What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 67 Fear of Harming the Common People
Can we communicate?
Faced with this nightmare that is clearly beyond our ability to overcome, it would be best not to take action if possible.

"A nobody, not worth mentioning. May I ask your name, General?"

Xia Qing's heart stirred, and she immediately began to speak in a semi-classical style, mimicking the nightmare's words.

"This place... but... but I am from the Central Plains."

The voice did not respond, but instead struggled and trembled as it spoke again.

At the same time, along with these words, the figure on horseback finally emerged completely from the fog.

Both are human armor.

He rode a white horse, tall, strong, and exceptionally fine, even taller than the Ironclad Cavalry's warhorses.

The person sitting on horseback was not a member of the Ironclad Cavalry, but a burly man wearing magnificent mountain-patterned mirror-finish general's armor.

Even his face was completely at odds with the overwhelming aura of menace emanating from him; he was a dignified and heroic scholar-general.

This attire, this typical Han general characteristic, is clearly incomparable to the Jin army's Iron Pagoda.

That's just how it is.

The same applies to strength.

Even the Jin army's Iron Pagoda Cavalry, no matter how elite, was still just a pawn.

But this is what will happen.

A military commander with a mysterious and supernatural aura.

"This is China, or you could say the Central Plains, where all the inhabitants are descendants of Yan and Huang."

Xia Qing's mind raced, but she didn't interrupt the conversation and spoke again.

"Very...very good."

The valiant and scholarly general nodded, but then slowly raised his lance and pointed it at Xia Qing: "I...I fear...I fear I will harm the people, so I order you to kill...kill me, and bury...bury my bones here."

"Are you... sure?"

Xia Qing had only been perfunctory in his conversation with this strange tale, but upon hearing it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect.

He transformed himself into a ghost story, and fearing that he might harm the people, he voluntarily requested to die.

Such a person is probably rare, both in ancient and modern times.

“I…I can’t control myself, I can’t…I must not seek death, I need you…to defeat me.”

The valiant general, his face showing struggle, slowly dismounted, patted his horse's neck, and the horse immediately and intelligently moved aside, leaving only the general, who raised his spear to challenge the enemy.

Xia Qing: "..."

Please return half of my gratitude!
If I could beat you, would I be chatting here?
"If...if...you defeat me, I will give you the white...white dragon horse."

Seeing that Xia Qing remained silent, his gaze still lingering on the magnificent white horse, the valiant and scholarly general spoke again.

"If you die, will it still exist?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Qing couldn't help but glance at the magnificent white horse, feeling both excited and somewhat helpless.

If the horse from this strange tale could really be kept, he would have already been able to seize the Ironclad Cavalry's warhorse.

Besides, is this a matter concerning horses?

This is a question of whether I can win or not.

"I...have my own way."

The valiant and scholarly general found it difficult to speak, and after finishing his words, he remained silent, merely making a gesture of challenge.

"That's offending."

Seeing this, Xia Qing had no choice but to agree to give it a try.

He raised his halberd and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

When it was put down again, its momentum immediately changed.

The halberd, like a dragon, was wielded with the force of a spear; a flash of cold light pierced the night, aiming straight for the throat of the valiant and learned general.

The valiant and scholarly general immediately deflected the halberd with a powerful thrust of his spear.

The spear tip, like a serpent spitting its tongue, was aimed directly at Xia Qing's throat.

But don't want to.

Xia Qing's halberd was struck without resistance; instead, he used the force of the blow to step back, tilt his head back, and turn around.

As he dodged the spear aimed at his throat, the halberd swung around his body in a full rotation, carrying an increasingly fierce howl and immense force, transforming from a spear into an axe, slashing horizontally, aiming to decapitate him. Clang!
Having exhausted his spear techniques and been dodged, he was powerless and had no other options. He could only sheathe his spear and parry, blocking the heavy axe-like handle of the halberd.

Choking!

When the halberd was blocked, Xia Qing immediately changed his move. He pushed the halberd forward and spun it again, changing the slash into a hook, locking the shaft of the spear. He then exerted force with both hands and pulled it out sharply.

As he was being dragged backward, he also kicked out with one foot.

boom!
Although the valiant general lost his balance, he reacted extremely quickly, kicking out in unison with both feet landing on one spot, causing them to stagger backward.

Then they launched another all-out attack.

One spear and he was beheaded.

A single halberd, like a coiled snake, rose straight up, circling the spear and striking his face.

It seems like a lose-lose situation.

However, the halberd had ears, which, like snakes coiling around the spear, locked the shaft tightly as it was stirred.

Only the halberd spike that had grown out of shape was still aimed at the scholar-general's throat.

boom!
Unexpected.

A tremendous force, like a landslide, erupted.

Xia Qing, along with his halberd, was sent flying by the immense force emanating from the halberd shaft.

Stab it! ! !

After a somersault, Xia Qing landed with his halberd embedded in the ground, leaving a long ditch in the path. He slid for several meters before finally coming to a stop.

"stop!"

Xia Qing's fighting spirit was high, and he was about to attack again when the valiant and scholarly general put away his gun and called a halt, praising, "Martial arts...exquisite."

However, his stammering manner clearly indicated that he hadn't finished speaking.

Sure enough, he immediately said, "However... my strength... is too weak. If we fight again... I won't be able to control myself... and I'm afraid... I might hurt you... your life."

"Thanks for showing mercy."

Seeing this, Xia Qing had no choice but to abandon his fighting spirit and reluctantly bowed.

This valiant and scholarly general clearly held back far too much.

It's not about holding back in terms of techniques, but purely about basic qualities, such as strength and physical fitness.

Otherwise, with that imposing aura and murderous intent far surpassing the Ironclad Cavalry, and the sudden burst of power just now, I probably wouldn't even be qualified to fight him.

The difference in basic strength is too great.

Despite undergoing three physical enhancements, including the Golden Dart, Tai Chi, and Overlord Halberd.

However, these three martial arts are not additive; rather, each has its own strengths and they complement each other's weaknesses.

It only leverages the strengths of others, without combining their effects.

Moreover, the physical enhancement of these martial arts is all at the 'basic' level. Upgrading mostly involves comprehending new supernatural abilities, but it does not bring about a qualitative change in physical strength.

This also resulted in his physical fitness being far superior to that of ordinary people due to various enhancements, but he did not achieve a complete qualitative change or reach a higher level of development.

This was also one of the reasons he wanted to acquire Drunken Fist.

No matter how exquisite the techniques are, basic physical qualities determine the upper limit.

Without knowing when the physical enhancement effects of martial arts can be improved, acquiring more martial arts skills will only reduce minor weaknesses, but will not truly improve overall strength.

While the enhanced effects of alcohol consumption that may occur with Drunken Fist are not a cure, they can at least alleviate the problem.

"I give you ten days... Quickly... Quickly seek strong reinforcements... to kill me, otherwise... great disaster will befall you."

The valiant general lowered his brows, sighed softly, turned back to lead his white horse, and slowly walked away, the figures of the man and his horse gradually disappearing into the mist.

"You heard that too. Let's go back first."

Xia Qing watched the general leave, then put the halberd back into the Mirror Demon Card and walked towards Ling Shuang.

"Okay, I'll report to my superiors right away."

Ling Shuang nodded, and the two got into the car and headed back.

"Your [Drunken Fist] has sensed the presence of a nightmare..."

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