Chapter 370

With one punch, blood exploded on Zheng Anqi's face, as if a silk shop had been opened; red, black, and purple all bloomed out, his vision went black, and he fainted for an instant, only instinctively lifting his hands to protect his face.

But how could Li Miao spare him? Fists fell like raindrops, splashing all the way along his head and torso, beating the dharma robe until it was teetering, on the verge of being broken open!

Zheng Anqi finally regained his sanity, his pupils shrinking again, only feeling that he had lost half his field of vision; he figured one of his eyes had been beaten useless by Li Miao.

But he had no time to feel this pain—because Li Miao had already broken through the dharma robe and was kicking toward his crotch!

If this kick landed solidly, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would lose all ability to resist and be left to Li Miao's slaughter.

With a single palm slap on the ground, Zheng Anqi's figure suddenly darted backward, barely dodging Li Miao's kick, and immediately reached out to pull at his waist!

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

With this pull, Zheng Anqi actually forcibly tore off a corner of the dharma robe condensed from true energy, gripped it in his hand, and when he lifted it to his chest, it had transformed into a long strip; by the time he lifted it to his face, it had already become a semi-transparent long flute emitting a cold light.

"Can it be used like that?"

Li Miao thought to himself, then felt relieved.

Zheng Anqi had used this dharma robe to attack him, piercing directly into his thigh, which meant this dharma robe was both hard and soft; it wasn't strange that it could condense into other shapes.

And this also answered another question—that is, in the era when nature cultivation hadn't been lost, how did those Heaven-Men who used weapons fight?

After all, with the forging technology of this era, there were very few materials that could withstand the fighting of Heaven-Men, and it was even rarer at the third or fourth path realm; they couldn't all fight by "transforming fists into spears" or "transforming fingers into swords," right?

It seems those sayings like "there is a sword in the heart" or "transforming the swordless into the sword"... actually referred to true energy transforming into a sword.

Thoughts raced, but it was only an instant; Li Miao had already arrived in front of Zheng Anqi, his fist charging straight toward that long flute! Zheng Anqi wouldn't take this thing out for no reason; the more an opponent wanted to do something, the less he should let them succeed!

Zheng Anqi, however, leisurely brought the long flute to his mouth, the dharma robe sleeve corner suddenly rolling up to block Li Miao's punch!

The next moment, Li Miao's brows suddenly furrowed.

Pain rippled in his mind.

There was no sound, at least Li Miao didn't hear any sound, but he clearly felt the hair on his skin suddenly stand on end. A pain he had never experienced before instantly swept through his mind.

The unfamiliar pain made Li Miao, a killing embryo who used his own body as a weapon, furrow his brows for the first time in a fight.

Sound technique.

The fundamental martial art of the Penglai heritage, the martial art that had nearly wiped out the entire Emei sect in a few breaths, and hadn't appeared in the Jianghu for over a thousand years!

Zheng Anqi withdrew to dodge, continuing to play silently.

He shouldn't have gone to close-quarters combat to begin with; this sound technique, which was formless and difficult to guard against, plus the protective dharma robe, was the foundation of Yingzhou's heritage for thousands of years!

Let's see how you deal with it!

Li Miao smiled ferociously.

"That sounds terrible."

Before the words had even fallen, he lifted his hands and slapped his own ears twice!

When he took them away, two thin streams of blood flowed from his ear canals like small creeks, then dried up.

"You!"

Zheng Anqi's expression turned solemn.

"You broke your eardrums, do you think my sound technique is useless!"

Li Miao had already pounced over: "What are you babbling about? Can't you see I can't hear!"

Eardrums broken, the pain brought by the sound technique was still there, but it had weakened significantly; at the very least, it couldn't cause Li Miao any hard-to-recover injuries in a short time.

Seeing Li Miao killing his way to his front while carrying the pain, Zheng Anqi had no choice but to take down the long flute and point it toward the acupuncture points on his arm!

Boom!

The dharma robe rippled, Li Miao's arm went numb, and he lost sensation below the forearm instantly, a delay appearing in his follow-up moves. It was just this delay that allowed Zheng Anqi's long flute to point all the way up his arm, all the way to his shoulder!

Li Miao moved his feet, lifted his shoulder to push away the long flute, turned his figure to sweep Zheng Anqi away with a leg-axe, then flashed to chase, braced his arm, and punched him in the chest again!

Boom!

Zheng Anqi's gaze revealed a hint of joy, but Li Miao "tsk-ed."

His punch was weaker.

The few points Zheng Anqi had made, although there were no injuries on the surface, had secretly channeled true energy into the acupuncture points, cutting off the true energy flowing in Li Miao's arm.

True energy weakened, and the threat of his moves naturally decreased significantly.

Just now, Li Miao only needed three punches to break the dharma robe, but now he feared he would need four or even five... If he were pointed a few more times, he feared he wouldn't even be able to break the dharma robe, let alone hurt Zheng Anqi.

Yingzhou's heritage being passed down to this day was indeed reasonable. Xuanlan, dharma robe, sound technique, and acupuncture formed an extremely strange and mutually cooperative system, and it faintly countered Li Miao's "My Fist."

And although Zheng Anqi wasn't as ferocious and wanton as Li Miao, he had clearly seen quite a bit of life and death... The psychological warfare against the Emperor didn't have much effect on him, at least not to the extent of deciding the outcome.

This wasn't an opponent who could be pressed to death just by rushing and charging.

Li Miao's moves suddenly changed, from the previous forward-charging to seven attacks and three defenses.

Zheng Anqi noticed this point the first time, a triumphant smile appearing on his blood-blurred face.

"You really—"

Li Miao couldn't hear the sound; seeing Zheng Anqi's lips moving as he spoke, he calmly spat out four words.

"Shut up, chamber pot."

"You!"

Zheng Anqi really did shut his mouth, swallowing the mockery back down. Because he knew that no matter how much he said, he would only be choked to death by Li Miao's "chamber pot."

According to An Ziyang's theory, the most vicious and labor-saving way to curse someone is to condense the point they are most ashamed of into two or three words, and then repeat and emphasize it infinitely—until you open your mouth and spit out two or three words, making the other person's veins bulge.

For example, his "stupid pig" curse for Tang He, and also Li Miao's "chamber pot" for Zheng Anqi.

This is called "The Great Way is Simple."

As for Zheng Yi's cursing method, like a clapper-talk, borrowing the long breath of a Heaven-Man to insult the other person from top to bottom, inside and out, without punctuation—at least Li Miao was too lazy to use it; it was beneath him.

Let's return to the present.

The two had fought until now, and it could be said that all their means had been exhausted, with no more trump cards left.

What remained was just parrying moves and adapting to circumstances.

The two entangled, the battle circle no longer confined to Tianjie, but gradually expanding to both sides, widening the street by dozens of zhang in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and still constantly extending.

After hundreds of moves, Zheng Anqi narrowed his eyes.

Li Miao's four limbs had been pointed several times, and his offensive power had been reduced by three or four tenths, making it difficult to break the dharma robe.

Next, it was time to decide the outcome!

Zheng Anqi lifted the flute, completely abandoning defense, letting Li Miao attack the dharma robe fiercely, instead channeling all the remaining true energy into the sound waves, attacking Li Miao's skull and brain with all his might!

Sharp pain.

An indescribable sharp pain, far exceeding limb damage, appeared in Li Miao's mind. The tiny blood vessels in his eyes began to burst, and two lines of blood tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, just attacking Zheng Anqi's dharma robe fiercely.

Zheng Anqi played the long flute with all his might, his gaze nailed to Li Miao without blinking.

Now, it just depended on who could hold on longer.

A moment later, the dharma robe suddenly shattered.

Zheng Anqi, however, showed joy.

Li Miao had already suffered too many internal injuries; before falling, he could only make one more move.

And his four limbs had all been pointed; this move absolutely couldn't put him to death... This fight, he had won!

Zheng Anqi put down the long flute, about to lift his palm to receive Li Miao's fist.

In this very instant—his pupils shrank!

Because Li Miao directly delivered his fist into his palm, ten fingers interlocking, locking his palm firmly, while his other hand gripped his collar tightly.

The smile was ferocious.

He heard Li Miao's bloody whisper echoing.

"Do you know how the Jianwen Emperor died?"

Zheng Anqi's pupils shrank.

He didn't know what Li Miao meant by these words, but he had subdued Wang Ziyi, so naturally, he knew the Jianwen Emperor died in the Imperial Mausoleum incident!

He could hear even more clearly the pitch-black killing intent slowly dripping from Li Miao's words.

Zheng Anqi pulled his hand fiercely, but it was difficult to break free.

In his anxiety, he lifted his hand and pointed several times on Li Miao's two arms, cutting off the true energy flowing within—arms abolished, what else could you do!?

But the next instant.

"Black Extreme, Floating Slaughter."

Endless sword Qi shot out from every acupuncture point on Li Miao's body, piercing through every inch of his body.

(End of chapter)