Chapter 482: Mixed-Blood Wu Person

After Zhou You learned of this news, he thought to himself that the Wu people truly had a continuous succession of talents.

The Jueguang Sect is a unique anomaly among the many sects in Fucheng.

Other sects recruit disciples widely, regardless of status, but the Jueguang Sect is different; it is an aristocratic school that only accepts children from noble families.

To be precise, the Jueguang Sect was established for the purpose of concentrating the training of members from noble families.

Not only are the Disciples children of noble families, but the "teachers" responsible for imparting techniques and teaching fist arts are also powerful warriors from noble families.

By its very nature, the Jueguang Sect was destined to have its special attributes as an academy-style sect reliant on noble families.

In this battle, the Jueguang Sect, as one of the Fucheng Monarch's right-hand men, is fighting a great war against the Gaoyang Clan's Gu Insect-wielding army.

There are no mediocre members in the Jueguang Sect; the lowest threshold is at the level of a Tiger General from Daying Shan, and the strong ones even rival the Leopard Generals.

Huo Yulang is an outstanding figure among them, and his comprehensive strength is definitely above that of a Leopard General.

His death in battle made the previously unknown Sima Nu famous overnight, and by this merit, he rose into the ranks of the Ten Prodigies.

Moreover, the background of this Sima Nu is also very interesting.

The compound surname Sima indicates that he is not a native of the Wu tribe; his ancestors were people from Zhong Yuan who broke into the region to escape enemies and then intermarried with local Wu tribes, making him a descendant of that lineage.

"Nu" (Slave) represents his low status, placing him at the bottom of the tribe.

Such Wu people are not uncommon; for instance, the background of Wu Luoye, the first of the Ten Prodigies and the head of the heavenly prodigies, is similar to his—both are products of intermarriage between the Zhong Yuan human race and the Wu tribe.

The status of this group is very awkward; the Wu people despise them for their Zhong Yuan bloodline, and the Zhong Yuan human race also views them as Wu people.

This situation of being caught in the middle makes the lower-class individuals like Wu Luoye and Sima Nu even more desperate and fierce than the average person.

Among the Wu people who shine in the great war, as long as they are mixed-race descendants, they are all outstanding and far surpass their peers.

Now, the situation on the battlefield has initially become clear.

The Wu tribe's Ten Prodigies, the noble elite Jueguang Sect, the Leopard Generals of Dayin Mountain, and the direct disciples of Wanxiu Mountain are all top-tier powerhouses ranked in the first tier.

The great battles they participate in are well-deserved high-end matches.

Countless Wu warriors below them fight in blood, surviving dozens or even hundreds of life-and-death struggles, all for the purpose of squeezing into this level of high-end matches.

Zhou You pondered whether he should challenge one or two prodigies to prove his own strength.

A surprise suddenly arrived...

"Zhou You, I heard you killed Mudahan; I have come to challenge you."

A Wu person held a Bronze Short Ge, and beneath him was a lazy fat bear; he was clearly a hunter of the Wu tribe.

Although his facial features had the obvious characteristics of the Wu people, his facial contours were more like those of the Zhong Yuan human race.

Another mixed-race descendant.

Zhou You was first taken aback by being challenged by name, then realized that the Mudahan he had killed seemed to have been one of the Ten Prodigies.

It turned out that without realizing it, he had already placed himself in a high-end match.

"State your name."

"The Wu person Mu Sigui."

The Wu person announced his name; "Mu" is a Wu surname meaning 'bull,' and "Sigui" is a Zhong Yuan name. Clearly, his paternal line is Wu, and his maternal line is the Zhong Yuan human race.

Sigui? When Zhou You first heard the other party's name, a wave of homesickness welled up in his heart. He thought of Gongliang City; what the longing person missed was that dream-like native land, the hometown to which one could never return.

Mu Sigui waved his Bronze Short Ge, "Let's fight!"

When he moved, the Bronze Short Ge turned into a blur of shadows, a thick, emerald light of rust soared into the sky, and a tragic aura of slaughter rushed toward him.

"Hit."

Zhou You thrust his Iron Spear, clashing with the Bronze Short Ge; the vast Qi and blood collided like two crazed herds of cattle. This exchange allowed Zhou You to see that the opponent possessed prodigy-level combat power.

However, the opponent's situation was not very good either; he had no Beast Robe for defense, his Wu beast was also a common variety, and there were no signs of poisonous insects or Gu Insects on his person.

Aside from a Bronze Short Ge, Mu Sigui was completely bare-handed, clearly occupying a very low status in the tribe.

This was not hard to understand; he fought desperately, completely abandoning defense, which was clearly a ruthless style cultivated by long-term adversity.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The Bronze Short Ge danced with thick emerald light, leaping like a flood dragon, making Zhou You marvel.

He held his Iron Spear, stepped into position, and clashed with him step by step, the sounds of clanging and friction ringing out.

The unique nature of the wooden staff was fully displayed; despite being struck and cut by the short ge, the surface remained unscathed, looking as good as new.

Combined with the iron tip of the staff for piercing, the Iron Spear was fierce and imposing, clashing with the Bronze Short Ge and sending sparks flying everywhere.

"The Throwing Ge Startles the Troubled World."

Mu Sigui seized the opportunity, threw the Bronze Short Ge with one hand, and it turned into a stream of light moving forward.

He then leaped into the emerald light, with the ge above and his body below, launching a fatal attack on Zhou You.

This was his ultimate move, the unity of man and ge, forcing the enemy to be unable to attend to both, making it difficult to defend against everything.

"Good fellow."

Zhou You marveled; the principle of this ultimate move was somewhat similar to his Double Body Tiger Form Fist.

He slightly raised the spear tip, squinting at the sharp short ge and Mu Sigui, who was charging with his fist in front.

In an instant, Zhou You's state of mind rose to an invincible realm, and before the spear tip even thrust out, he had already determined that he would surely win.

He didn't even use the Tiger Crane Dual Movement; he held the end of the Iron Spear with both hands, feeling the slight tremor and adjustment of the center of gravity, the cold glint at the tip steadily fixed in mid-air, at the end of his line of sight.

This strike was the culmination of his hard training in killing enemies, a masterpiece of spear and staff technique.

The hairs on Mu Sigui's body stood on end; he sensed the crisis, but he had already charged to the front, a critical moment where the blade was at his feet.

He gripped the short ge with one hand and stabbed toward Zhou You's eye socket, while his legs used the momentum to fly up, hitting Zhou You's chest like two large hammers.

Zhou You stood his ground, the Iron Spear like a giant dragon sticking out its tongue, breaking the Bronze Short Ge in half with one strike.

The half of Mu Sigui's arm in front of his elbow suffered the impact of the aftermath, his bones shattered, and a large amount of blood sprayed from his pores.

This Wu person was also fierce; he endured the excruciating pain and kicked Zhou You's chest with both legs.

Zhou You shook the wooden staff into a semicircle, sweeping across his legs, and his shins were smashed on the spot.

With a thud, Mu Sigui crashed to the ground; only one of his arms remained intact, and he could no longer move.

The Shaman Beast Fat Bear rushed up, blocking the path in front of Mu Sigui, baring its teeth to threaten Zhou You.

"You won, kill me!"

Mu Sigui's expression was calm; to him, losing a fight meant losing his life.

Zhou You put away his Iron Spear and shook his head, saying, "Killing you would be easy, but I'll let it slide this time."

He had intended to strike, but suddenly his heart stirred, feeling that the identity of a half-blood Shaman person held great mystery, and sparing the opponent's life might lead to further developments.

After speaking, he turned and left; to Mu Sigui's surprise, he really did leave, and was not just toying with him.

Mu Sigui watched Zhou You's retreating back, suddenly realizing that he had spared his life because of his name.

Sigui was the name his mother had given him, yet his mother had died of illness without ever being able to return home, buried in the vast, snowy expanse of Beijing.

In this vast world, where was his place to return to—Beijing, or the unfamiliar Zhong Yuan? (End of chapter)