Chapter 180: An unwinnable battle, Xu Tingfei fights three against one!

The spectators of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds were stunned. Who is Qing Zizai?

The preceding text barely mentioned this name.

The picture lit up.

That was a thin man wearing a spotless white shirt and black trousers.

He had short hair, a calm expression, and a string of antiquated wooden prayer beads wrapped around his wrist.

【He is the descendant of the Jin soldiers from a thousand years ago, the last heir of the technique practitioners among the three great families.】

【As a technique practitioner, he lacked the gene to summon armor. Yet he was the true combat‑technique instructor of the entire Armor Squad.】

【The Heaven‑Covering Palm of the Punishing Heaven Armor, the Lightning Wind‑Cutting Leg of the Flying Shadow Armor, and the Diamond Mountain‑Sea Fist of the Diamond Armor—all advanced combat techniques—were derived by him with a mortal body and taught to the three.】

The picture flowed.

On the wasteland outside the city. The blazing sun hung high.

Qing Zizai wore a white shirt, standing in the sunlight

His muscles weren't exaggerated, yet they had extremely smooth lines.

"Watch closely, Xiao Fei."

Qing Zizai faced the air and drew a deep breath.

His right leg shot up.

Without armor's aid, he nevertheless kicked out a series of afterimages in midair.

The air emitted a "pap‑pap" cracking sound.

"The Lightning Wind‑Cutting Leg isn't about speed; it's about the flow of wind. You must slice the enemy's defense along the trajectory of your will‑energy."

Qing Zizai landed, turned, and looked at Xu Tingfei, who stood stunned to the side.

The picture flashed again.

Qing Zizai instructed Li Haotian. He lowered his stance and pushed both palms forward.

"The Heaven‑Covering Palm means the hand leads; the palm wind must be steady, cutting off all retreat."

Qing Zizai instructed Wu Gang.

He clasped his fists together, simulating the power technique of the Diamond Mountain‑Sea Fist.

"Wu Gang, the Diamond Armor is heavy armor—don't rely on brute force; use the core strength of your waist to drive the fist's peak."

Countless days and nights.

This slender man taught the three youngsters of differing personalities his family's thousand‑year‑old martial essence without reservation.

He sought neither fame nor profit, merely upholding the destiny of a technique practitioner.

The myriad realms fell into a brief silence.

The Martial Moving Qiankun Universe.

Lin Dong gazed at Qing Zizai in the sky curtain, his eyes full of reverence.

"With a mortal body, he derived techniques of divine caliber. This Qing Zizai, placed in any cultivation realm, is undoubtedly a grand master."

Lin Dong sighed,

"Without him, those three summoners could not unleash even half the armor's power. He is the true soul core of this squad."

The Bleach World.

Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni opened his eyes, which were forever half‑closed.

"Not bad. The transmission of combat techniques is no less than granting a blade its edge."

The old man weighed in with a low voice,

"I have seen in this young man a pure heart of the martial way."

"But… since the sky curtain foretold his death, I wonder what dire straits could fell such a teacher of the Dao."

The One Person Under the Sky Universe.

Old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei stroked the beard on his chin.

"The Dao is formless; technique practitioners cultivate the mind. This youngster is a rare fine seedling."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and let out a sigh,

"What a pity— the purer the person, the more lamentable their fate."

The sky curtain continued onward.

【The root of every tragedy is Li Haotian's undeleted genetic code.】

【The fuse was Wu Gang losing the Diamond Armor in a gamble.】

【The direct cause was Xu Tingfei's total blockade of external signals.】

The picture arrived at a night.

The door of Happy Happy Teppanyaki was shoved open.

Xu Tingfei walked in.

He wore a black suit, his leather shoes splashing on the wooden floor.

He still bore that unsurpassable demeanor.

"Well done, you! You actually know how to come back!"

Wu Gang grabbed at a lifeline like a straw, and also to hide his guilt, he rushed forward and shouted, pointing at Xu Tingfei's nose,

"I called you dozens of times and you didn't answer! Don't you know something big happened!"

Xu Tingfei frowned, then flicked the suit lapel splattered with Wu Gang's saliva in disgust.

"The company is going to hold a board meeting."

Xu Tingfei's tone was unfriendly,

A multi‑billion‑yuan international project — who else should I watch if not you? You think I'm just like you, loafing outside playing games all day?

The company?

Wu Gang stared wide‑eyed,

"Are the company's matters more important than the city's safety? If you can't become a Shadow‑Blade Armor summoner, you'd better step down!"

Xu Tingfei froze for a moment, then let out a cold snort: "Whether you step down or not isn't up to you — what gives you the right to tell me, someone who even lost the summoner in a bet?"

"Xiao Fei!"

Yang HuanYing stepped forward, his eyes like knives fixed on him,

"Can't you drop that young‑master act? You're an armor summoner — this is your duty!"

"You've been completely out of touch lately; you clearly don't care about the Shadow‑Blade Armor anymore — do you have any idea how dangerous this is?!"

Facing Yang HuanYing's accusation, Xu Tingfei was about to say something.

Ding—dang—

Just at that moment.

The wind chime hanging from the porch of Huan Huan Teppanyaki let out an extremely shrill and piercing sound.

This wasn't the clear tinkle of a breeze; it was the violent tremor caused by detecting an extremely strong negative magnetic field.

Yang HuanYing's face changed abruptly; he immediately closed his eyes and formed hand seals to investigate.

Two seconds later.

Yang HuanYing's eyes snapped open, his pupils filled with fear.

"Target locked!"

Yang HuanYing's voice shifted due to fear,

"Their… their destination is right here! Huan Huan Teppanyaki!"

This is undoubtedly a death omen.

Everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

The netherworld demons were no longer wandering aimlessly; they launched a decapitation strike directly at the cultivators' stronghold!

At this moment, the balance of forces can be described as disastrous.

Li Haotian was seriously injured.

Wu Gang's hands were empty; his Golden Core summoner had already been lost in a bet.

In the whole room, the only one with combat ability was Xu Tingfei.

But his Shadow‑Blade summoner was still in the passenger seat of his sports car parked a few streets away.

"I'll go get the summoner." Xu Tingfei wasted no words, flung open the door and charged into the downpour.

Night.

Street.

Xu Tingfei took the Shadow‑Blade summoner from the sports car, just as he turned around.

Three massive black shadows had already blocked his path.

In the center was the purple‑haired, shawl‑clad captain of the netherworld demons, Qiao Shefei.

At his sides followed two hulking netherworld demons clad in armor, their bodies covered in dark‑gold patterns and spikes.

In Qiao Shefei's hands were two short blades emitting a blood‑thirsty red light.

Xu Tingfei gripped the summoner reverse‑hand and inserted the card.

"Shadow‑Blade Armor, unite!"

Blue light burst forth in the night.

The tall, slender figure of the Shadow‑Blade Armor stood before the three powerful foes.

Xu Tingfei had his back to the camera.

The blue goggles emitted a cold, lonely light in the darkness.

He knew full well.

He had never upgraded the armor.

Against a regular high‑level netherworld demon he still had a chance, but facing Qiao Shefei plus two armored heavy‑armor monsters, it was a hopeless dead end.

But he didn't retreat a single step.

If he retreated, everyone inside Huan Huan Teppanyaki behind him — those comrades who had lost their combat ability — would die.

"As a young master, I hate it when people look down on me with that condescending gaze."

Xu Tingfei spoke coldly, bent his knees slightly, and immediately assumed a fighting stance.