Chapter 766: The Rising Tide
Chapter 766: The Rising Tide
The vast wilderness was dotted with numerous troops of the former imperial court, and they all fell silent as they witnessed the massive silver airship engulfed in flames, plummeting from the sky. The once-frenzied cheers abruptly ceased, and many faces were etched with disbelief.
Chen Chuan sat atop his horse, his gaze fixed on the site where the airship had crashed.
Intense flames soared into the sky, and smoke billowed, as if a colossal torch had been ignited on the plain. At that moment, the flames flickered, and an abnormally tall, dark figure emerged from the inferno. From head to toe, this figure was cloaked in pitch-black obsidian armor, and in his hand, he held a long spear adorned with a white pendant.
A faint glow emanated from his entire body, as if the flames couldn't touch him. With each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
At this moment, Chen Chuan sensed something and turned his gaze to the side. There, he noticed another person approaching, though he couldn't recall when he had arrived.
This person wore a faded red headband, which lifted his already thick and stiff hair, making it stand upright as if each strand were rooted in place.
He appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a faint scar on his brow, and his demeanor was wild and untamed. He wore the Great Harmony military uniform, but there were no insignia indicating his rank.
However, the buttons on his chest were left unfastened, revealing a chest as solid as a rock. Around his waist, he wore a wide belt with metal spikes protruding from it, though one seemed to be missing.
At this moment, the man was walking towards the obsidian-armored general. As he took each step, a faint glow seemed to emanate from his body, and the air around him appeared distorted.
Chen Chuan observed this figure, and if he wasn't mistaken, this should be the fighter who had been recalled from the World Ring. The fallen airship was likely his handiwork.
Now that this person had arrived...
As he was thinking, Chen Chuan noticed another airship of similar size to the crashed one approaching from the sky. Simultaneously, he faintly heard the sound of drums and music, a majestic and powerful melody that grew clearer as it drew closer.
He raised an eyebrow, recalling that when he had inquired about Principal Yao, Teacher Xue had said he would understand in due time. Now, it seemed, the time had come.
After the obsidian-armored general emerged from the flames, a man with tied-back hair stepped forward. They stood face-to-face, neither seeming eager to initiate combat.
The drumbeats and music grew louder as the airship drew near, and then a figure leaped from it, landing with a thunderous impact on the ground. A shockwave rippled outward, and a powerful gust of wind seemed to sweep across the plain, flattening the nearby low bushes.
A tall and burly figure appeared, cloaked in a cape and wielding a thick-backed longsword. As he approached, a faint glow radiated from his body.
This person should be Principal Yao, Chen Chuan thought. In the past few years at Wu Yi, he had never met his principal.
However, he understood that as a fighter, one wouldn't be burdened with administrative tasks. It wasn't a matter of capability; those with such combat prowess couldn't be confined to specific roles. Their power was needed in particular situations.
As Yao Zhiyi approached, he took up a position opposite the youth with tied-back hair, forming a triangle with the obsidian-armored general at the center. They stood about a hundred meters apart.
The youth with tied-back hair lifted his hand, and the obsidian-armored general raised his spear in response. A force seemed to collide in the air, and the tip of the spear suddenly glowed, blindingly bright, before fading after a while.
The youth with tied-back hair pulled on the chain in his hand, a series of hooked knives connected together. He shook the chain, causing it to rattle, and said, "Wei Guochan, you won't be able to escape today."
Yao Zhiyi spoke in a deep voice, "Xiao Wan, let's not jump to conclusions before the task is complete."
The youth with tied-back hair said, "Principal Yao, you know I can't keep quiet about this, and we've surrounded him. How can he possibly escape?"
"Then hold your tongue for now. After dealing with Wei Guochan, you can speak your mind!"
Yao Zhiyi let out a shout, his thick eyebrows furrowed, as he gripped the longsword in both hands. Leaning forward slightly, the faint glow around him flickered, and then he expanded it outward, creating a thick layer of fiery red light that enveloped his entire body.
The youth with tied-back hair also pulled on his hooked knives, and a radiant orange aura enveloped him. His originally black eyes now gleamed with the same hue.
At this moment, the obsidian-armored general also underwent a transformation. Black smoke swirled around him, as dark as ink, merging with his armor.
The youth with tied-back hair took the initiative, letting out a battle cry as he dashed forward. With a powerful swing of his hooked knives, he collided with the general like a ball of fiery orange.
The obsidian-armored general raised his spear, and before their weapons made contact, a field seemed to clash between them, emitting a deep, shattering sound. The ground around them cracked, forming concentric circles.
The two seemed to freeze for a moment, and then a blinding flash erupted, as if someone was rapidly flashing and flickering within. The ground trembled incessantly, and finally, a powerful shockwave rippled outward, accompanied by a thunderous roar that echoed across the plain.
After a while, as the dust and air currents gradually settled, it became apparent that both of them had sunk into the loose sandy mud. The area they stood on resembled a crater over a hundred meters wide, as if it had been struck by multiple heavy artillery shells. Yet, the radiant aura around their bodies continued to flicker.
The youth's hair tie had come loose, revealing his chest, from which wisps of black smoke rose. The same smoke also emanated from various parts of his body, but his hooked chain had firmly grasped the tip of the spear in front of him.
The Obsidian Armor General's thick armor now bore numerous cracks, with flickering orange-red auras dancing across its surface. He held the spear tightly, unwilling to let go, but it was evident that his body had seemingly swelled to more than double its original size, particularly his upper body. Two arms extended from his shoulders, and another pair emerged from under his ribs, all four additional arms covered in armor.
At that moment, a brilliant flame erupted beside them, and Yao Zhiyi raised his long-handled great saber, swinging it down towards the Obsidian Armor General. The saber glowed with intense red light, carrying a formidable force.
However, amidst the roar, the saber couldn't cut through as a thick, radiant arm blocked its path.
This man had black, shoulder-length hair, with bangs covering his forehead, revealing only the lower half of his face and his determined jawline. Yet, piercing brilliance seemed to shine through the strands of hair, and he wore a loose, white fighting suit, with the hem falling just above his calves. His fists and arms were wrapped in wrist wraps.
At this moment, he held one arm bent and clenched in a fist, his muscles bulging. The silvery-white glow emanating from his arms seemed alive, dancing incessantly. The saber's flame and this radiant light clashed in mid-air, and where they met, sparks and debris flickered and scattered.
Yao Zhiyi looked at him, his face turning solemn. In a low voice, he said, "The Pure School's Vast Sky Fist Style? So, you're Zhao Zhenye? You shouldn't have interfered in this matter today."
The man's eyes were covered by his bangs, making his expression indiscernible. He merely said, "I'm sorry, but I had made a promise."
(End of Chapter)
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