6kv 0002 Why did Zhao Jing laugh in such a desperate situation?
0002 Why did Zhao Jing laugh in such a desperate situation?
Tick, tick.
A human head hangs from the bamboo tip, its face contorted in a ferocious expression.
Blood dripped down from above, a steady stream.
In the deathly silent bamboo forest, the sound of dripping blood could be clearly heard.
Zhao Jing gazed into the distance for a moment, recognized the faces, and slowly uttered a few names:
"Lin Xiu, Wang Sen, Lu Fang..."
He knew all these people well.
Lin Xiu was frugal and didn't spend a penny of his monthly allowance. He said he wanted to save money to get married, and he was ridiculed many times for being too honest.
Wang Sen was warm and hospitable, often treating his fellow comrades to drinks and cooking a delicious meal. However, he often failed to catch any fish and was frequently ridiculed by others.
Lu Fang was a handsome young man who was fond of composing poems and couplets. He was a regular at brothels and often asked for advance payment of his wages.
The rest include Xiao Yang, Zhou Shen, and others...
They were all Zhao Jing's guards and future retainers.
Once Zhao Jing establishes his own government, these people will become his right-hand men.
They're all dead now.
Bao'er, Chen Zhong, Father, Eldest Brother... How are they?
Zhao Jing's gaze swept eagerly across the bamboo forest, taking in all the heads that were in sight.
No!
They're not here!
Zhao Jing felt a little relieved, and the Haoran Jade Pendant on his chest shone brightly, dispelling the darkness.
However, these extreme mood swings caused the jade pendant's energy to be depleted.
calm down!
This is a psychological warfare tactic employed by the enemy!
If the Crown Prince's residence had fallen, how could I have survived until now?
That's right, it's all fake.
The enemy's deceptive tactics!
Zhao Jing suppressed his doubts to avoid making a hasty decision.
We can't run, and we can't escape.
Although Zhao Jing did not pursue martial arts, he had practiced fist and foot techniques with Chen Zhong and others.
Chen Zhong once warned Zhao Jing in this way:
"Your Highness, before entering the martial arts path, ordinary punches and kicks are useless against martial artists. Those who have just entered the Xuan Guan stage can lift a thousand catties, and those who have reached the mastery stage can even break trees with their palms."
After saying that, Chen Zhong slapped the cypress tree in the garden.
A snap.
A cypress tree as thick as a bowl snapped in two with a single blow, the force of which was no less than six thousand catties.
Such palm strikes, if they were to hit an ordinary person, would surely break bones and rupture tendons, killing them instantly.
This is called "overpowering all techniques with one force".
Chen Zhong continued to explain:
"Therefore, Your Highness practices boxing not to fight enemies."
"It's to build courage."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jing, unusually, asked a question in return:
"What use is courage if you are weaker than others?"
Chen Zhong smiled sheepishly:
"Your Highness possesses a powerful treasure, sufficient to withstand even a master of the Innate Realm."
"If Your Highness were ever alone, the enemy would surely hope that Your Highness would panic and be unable to activate your magic weapon."
"It is said at the Military Academy that 80% of the soldiers who died in battle died during the rout."
"Therefore, one must not retreat in the face of danger, but must have the courage to confront life and death."
"Especially those who practice mystical arts, they are most adept at bewitching people's minds; the more fearful others are, the stronger their power becomes."
Those who practice martial arts must first cultivate courage.
Zhao Jing recalled his usual teaching methods, took a deep breath, and forced himself to relax.
Everyone has died once, so what's there to be afraid of?
Zhao Jing's eyes regained their clarity. Suppressing his discomfort, he walked towards the bamboo grove where heads were hanging, trying to find a flaw.
A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.
It was definitely a trap.
He hadn't smelled any blood or heard any dripping sound while he was in the rocking chair, but now, after taking a few steps, he had everything.
What should we do then?
At this moment, the bamboo forest became increasingly gloomy, and the sky quickly darkened.
Standing beneath the heads, Zhao Jing felt a chilling wind brush against his back, with only one thought in his mind.
Overcome fear.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jing hid the [Thousand Illusion Pearl], rubbed the [Sumeru Ring] hard with his left thumb, took out the [Fire Folder], opened it, and blew on it.
call!
The tiny flame leaped and danced in an instant.
Flame can dispel darkness and illuminate light.
So, let's get this going!
Zhao Jing walked to the pile of dead leaves and threw the tinder into it.
Crackle, crackle.
Autumn leaves, withered and brittle, can be set ablaze at the slightest touch.
In the firelight, a hint of madness appeared on Zhao Jing's face.
A mere bamboo grove is nothing compared to myself.
Even if Zhao Jing burned down the Crown Prince's residence, the Crown Prince would still have to say with tears in his eyes: "My son is so clever."
The fire grew stronger, illuminating the entire bamboo forest, and even the human heads were scorched, emitting a burnt smell.
Zhao Jing remained expressionless and clapped his hands.
Snapped!Snapped!
Despite being in a dangerous situation, Zhao Jing stood before the fire, clasped his hands together, and silently mourned the dead.
I will avenge this grudge.
Amidst the raging fire burning the forest, Zhao Jing felt a profound sense of peace.
The jade pendant, sensing his state of mind, shone even brighter.
The firelight and white light intertwined, and for a moment, the eerie bamboo forest became his domain.
Zhao Jing stood before the fire, no longer afraid.
In the flickering firelight, a dark shadow deep in the bamboo forest was slowly wriggling, as if it had come to life.
Seeing the human heads and bamboo grove, it couldn't frighten Zhao Jing. Instead, it set fire to break the stalemate and began to shake violently.
The shadowy figure split into two, one large and one small. The smaller shadowy figure transformed into a blood-red raven and flew out from the shadow.
Blood crows burst forth from the forest, emitting piercing shrieks:
"Gah!!"
The sound waves were like thorns, piercing straight into the brain, causing dizziness.
Despite his discomfort, Zhao Jing had already drawn the sword and talisman from his sleeve.
We've been waiting for you.
Die!
Just as Zhao Jing was about to activate the [Evil-Slaying Sword Talisman], the Blood Raven suddenly accelerated, transforming into a blood-red shadow and swooping down.
So fast!
Zhao Jing couldn't see the blood shadow clearly, but he felt a sharp gust of wind rushing towards him.
No, it's too late!
Zhao Jing instinctively threw out the sword talisman.
The sword talisman transformed into several sword energies in mid-air, snapping the bamboo forest in its wake.
This is a high-end talisman produced by Yuelu Academy, sealing the sword energy of a master of innate level, capable of cutting through gold and jade with ease.
Zhao Jing had seen this sword energy before; it easily sliced through a whole piece of granite as if it were tofu.
Extremely destructive.
However, Zhao Jing's heart sank.
The Blood Raven was too fast; the sword talisman, though powerful, failed to hit its target.
Even with secret treasures, a mortal body is still subject to control when facing a truly powerful being.
This is an absolute difference in physical appearance.
Coordination and reflexes are nowhere near those of a martial artist.
A bloody shadow flashed by.
Zhao Jing felt a stench hit him, almost suffocating him.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, stinging pain came from my cheek.
Warm liquid slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his collar, leaving a sticky, damp patch.
Blood flowed down.
Blood Raven, with just a gust of wind, managed to cut his cheek through the protection of the Haoran Jade Pendant.
This kind of wind is useless to martial artists; my grandfather overlooked this small detail when he was forging the jade pendant.
The shield is not absolute; there are always loopholes. It allows air and sound to get in, which gives the enemy an opportunity to exploit.
Oops!
Zhao Jing sensed something was wrong, and the blood crows shrieked again:
"Gah!!"
Sound waves bewitch the mind, wind pressure cuts the body!
The ingenious tactical coordination directly forced Zhao Jing into a desperate situation. He had nowhere to avoid it, and another bloody mark appeared on his hand.
One, two, three...
Zhao Jing's wounds continued to increase, and he eventually bled to death.
Fear it, struggle it out.
This will be your end!
Blood Raven's crimson eyes were fixed on Zhao Jing, filled with mockery.
The dark shadows in the bamboo forest swayed triumphantly, overjoyed at the flaw they had found.
Although the Haoran Jade Pendant is powerful, it can only withstand a single blow from a Grandmaster.
But now, Zhao Jing is trapped like a turtle in a jar.
At this moment, the bamboo forest became completely dark, the firelight gradually weakened, and the blood crows' attacks became even more frenzied in the darkness.
If this continues, he will inevitably break down!
Blood Raven was overjoyed, but unexpectedly Zhao Jing suddenly covered his cheek and burst into unbelievable maniacal laughter:
"Hahaha!"
He was laughing, and his laughter was very loud.
Bizarre and incomprehensible!
The unrestrained laughter startled Blood Raven and the shadowy figure behind him.
Why is he laughing?
Isn't he afraid? Aren't he terrified?
Without martial arts cultivation, it's impossible to capture the Blood Raven's movements; ultimately, defeat is the only outcome.
But Zhao Jing still laughed, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.
The Blood Ravens slowed their attack, circling aimlessly, utterly perplexed.
well.
If you don't respond, there's nothing I can do.
"Haha, I thought it was some kind of trick."
Zhao Jing's laughter echoed in the firelight, filled with undisguised contempt:
"They were just mosquito bites!"
He reached out a finger, gently touched the bloodstain on his cheek, and examined it closely, a hint of delight in his eyes.
"This half-hearted trick, trying to scare me?"
"Utterly ridiculous."
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the darkness, staring directly at the circling blood crow, a crazed grin spreading across his lips:
"They've exhausted all their tricks; this is all they can do."
"Or are you... actually a good-for-nothing?"
"You can't even beat someone like me who has no martial arts skills?"
In this dark and oppressive environment, Zhao Jing, despite being in dire straits, retorted sharply and mocked Blood Raven.
The shadowy figures in the bamboo forest were enraged upon hearing this and surged violently.
brute!
I'll make sure you die knowing why!
The dark figure was filled with rage, as if it were urging the blood crows to teach Zhao Jing an unforgettable lesson.
Unexpectedly, the moment this thought crossed his mind, the Blood Raven paused in mid-air for a moment.
It's now!
The [Evil-Slaying Sword Talisman] in Zhao Jing's sleeve appeared in response.
The evil-slaying sword energy arrived instantly.
Several silver lights flashed by, heading straight for Blood Raven.
kill!
This time, I finally got my sights on the target and could easily slit the Blood Raven's neck.
"Gah!"
The Blood Raven let out a sharp cry, and just when Zhao Jing thought he had succeeded, its body suddenly tilted to the side, dodging the sword energy.
The sword energy grazed past, and a few feathers drifted down from the blood crow, but it caused no serious injury.
This was a deliberate attempt to use up the Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman in Zhao Jing's possession.
"What a pity."
The Blood Raven spoke in human language, its shrill voice filled with deep contempt and mockery:
"My family is much smarter than you. Trying to use reverse psychology won't work!"
"Now you have no Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman!"
"Our family will slowly torture you until you die."
Zhao Jing's smile froze, as if a great calamity was about to befall him, and his hands and feet turned ice cold.
Blood crows enjoy hunting their prey and watching their prey struggle and fear before they die.
It slowly approached, its scarlet eyes filled with Zhao Jing's "despair".
Struggle, regret.
Just as Blood Raven was getting close enough to taunt him.
Zhao Jing's eyes suddenly turned icy cold.
not good!
Blood Raven felt a chill, and then saw a thick, black iron lump suddenly slide out of Zhao Jing's sleeve.
That wasn't a talisman or a magic weapon, but a gun, a shotgun.
boom!
As Zhao Jing unleashed the sword talisman, he took out his homemade shotgun and hid it in his wide sleeve, using the firelight to conceal it.
If you can't aim accurately, then there's no need to aim accurately.
This is a weapon specially made by Zhao Jing, the famous spear called "White Tiger".
It's somewhat like the shotgun codenamed "Blackbird" from its previous life, possessing immense power.
He specifically used "bird bullets," each containing 100 pellets, which could be used for area-of-effect attacks.
There's no need to aim at all.
"Gah!!!"
Blood Raven's smugness lasted less than two seconds before he was blasted squarely into the ground.
However, its body was harder than refined iron, so it did not die immediately.
Even martial artists who have reached the pinnacle of their martial arts have bones that resemble raw iron; an ordinary farmer, even with a butcher's knife, cannot cut through a single bone.
The blood crow struggled, trying to flap its wings and fly.
"Mentally challenged!"
Zhao Jing gave a curt sarcastic remark and fired another shot.
boom!
"Gah!!"
The blood crows screamed in agony, but Zhao Jing showed no mercy, and gunshots rang out one after another.
boom! boom! boom!
Bird bullets were too weak, so once he was able to lock onto Blood Raven, he switched to specialized slugs.
One shot, two shots, three shots...
Only when the blood crows were completely still did Zhao Jing put away his shotgun, calmly reload, and cast his gaze into the depths of darkness.
The matter is not over yet.
Blood Raven must be being manipulated by someone.
Come out to me!
boom!
Zhao Jing fired a shot into the distance, and at that moment, a dark figure emerged from the bamboo forest like a ghost.