Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 63 - 0 Hua Mountain chaos_1
Chapter 63: 063 Hua Mountain chaos_1
Chapter 63: 063 Hua Mountain chaos_1
Duge turned around to block a sword for Wang San.
But Wang San no longer needed it, for with a loud cry, he pounced on the man he had stabbed to death, wielded his short blade, and neatly decapitated him. Holding the bloody head, he looked deeply affectionate, “Who, who hurt you? Why, no, no one but me can hurt you… Damn it, you can only die by my hand…”
Having said that.
He threw down the head in his hand and leaped towards another second-generation disciple affected by the Fear of the Delicate.
Already engulfed in fear, that disciple trembled at the sight of Wang San lunging at him, and when he thrust out his longsword, his movements were in disarray.
The short blade made contact with the longsword.
With a clang, the longsword was knocked flying.
Immediately afterward, Wang San’s short blade was already stabbing into his chest, he was like a man possessed, “Give me your heart, let me see your heart, let me see if I am in your heart…”
No one wants to be a support character forever.
Wang San was no exception. Feng Zhong’s keyword upgrade pace was too fast, closely chasing after him, and it was uncertain when he might surpass him. Wang San had to speed up his own upgrade pace to maintain his leading edge.
Merely using words was too slow; he had to show his pathological love and obsession through his actions…
After a moment.
A beating heart fell into Wang San’s palm. He stared at the heart in his hand, laughing affectionately like a fool, “Darling, your heart is warm, I wasn’t wrong, you do have me in your heart…”
Wang San’s sudden outbreak terrified all the disciples affected by the Fear of the Delicate.
Originally.
They were already struggling to fight through the fear.
After all, Wang San didn’t appear to be good at battling; killing him would free them from it all.
But now, Wang San was not just standing there talking; he had taken action himself.
And what was he saying?
Evil Demon!
He was a genuine Evil Demon!
In that moment.
Fear overcame reason, making them forget that turning their backs meant certain death. They turned and fled, swinging their longswords to break free from this terrifying place of slaughter, to escape the madman Wang San.
The Hua Mountain disciples forming the enclosure naturally couldn’t bring themselves to strike at their own sectmates, so they dodged.
In an instant.
The previously orderly formation was immediately thrown into disarray by their rushing, and those at the back didn’t even know what had happened inside!
Duge was also someone good at seizing opportunities.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Anyone who dared to turn around was bound to get a taste of his sword.
At heart, Duge was kind and didn’t strike to kill everyone; with one sword strike, he would disable their ability to fight and then turned back to guard Feng Zhong, facing Zong Gui next.
Of the three, Feng Zhong was the weakest. Although his attributes had improved, his skills weren’t suited to combat, relying purely on instinct. He could at best fight on par with the Feng Family Head, Feng Shiren, but amongst a group of strong fighters, without Duge’s protection, he would have become mincemeat long ago.
However, it seemed that he truly developed a new skill. When he flicked opponents’ longswords with his fingers, they couldn’t help but let out a strange sound like “Ah” or “Mhm.”
Then their faces would blush, their eyes become dazed and even the most exquisite moves would become disordered…
Next, they would be kicked over by Feng Zhong, and then he would finish them with a sword.
…
“Ting!”
“Dang!”
“Evil Demon!”
“Don’t come over!”
“Ah!”
“Help!”
“Ahh~~!”
…
Strange sounds echoed throughout the square in front of the main hall of the Hua Mountain Sect.
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The swordsman onlookers at the outermost edge were all stunned.
They looked at each other in disbelief.
This doesn’t sound like a bloody battle, does it?
Just by listening to the sounds, they couldn’t figure out what was happening inside. Unable to contain their curiosity, some swordsman climbed trees and others scaled roofs, all seeking higher ground to discern the combat methods of the Heavenly Demon.
But from such a distance, the scene remained unclear.
However, they could understand that Hua Mountain’s Big Formation was in disarray…
Heavenly Demon surely embodies wickedness—judging by the situation, it seems the Hua Mountain Sect might not hold out. Could they be witnessing history unfold?
No, that’s not right.
They should be participating in history.
If the Hua Mountain Sect truly falls, it would then be their turn—the temporary workers of the Peacekeeping Gang—to take the stage. It’s said that Feng Qi is quite generous to those below him…
…
Zong Gui, with earplugs stuffed in, couldn’t hear the commotion outside, but the chaos of the Large Formation and sight of one Hua Mountain disciple after another falling, his complexion grew increasingly pale.
What’s happening?
What is there to fear?
Didn’t I give you earplugs?
I’m fine, so why are you running?
Also,
Feng Zhong’s martial arts is clearly not up to par. Your faces turning red in battle against him, what caterpillars…
Watching Feng Qi’s trio close to breaking through Hua Mountain’s Big Formation, Zong Gui gritted his teeth, repelled Duge with the move “Peaks Upon Peaks”, and hastily yanked out his earplugs.
The strange sounds quickly matched up with the scene before him, right?
Then.
Zong Gui felt even more that something was terribly wrong.
His provided earplugs were utterly useless, which left only one possibility: Wang San left him alone just to ridicule him, to force him to watch clearly as the Hua Mountain Sect fell.
What a tremendous humiliation!
“Heavenly Demon whelp, Heavenly Demon whelp,” Zong Gui clenched his steel teeth, attacking Duge with even more ferocious strikes, his swordplay truly cast a glow like rosy clouds, and even his face was reflected in a golden hue, “Sect Master Tong is right, you evil demons should not exist in this world…”
Endless backstabbings; Duge’s strength was continuously rising. Even if Zong Gui fought like a madman, he couldn’t lay a hand on him. However, his longsword was no match for Zong Gui’s Golden Rosy Cloud Sword, which notched his blade with a series of gashes.
Seeing this, Duge avoided clashing directly with his sword. Dodging his moves, he would strike unexpectedly, backstabbing one or two fleeing Hua Mountain disciples before returning to entangle with Zong Gui.
With Duge keeping Zong Gui occupied, the pressure on Feng Zhong and Wang San decreased significantly. Protecting their own also boosted their strength.
Upon seeing Zong Gui remove the earplugs, Duge, with an expression of great sorrow, said, “Sect Leader Zong, is this the result you wanted? Just for your own selfishness, you discard hundreds of years of Hua Mountain’s legacy, the lives of so many fine men. They practiced diligently for over a decade, they could have been swordsmen celebrated by everyone, freely galloping through the martial world, punishing evil and rewarding good, indulging in both grudges and grace… But look now, they have died tragically here, without leaving even a name behind, not even a whole corpse can be preserved. This is all because of you, Sect Leader Zong…”
“Shut up, you demon head! If you had not come to Hua Mountain, none of this would have happened. It’s clear you’re the one who killed my Hua Mountain disciples. Here you are being sanctimonious, pretending to be a good person?” Sect Leader Zong roared in anger.
“Sect Leader Zong, the Peacekeeping Gang came with goodwill, merely inviting the Hua Mountain Sect to help uphold the justice of the martial world, not to annex Hua Mountain Sect. Where did I go wrong?” Duge said, “Isn’t it you, Sect Leader Zong, who under the pretense of observing the agreement laid out the formation and tried to kill us ruthlessly?
Men of the Hua Mountain Sect, the defeat of Sect Leader Zong is imminent, he doesn’t value your lives at all. It would be better to join the Peacekeeping Gang, where I will protect your safety. Although Feng may be the Heavenly Demon, I never use the lives of my subordinates as fodder. Wouldn’t it be better to save yourselves for something more meaningful? Once I defeat Zong Gui, Hua Mountain will belong to the Peacekeeping Gang, and all resources will still be controlled by you. Everyone is born of a father and mother…”
“Shut up!” Zong Gui was about to go mad, “Hua Mountain disciples should serve Hua Mountain with their lives. Following you, the demon head, would be the path to doom.”
“Sect Leader Zong, you’re blatantly lying. It’s always been me, the Gang Leader, leading the charge, and every ordinary disciple has lived well…” Duge rebutted with a smile, “If you’re so confident, why not let the ordinary disciples come down and have a one-on-one duel with me?”
You just try letting them down. They’re bound to obey you, aren’t they?
A one-on-one duel?
Why should I give up the great advantage of Hua Mountain to duel with you?
Sect Leader Zong felt a lump in his throat as he saw the expressions of the third generation disciples looking at him weremore than a little off. No matter the actual reason, everything Feng Qi said turned out to be damn true!
No matter how he explained it, it would sound like he was making excuses.
Clever-tongued devil spawn!
Is Hua Mountain Sect really destined to perish by my hand?
Sect Leader Zong’s heart was filled with desolation, suddenly regretting sending the elders away. Their martial arts were not inferior to his; with them here, the situation surely wouldn’t be so passive, right?
Pity that the letter from Bai Xiaosheng arrived too late. If he had found the Dugu Nine Swords a few months earlier, a few Feng Qis would have been killed off!
And that Tong Shihong, with Feng Qi being so formidable, why did he downplay his strength so much? It’s like he intended to doom Hua Mountain…
