A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 118: Li Qiyi (Bonus Chapter 2/3)

Because of his unique bloodline, Li Ming's "Summoning Pool" contains astonishing potential and upper limit, encompassing almost all the outstanding figures with the surname "Li" in history who have moved heaven and earth.

However, within this vast and misty genealogy of heroes, there are several who remain silent.

No matter how ancient the prayers were chanted or how elaborate the ritual formations were constructed, the figures of Li Er (Taishang Laojun) and Li Changgeng (Taibai Jinxing) from the human era were never invoked, nor did the majesty of Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, or Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, descend from the mythological realm.

These powerful dead beings, originating from myths and legends and residing in ancient epics, never answered his call.

Perhaps it is because they are merely "fiction" constructed by stories in this world. Even if they exist, they can only manifest as special-grade imaginary spirits, rather than "human souls" that meet the summoning conditions.

Therefore, Li Ming gave up on placing his hopes on ethereal immortals and gods long ago.

He then adopted a more pragmatic, even "cunning," strategy:

Over many years and with countless efforts, through repeated séances held in advance, he patiently built a close "friendship" with several legendary generals who were active in the medieval period and whose names are etched in history.

Li Mu, Li Guang, Li Guangbi, Li Cunxiao, Li Bing (the prototype of Erlang Shen), Li Dingguo, Li Rusong—these fierce generals and famous commanders who are etched into history with their military exploits can all be summoned by him at a moment's notice.

Although most of these heroic souls are skilled in close combat, in the "fighting world," the final balance of victory is often still determined by fists, weapons, and will.

[Like eight stars emerging from a forked branch, with one star shining beside the ear and thigh, two stars on the celestial street beside the back of the Bi, and eight black banners below the ear of the celestial joint. Above the Bi, six kings are arranged horizontally —]

As the final prayer flowed from the tape recorder, Li Ming chanted the final incantation, each syllable seemingly etching a bloodstain in the air: "I beseech Flying Tiger Star, the one whose body is torn apart and whose thirst for blood never ceases. Here I offer my flesh and blood, asking him to infuse my mortal bones with his unparalleled strength. I am willing to be his new vessel, to receive that unyielding spine."

The moment the words were spoken, the response arrived.

Li Ming suddenly leaped into the air, a cold glint flashing in his hand, and a stack of throwing knives tore through the air and shot out.

However, his movements did not stop. His figure suddenly blurred in the void, as if he were stepping on invisible steps to speed up, even faster than the blade he had thrown, and he circled behind Theo like a ghost!

"Hey!"

What kind of movement technique is that? How can someone change direction continuously in mid-air as if walking on flat ground?!

"Take this first!" Li Ming's low shout rang out in the wind.

Dio, however, did not even blink.

He merely shifted his body slightly, precisely intercepting the opponent's incoming palm strike with one hand, while his other hand gripped the opponent's wrist like an iron clamp. With a slight sway of his feet, he narrowly avoided the few belated throwing knives, and in doing so, he dismantled Li Ming's stance.

With a twist of his wrist and a burst of force, Li Ming felt a powerful yet gentle force penetrate his body, causing him to stumble backward uncontrollably, taking several steps back before finally regaining his footing.

"I sense your determination." Theo did not pursue, but looked at Li Ming. "There are all kinds of people in this world. Most of them do not want to be led, nor do they like to listen to so-called correct words or do so-called correct things."

That's why I need my special methods!

Li Ming, please go back. Even if you don't come, I will go to the International Atomic Energy Agency myself. Some answers should be confirmed with one's own eyes.

Li Ming seemed not to hear him. He took a deep breath, his aura rising again, and like a bull, he stomped forward and charged again.

Instead of retreating, Theo advanced, his right fist lunging forward, his left hand reaching down, and his head bowing forward, his forehead slamming into the opponent's face. At the same time, he locked the pivot point of the opponent's power, lifting Li Ming high above his head, spinning him in the air, and slamming him heavily to the ground!

Dust rose slightly, and Li Ming was half-buried in the soil.

"Poor, poor. You can no longer arouse my interest in the slightest." Theo stopped looking at him, turned and walked towards the open car door. "Anything else to say?"

Li Ming sprang to his feet, regaining his footing, and replied in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, I apologize for the inconvenience! The trial will end after the 'bleeding'!"

The moment he finished speaking, Li Ming's body visibly swelled up, growing from 1.8 meters to over 1.9 meters tall, with the popping sound of his bones stretching out like the cracking of bamboo joints.

His face seemed to have undergone a complete transformation from the inside out, like a cicada shedding its skin. His eyebrows were like halberds, his eyes like stars, and his entire face was as heroic as a stone carving. Even the aura flowing around him had completely changed.

The still somewhat green boy from a moment ago has vanished.

"Li Ming"—or rather, the person whose identity is now unknown—swiftly retreated to his original position and delivered a sharp kick to the roadside bushes.

With a loud thud, a giant spear weighing 800 jin (approximately 400 kg) stood upright and was steadily caught in his palm with one hand.

This energy—Dio turned around abruptly, feeling a long-lost surge of excitement.

He reached into the shadows beside him, retrieved the "Soul Release Blade," and called out from afar, "Who goes there? State your name!"

"Say my name, and you'll be shocked!" The figure stood holding a spear, his voice booming like a bell, "I am General Flying Tiger—Li Cunxiao!"

Li Cunxiao, whose original name was An Jingsi, was from Feihu, Daizhou.

Historical records state that he was "unparalleled in bravery and courage, always leading cavalry as the vanguard, and never suffered a defeat." In the Battle of Zezhou, he "wielded a spear and was the first to charge, defeating them in one battle and capturing Ji Yun alive in the army." There is even an anecdote about "eighteen riders breaking through Chang'an."

As a "tyrant bestowed by heaven," Li Cunxiao possessed absolute dominance on the ancient battlefield.

Without relying on magical power, but fighting purely with his physical body, he can fight continuously among thousands of troops all day long, as if he were in an empty field.

This is why later generations lamented, "No king surpasses Ba, no general surpasses Li."

Dio's intuition told him that the spirit possessing him was no fake.

The idea is that "purity" and "purity" will eventually attract each other, and "the strongest" and "the strongest" will inevitably meet.

He was so excited that he trembled slightly.

Having the opportunity to clash with this renowned "strongest of the Sui and Tang dynasties" is truly exhilarating.

Using spells to instantly kill is too rude; you have to fight head-on with martial arts to really get the action!

"I am the strongest man in the world today—Theo!" Theo responded loudly.

"Good!" Li Cunxiao laughed loudly, "I'm going to fight the strongest!"

Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his feet, creating a tremendous roar. The ground cracked open, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread dozens of meters away, sending debris flying everywhere.

Li Cunxiao's figure left a blurry sonic boom cloud in place, and with a terrifying five times the speed of sound, he instantly rushed to Dio's front.

The spear thrust is round and swift, not like wielding a weapon, but more like pushing a toppling mountain.

Before the spearhead even arrived, the air, compressed to its limit, had already formed a visible arc-shaped shock wave. The gale was like a wall, forcing Dio's clothes and hair to dance wildly backward, and the ground beneath his feet to sink inch by inch!

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