Chapter 115

Tang Luo grabbed the gourd and casually pulled it outward.

Galen felt an unstoppable force surge toward him; the gourd in his hand could not be held and slipped free.

Not only that, he staggered forward two steps.

As he leaned forward, Galen extended both hands, making a grasping motion above his head.

A golden illusory great sword rapidly took shape in his hands.

"Deadly Strike!"

A roar burst from Galen's mouth as the great sword descended upon Tang Luo's head, unleashing his skill.

The two were already close; Galen's forward lean and stagger meant he was now within arm's reach of Tang Luo.

It would be more accurate to say that Galen's hands would truly land on Tang Luo's head than that the illusory sword's blade would fall upon him.

Facing this blow, Tang Luo cleverly raised the gourd to block it.

"Clang!"

A sound like a bell tolling rang out; the illusory great sword vanished, Galen retreated two steps, and his face turned slightly pale.

Tang Luo looked at the gourd in his hand, now covered in cracks.

This young man's strength is quite impressive.

Earlier, Tang Luo had raised a hand, limiting Galen's full force; if Galen had gone all out, he could have shattered this gourd.

He still falls short.

"Your skill has been sealed by me!" Galen said to Tang Luo. "If you don't want to die, return the Seven Babies to me."

After a successful Deadly Strike on the target, it can also seal one of the opponent's skills for up to 15 minutes.

In battle, lacking a suitable skill has a significant impact.

It can even be said to directly reverse the tide of battle.

In a sense, even having passed six missions and possessing the passive-enhanced First-Tier God-Demon Walker that does not occupy a "skill slot," one cannot escape the meaning of the Three Axes.

When fighting, after releasing skills one, two, three in succession, combat power plummets.

Upon reaching Second-Tier God-Demon Walker, the situation improves considerably; by Third-Tier, reliance on skills is greatly reduced—after all, it is also a manual excavator, a humanoid tank in destructive capability.

Hearing Galen say that Tang Luo's skill had been sealed,

Gu Feng's eyes lit up instantly—missing a skill, their chances suddenly increased greatly.

If the mighty Vajra were to join their side, they would surely defeat this monk and seize all the gourd babies.

The urgent task is to persuade Vajra.

"Oh, yeah." Tang Luo responded.

He indeed had a skill sealed—the rarely used "Parry."

Thousand Hands, already fully integrated, is not a skill and cannot be sealed; the Spartan War Cry remains.

"Liu Jian is still hiding in the shadows; I'll go intercept Qin Menglan, persuade Vajra, and you two join Galen in surrounding Xuanzang." Gu Feng whispered from that side, having made the arrangement.

Their six people, Liu Jian began to withdraw early, did not appear, and should be hiding in the dark preparing to fire cold arrows.

Qin Menglan clearly now stands entirely on Tang Luo's side.

Galen and Tang Luo have already engaged in combat.

The remaining three stand aside "watching the spectacle"; Gu Feng now feels he has seen enough and invites Yunxiao Huan and Li Qing to join him in action.

This arrangement has a high probability of securing the fate fragments.

Unless, Monk Xuanzang can unleash another move like that palm strike from heaven just now.

As for how to persuade Vajra, it is simple.

Gu Feng believes few God-Demon Walkers can resist the temptation of fate fragments.

At worst, when dividing the spoils later, give Vajra an extra fate fragment.

Though the opponent is strong and qualified to take more, he lacks the power to utterly defeat others and monopolize everything.

But if facing Monk Xuanzang and Vajra, Vajra could not possibly take more; I believe he will make the correct choice.

Gu Feng has already calculated everything; as long as Yunxiao Huan and Li Qing nod, they can act!

"How confident are you?" Yunxiao Huan asked.

"Eighty percent." Painter Gu Feng took a step aside, letting most of his body hide behind a tree, and extended his hand.

On his index finger, fresh blood began to seep out slowly.

It did not flow down the finger but instead hovered in midair, remaining connected to the fingertip.

Skill: Xuanwu's Painting!

Gu Feng used fresh blood as pigment, painted in the void, and swiftly drew a lifelike black turtle.

The painting is expressive and unrestrained, but Gu Feng's complexion is not particularly good, showing a slight abnormal pallor.

After all, it is drawn with blood as a medium.

"Done!"

Suppressing a sound in his throat, he let out a low cry and withdrew his hand.

The drawn turtle landed on the ground, rapidly solidifying into a true physical form—not a gentle water turtle, but a typical sea turtle.

This turtle has thick, sturdy thighs, limbs planted on the ground standing upright, feet bearing sharp claws like enlarged and thickened crocodile claws; simultaneously, the shell rises high with three rows of spikes, and the head is covered in dense fine spikes, ferocious beyond compare.

Resembling the ferocity of a crocodile-turtle hybrid, not only that, but instead of a tail behind it, there is a black serpentine creature gliding in midair.

It inevitably evokes the divine beast Xuanwu.

"I will let my Xuanwu fight alongside you against Xuanzang."

"Not bad." Yunxiao Huan glanced at the Xuanwu, nearly half a person tall, retreated two steps, his body gradually fading and vanishing without a trace, "I will wait for the right moment to strike."

Like Liu Jian, one fires cold arrows, one hides—typical old schemers.

"Go on." Looking at the mighty and extraordinary black turtle, Li Qing let out a light breath and walked toward Tang Luo.

On the other side, the furious Garen had already charged toward Tang Luo.

However, without using any skills, what he unleashed was a typical turtle fist.

Under certain circumstances, having sufficient strength indeed allows one to beat a master to death with random punches, but Garen's strength in front of Tang Luo was completely insignificant.

Tang Luo held two gourds in one hand, and with the other hand casually blocked Garen's wildly swinging fists.

Standing still in place, he had no intention of counterattacking.

This made Garen increasingly irritated.

As a God-Demon Walker who had completed all four missions, possessed a fate fragment and three skills, his true name Zhao Garen had undoubtedly had a smooth journey so far.

This was the first time he encountered a situation he could do nothing about.

And the last skill he had not used—Judgment, as an attack skill was indeed quite powerful, but it was more suited for group combat rather than one-on-one duels.

Moreover, with only one skill left, Zhao Garen was unwilling to use it casually.

If he used it, he would truly have no trump cards left.

The fate fragment granted Zhao Garen physical qualities not inferior to a first-stage God-Demon Walker, even exceeding some, but facing Tang Luo, such physical qualities and his lawless fists could not play much of a role.

As Garen grew increasingly anxious and at a loss, he heard Gu Feng, who had been watching the spectacle, shout: "Brother Garen! I'm here to help you!"

The black turtle moved its steps, charging toward Tang Luo, its speed not slow at all, like a wild boar rushing forward.

"Diamond, those gourds contain fate fragments—if you want them, don't interfere! Or join us in killing this monk!" Gu Feng followed behind the black turtle, shouting again, then directly lunged at Qin Menglan.

Affairs in the mission world cannot be controlled by approaching science.

Moreover, he did not necessarily need to kill Qin Menglan; just stopping her from acting would suffice.

After Xuanzang dies, we can split her fate fragment, and the conflict will naturally dissolve. Truly clueless—killing her in the end wouldn't matter either, since everyone will split the loot anyway, and no one will spill the beans.

"I only want to stop you."

Gu Feng spoke quickly, charging toward Qin Menglan while still finding breath to say a sentence to her.

Qin Menglan looked at Gu Feng, her face showing surprise, as if astonished that Gu Feng and his group would suddenly choose to turn completely hostile, standing dazedly in place holding her cat, even forgetting to counterattack.

"She's this weak?"

Gu Feng froze for a moment—originally knowing much about Qin Menglan, her combat level wasn't high?

But before Gu Feng could truly feel the joy of this realization, he felt a strong gust of wind coming from his left.

Li Qing, who should have followed the black turtle to kill Xuanzang, had silently appeared at his side.

Moreover, Li Qing's face was cold, his long, healthy, beautiful leg lashing out at Gu Feng with incredible speed.

The strong wind Gu Feng felt was the force from this kick.

There was no time to react—the immense force slammed heavily into Gu Feng's chest, sending him flying, and in midair he violently spat out a large mouthful of blood.

This kick was enough to be fatal!

"You..." Qin Menglan's surprise was naturally not due to Gu Feng, but to Li Qing—"Why?"

"Weak strength, overthinking, a pig teammate." Li Qing summarized his reasons for ambushing Gu Feng, then glanced toward Tang Luo's side.

He saw Zhao Garen, who had been entangled—or rather, thought he had entangled—Tang Luo, suddenly lunge sideways, almost clinging to the black turtle's head as he shot out.

This allowed Tang Luo to face the black turtle's impact head-on, with no time to dodge—at least, as others thought, no possibility to dodge.

Tang Luo also did not dodge, and kicked out obliquely with one foot.

Striking the black turtle, it directly turned into a cloud of blood mist, yet the damage received instantly exceeded the limit, and it "reverted to blood" and disappeared.

As always, a crushing situation where one's strength depth remains completely unfathomable.

Garen, his face smeared with blood, stood frozen in place, forgetting to get up immediately.

Some distance away, was Gangang, who had retreated but still hadn't had time to think or make a decision, his face stiff.

He-niang-de! You said not interfering would get me a fate fragment? I haven't even figured out what to do, and you're already taken down—what the hell were you shouting so confidently for earlier!

Really a weak chicken!

Gangang was quite glad he hadn't listened with a hot head to that weak chicken's words.

"Eh?"

Tang Luo looked at Gu Feng, walked over with a curious expression.

The Gu Feng lying on the ground continuously had ice condensing on his body, and by the time Tang Luo walked to his side and stopped.

Gu Feng had already been completely frozen by a block of ice emitting cold, his face still vividly showing unwillingness and hatred.

"What is this?" Qin Menglan also walked over and asked.

"I know." Li Qing said, "A passive skill, Death's Freeze—when near death, it forms an ice-bound state, thousand-year profound ice, extremely solid, not something human strength..."

"Ah?" Tang Luo withdrew his hand, looking at the shattered ice along with Gu Feng inside, "I thought you said it was very solid, so I just gave it a light try."

"As if I hadn't said anything." Li Qing turned his face away.