-capped mountain is inherently fierce, rapid, and unpredictable. Compared to the ease with which he navigated the wind tunnel, the wind here required 80% of Shen Le's concentration just to keep his balance and avoid being slammed into the mountain wall...

However, just as they regained their footing, the claw came again!

here we go again!!!
Raise it high, then slap it down. This time, it's not vertical, but rather the nail pops out halfway, then retracts halfway, and flicks it very lightly from the upper right to the lower left.

This time, the claws didn't shatter the wind ball, but Shen Le was spun around and thrown high into the air, flying towards the top of the mountain!

"what--"

Shen Le couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs. His perspective spun rapidly; the sky, the earth, and the snow-capped mountains shifted wildly in his view, seemingly rotating thirty to fifty times in a single second—

After spinning around for only a few times, Shen Le began to feel dizzy, her vision blurred, and most importantly, her stomach was churning. She felt like the food she had eaten that morning could come out of her mouth and nose at any moment.

Shen Le dared not close his eyes at all, and could only desperately call upon the long wind in the sky to come and envelop him, protect him, and push him upwards, quickly taking him away from the giant beast's attack range—

"Ahhhh!"

bump!
"Ahhhh!"

bump!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The giant beast seemed to have developed a great deal of interest in Shen Le, or rather, Shen Leqiu, and stretched out its claws to poke and pat it.

On the first strike, Shen Le spun rapidly inside the whirlpool, bouncing around like a popping bean, barely managing to keep the whirlpool covering his entire body from breaking.
With the second strike, Shen Le forcefully condensed a whirlwind, tightly wrapping his entire body around it. Although he was still being hit around, at least he wasn't crashing around inside the whirlwind.
With the third strike, Shen Le used the momentum of the giant beast's blow to soar high into the air like a cannonball, rushing towards the mountain peak in an attempt to escape—first escape, then figure out a way out!
The wind whistled. Fortunately, Shen Le had practiced in the wind tunnel for more than half a month, which allowed him to control the whirlwind around him and protect the wind ball from being scattered.

However, at the foot of the mountain, behind the drone's camera, two groups of people were stunned:
"How can we save this?"

Is there any way to save this?

"Is this person still alive?"

"Still alive, huh..." A technician stared at the rapidly advancing red line and the constantly changing numbers on the screen, his tone uncertain.

"From a force analysis perspective, the trajectory of his flight doesn't conform to the natural parabola produced by being struck... Look at this blue line and this red line, they're getting further and further apart, indicating that he's still driving the air's movement..."

"But how do we save them?"

Sorry, I don't know. The technician took his hands off the keyboard, shrugged, and spread his hands.

In the current situation, expecting a drone to quickly rush over, grab the person, and leave is too difficult!

Firstly, drones lack a grasping function. Secondly, even if drones had a grasping function, accurately grabbing a target and carrying a person away while moving at high speed is beyond the current operational precision requirements.

After being knocked away for the third time, Shen Le struggled to accelerate, soaring high into the air, attempting to clear the mountain peak. One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters—

Break through the clouds, break through the wind and snow, rush to the top of the mountain, and then fall down from the other side... Or rush to the top of the mountain, quickly blend into the mountain, and then figure out how to fight this guy!
As Shen Le spun rapidly, he unleashed his mental power, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope. The sunlight overhead grew brighter, and the fog and snow could no longer obscure his vision. It seemed he was on the verge of escaping the clutches of evil and fleeing for his life!

*Thud*—The giant beast leaped lightly. Despite being as tall as a small mountain, it jumped with extraordinary ease, without even shaking the snow beneath its feet.

It simply crouched slightly, then planted its limbs on the ground and extended its spine. It floated up lightly, leaping three, five, or even ten times its own height, extended its claws, and slapped down—

"what--"

Shen Le plummeted!

It left a long trail of snow, piercing through the clouds and mist, and crashed diagonally down the hillside. But this time, it didn't crash onto the front of the hillside, towards the direction the Special Affairs Bureau guys were watching closely; instead, it crashed onto the back of the hillside, directly out of their sight!
"Holy crap—Awoooooo?!?!"

The two Secret Service agents gasped in unison. Before their initial shout could even finish, it abruptly turned into a drawn-out, infinitely surprised tone:

Shen Le charged forward against the current, tracing an unexpected curve, and surged straight up to the mountaintop.

He placed his hands in front of him, one in front of the other, as if holding a long knife. He swung his left arm back and his right arm forward, using all his strength to turn to the left!
In an instant, a semi-transparent, ethereal yet sharp beam of light pierced through layers of clouds, shooting downwards towards the direction of the snow mountain beast.

The beast's outstretched wings were instantly cut off in half, turning into wisps of snow that tumbled and dispersed into the misty mountains...

"Wow……"

The two special agents and the command center behind the drone's camera exclaimed in unison in amazement.

That's incredible fighting power!

How could a living, normal person use such a move?!
In any case, being able to fight back is better than being used as a ball by the opponent. The two young men relaxed a little, but were still on edge, craning their necks to watch.

After Shen Le unleashed his slash, he frowned:

No.

That does not work.

Using talismans to control the wind, and then condensing the twelve wind pillars into one, to unleash a single strike, is certainly grand enough, but not sharp enough.

The blade's wind swept across, but it didn't cut down the beast's true form, only its condensed outer appearance. The beast could conjure these clouds of mist at any time; they wouldn't harm its true body at all!
There must be a stronger spell... or rather, there must be a stronger way to channel it... For example, wouldn't it be better to hold a long sword and slash forward right now?
Unfortunately, the Mo Dao cannot be taken out now...

Suspended in mid-air, treading on wind and clouds, even drawing his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), he worried it might fall and disappear. Moreover, while the Mo Dao was forged, the entire armor was not yet assembled, and its components had not yet fully awakened…

"Let me out!" The little oil lamp has made a huge fuss countless times.

[Let me hit it! Damn it, how dare it hit you! I'll chop it into a crisp!!!]

"Good boy, little boy, don't swear." Shen Le couldn't even free her hand to touch it, so she could only comfort it in her heart:

"Don't rush, let me fight it for a couple more rounds—it's strange, I don't sense any malice from it, let's not provoke it yet..."

Yes, although the beast raised its claws to pounce, Shen Le did not sense any malice or warning from the wind, the snow, or the snow-capped mountains.

It was as if the strange beast had merely been startled awake, looked up, saw the strange thing, and poked at it with its paw, then poked at it again...

"I'll dodge!"

"I'll dodge again!"

"I'll kill him!!!"

Both hands are extended, left hand behind, right hand in front, grasping at the air as if holding a broadsword. The body is slightly turned to the left, left leg bent, right leg extended, slightly crouching, about to unleash a powerful strike—

A sudden, loud buzzing sound arose. Shen Le's left wrist was jerked upwards, and a beam of clear light flew out on its own, leaping into—or rather, forcibly shoved into—his palm.
"Mo Dao!"

"Why did you come out!"

Shen Le was shocked. "Your spirituality hasn't fully awakened yet!"

You haven't become a complete artifact spirit yet!
Now that you're in my hands, do you expect me to hold you and go straight to kill that strange beast made of clouds, mist, ice, and snow...?

Putting aside the question of whether it's safe for me to get that close, the very nature of your knife means that if you were to strike a monster, you'd probably cut yourself in half!

What I need now is more defense than offense, at least to increase my margin for error and allow me to withstand more setbacks...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a series of vibrations struck his wrist. Helmet, breastplate, arm guards, shoulder pads, greaves, boots…

One by one, they flew out on their own, circling around Shen Le. They whistled softly, their eyes fixed on him menacingly.

Shen Le: "..."

and many more!

What are you trying to do?!
Are you trying to force me to wear this?!

I don't want to be a Saint Seiya!

Let me go!!!
Shen Le's shouts were to no avail. His vision went black as first the helmet slammed down on him, obscuring his eyes, then twisted back to face him—almost knocking his nose off.

Then the breastplate was slung over him with all its might, followed by the arm guards and shoulder pads. Finally, when the two leather boots were put on, they were practically gaping open, trying to swallow Shen Le's feet whole.

The hiking boots were too thick and heavy, exceeding the original volume of the leather boots. The boots had to stretch the leather and expand their volume to cover Shen Le's feet!

"Hey, you guys, you guys..."

Shen Le felt utterly overwhelmed. He had to maintain the whirlwind around him, dodge the attacks of the strange beasts opposite him, and all the while keeping an eye on his armor components—making sure they didn't fall off or get injured in the struggle.

Finally, the gleaming armor was fully donned, and he was ready. A strange, sharp aura emanated from him, and the bronze mirror on his chest rang with a clang. Shen Le suddenly froze, gripping his longsword with both hands and raising it high:
"kill!!!"

(End of this chapter)