What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 66 The general’s name
"Your [Overlord Halberd Technique] broke through in the heat of battle, slaying an enemy general and instantly gaining enlightenment to the divine power: Charge!"

A familiar, profound realization lingered in my mind.

Xia Qing immediately understood the new divine power of the Overlord Halberd Technique.

Just as its name suggests, it is a charge.

This is not a supernatural power like spending money lavishly or being greedy for money, which contains a specific function or effect.

The "Baoyuan Shouyi" technique, which is more similar to Tai Chi, is a kind of innate talent that acts on himself.

This talent allows him to quickly master the riding of various mounts, achieving a state of perfect harmony between man and horse, where they can seamlessly combine their thoughts and perfectly utilize the power and momentum of their mounts.

Combined with the mounted combat skills of the Overlord Halberd Technique, it is even more powerful.

It can be said that as long as you ride a mount, you can immediately achieve a result greater than the sum of its parts.

—The prerequisite is that he has a mount.

Thinking of this, Xia Qing immediately looked at the armored warhorse of the Ironclad Cavalry whose hooves he had just severed.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there.

The moment the Ironclad Warrior died, the warhorse also vanished, just like the Bewitching Demon and the Mirror Demon before it, turning into ashes.

"Although they seem to be able to separate, are they essentially just a nightmare?"

Xia Qing thought for a moment and then understood.

Just like the mirror itself that the Mirror Demon possessed before, or the clothes on its body and the armor and weapons of the Ironclad Warrior.

It appears to be a separable object, but in essence, it is still integrated with ghost stories, born from the fear of dreams, and belongs to the ghost story genre.

If they could just steal things from the ghost stories, why would Ghost Story Walkers bother cultivating their own Nightmare Artifacts? They would have started fighting monsters and getting equipment long ago.

"Is this... really martial arts?"

While Xia Qing was pondering, Ling Shuang walked over with some surprise.

Looking at the ruts and grooves left by the battle between the two forces on the asphalt surface, I felt a shock.

Although it didn't display any special abilities besides the familiar golden light and the cards just now.

But it is precisely the collision of flesh against flesh, the clash of weapons against weapons, that is so terrifying.

You should know that the one who just fought Xia Qing was a genuine supernatural tale.

When facing the Mirror Demon, since it only replicates the same strength and physical attributes, it is still within the realm of understanding.

But what just happened was a real, clearly close-quarters combat-based supernatural tale.

Even setting aside the supernatural tales, for a normal human to achieve that centaur-like appearance must be beyond human capability.

However, Xia Qing defeated the cavalry with his infantry and the heavily armored with his unarmored.

A halberd, wielded by the hand, brought the strange Ironclad Pagoda to close combat and killed it.

This has truly gone beyond the scope of so-called martial arts.

The terrifying power and strength that Xia Qing unleashed during the fierce battle had already exceeded our comprehension.

At the very least, any so-called martial arts master capable of doing this is absolutely unheard of.

Among the ghost story travelers, this is the only one who can fight against nightmares in such a way.

"Otherwise what? Don't you understand Chinese martial arts? I've already said I'm a martial arts grandmaster!"

Xia Qing glanced at Ling Shuang, her tone self-righteous.

Judging from Grandpa Li's drunken boxing skills, there are some tricks to real-world martial arts.

In chaotic times, even renowned generals with extensive combat experience and exceptional physical talents might not be inferior to him at this moment.

"This...can others learn it?"

Seeing Xia Qing's reaction, Ling Shuang stopped dwelling on the matter and instead asked more practical questions.

"Of course you can. I teach boxing at Hero Park every day. You can come and learn if you want."

Xia Qing nodded directly.

"Really...can it be learned?"

Xia Qing's words left Ling Shuang somewhat bewildered.

"I can definitely learn it, but it's basically impossible to reach my level."

Xia Qing pondered for a moment.

"why?"

Ling Shuang was puzzled.

If it's possible to learn, why is it impossible?
"Nonsense, I'm a martial arts genius. Do you think everyone is as gifted as me?" Xia Qing shrugged.

He wasn't just making things up.

Putting aside supernatural powers, whether it's Tai Chi Chuan or the Overlord Halberd Technique, they are essentially combat skills and the application of force.

However, to master these skills, it may take ten or even several decades of hard work.

If someone could train hard for twenty or thirty years from childhood, have enough combat experience and talent, and possess extraordinary physical strength, they might be able to achieve this level.

If you can't do it, it just proves you're incompetent.

But that doesn't mean the martial arts are bad.

Right?

After saying that, he ignored Ling Shuang, who was disheveled in the wind, and walked straight to the spot where the Iron Pagoda had disappeared.

But when he opened the unique embers left behind by the nightmare after its death, he was stunned.

—It has no origin.

"Isn't he still dead?"

Xia Qing was startled at first, but then she thought again, something was wrong.

If they didn't die, how could they have left behind embers?
Or is it that not all nightmares can retain their original essence?
Have you ever encountered a situation where a Nightmare dies without leaving behind its original essence?

While turning back to ask Ling Shuang, Xia Qing also activated his Golden Eyes of Truth.

At the same time, he quickly realized some problems.

The thin mist that permeated this stretch of road did not dissipate despite the death of the Ironclad Cavalry.

Moreover, when Ling Shuang mentioned the strange tales here this morning, she said that the shouts of killing were deafening.

But that Ironclad Pagoda only roared once when it fell from its horse; otherwise, it remained silent during its charge.

"No."

Ling Shuang's expression changed slightly when she heard Xia Qing's question:
"Those that leave no trace of their origin can only be parts of certain special nightmares, such as clones, offspring, or mirror images."

"A clone?"

Xia Qing used his Golden Eyes of Truth to scan his surroundings.

First of all, it can be confirmed that the Ironclad Cavalry is dead.

The nightmare aura that had been emanating from the Ironclad Cavalry had largely dissipated.

But the fog that lingered around them did not dissipate.

Instead, within the vision of the Golden Eyes of Truth, it was silently churning and twisting, as if a living thing was swallowing and spitting something out.

"Let's see if the car is still drivable, then we'll go."

Xia Qing is not stubborn.

One of the strange tales, the Ironclad Pagoda, is already quite troublesome. If an even stronger entity were to appear, there would be no point in even fighting it.

Since the relevant departments have already blocked this road, it's not too late to leave first and come back to resolve the issue later when we have made sufficient preparations.

"Row."

Ling Shuang hurriedly climbed into her car and tried to start it. Soon after, good news came: "It's started! Get in!"

"no need."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qing did not move. Instead, he tilted his halberd and looked straight ahead at the road, his gaze unwavering: "It's too late."

Within the Golden Eyes of Truth, a nightmare aura several times stronger than the previous Ironclad Pagoda tale was already upon them.

Overwhelming killing intent, malevolent energy, and bloodlust surged forth, even before the aura of nightmares.

Clearly, this is a nightmare far more terrifying than the Ironclad Cavalry.

Getting on the bus now would likely lead to repeating past mistakes and becoming an easy target for attack.

Tap tap! Tap tap! Tap tap!

The thin fog appeared denser due to the distance.

At the end of the road, with the hooves of horses pacing, another figure riding a tall horse slowly emerged from the fog and appeared before them.

"Since...even if...the halberd is powerful...it is extraordinary, come...come and state your name."

A deep voice, trembling and stuttering, as if struggling to suppress something, came before the figure.

(End of this chapter)