Chapter 195

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Chapter 195: Qiao Mu’s Last Words

It won’t last long!

This is a well-known truth among people.

So when Qiao Mu unleashed the powerful Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, Captain Hai and the others knew that he was fighting with his own life.

The more bravely he fought, the more he displayed a power that surpassed their understanding of hundreds of years, which greatly shook Captain Hai and the others.

Because such an unrestrained burst of power would inevitably push the limits of the human body, it was a brutal fighting style that guaranteed death on the battlefield. Even Captain Hai and the veteran soldiers who were used to risking their lives in battle couldn’t help but be amazed.

They were accustomed to life and death, and accustomed to sacrificing for their comrades.

However, individuals like him were always radiant and rare. Even if they died, their images would be deeply imprinted in their memories.

That figure seemed to unleash a storm of blood within the bean soldier formation, each spear strike releasing a dense and indelible blood-red light, piercing through the large bean soldier’s body and causing it to shatter from the inside out.

The bean soldiers were unaffected by pain or tears, though they had a physical form, they were not flesh and blood beings, but rather inhuman Taoist soldiers manipulated by others.

So, that dense, indelible blood-red light was, in fact, the blood of the elderly Qiao family member.

A fight to the death! A fight to the death!

It’s unclear what he did, but the tall bean soldier was mesmerized by him. They surrounded him from all sides and even managed to temporarily hide Qiao Mu from Captain Hai and the others’ view.

"He won’t last long… how much internal strength does he have left?"

Captain Hai couldn’t help but shiver in his heart. He led his soldiers bravely in battle but they struggled to break through the thick wall of bean soldiers.

These bean soldiers may easily crumble under Qiao Mu’s long spear, but even with his immense strength, Qiao Mu had to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method to fight desperately in order to achieve such unstoppable momentum.

It may seem effortless, but it’s actually a fight for his life.

For Captain Hai and the others whose internal strength couldn’t match Qiao Mu’s, these tall bean soldiers were tough monsters. Even fatal wounds like piercing through the chest or abdomen would only momentarily stiffen the bean soldiers’ bodies.

Only Qiao Mu, unleashing a massive force from within and disregarding the loss of internal strength, could achieve such a level.

"Is he still alive?" Captain Hai and the others couldn’t help but think of this.

Unknowingly, Qiao Mu, a veteran from Jiu Province, had become the sharpest spear on the battlefield.

Captain Hai thought to himself that with his three hundred veteran soldiers, he might meet his end in this desert today.

Even if he fought to the death against these fifty small soldiers, there would likely be few survivors.

And Qiao Mu is a variable.

He showed Captain Hai and the veterans a glimpse of turning the tide of battle, so if he is alive, their morale is still intact.

If even Qiao Mu, the strongest and most powerful, with hundreds of years of strength, dies at the hands of these small soldiers?

Then this battle will be a battle to destroy the city.

And at this moment.

"Fight to the death in all directions!"

Spear shadows, one after another, accompanied by sharp flashes of blood, pierced through the human wall formed by the tall small soldiers.

In the tightly woven net, there was a dazzling flash of blood.

The crimson internal strength surged like waves, roaring out repeatedly with each swing of Qiao Mu’s spear.

This is a military technique recorded in Li Changge’s "Military Martial Arts Classic," a book about the military and martial arts.

Qiao Mu had already perfected the Great Yan Military Spear Skill to the point where it had no flaws and could not be improved further, but he felt limited.

The Military Spear Skill was not a profound spear technique, but rather one practiced by common soldiers in Great Yan.

However, in Li Changge’s compilation of martial arts that focused on spiritual refining, called the "Military Martial Arts Classic," there were battlefield techniques that were closely related to the Military Spear Skill and knife techniques.

With Qiao Mu’s perfected battlefield Military Spear Skill as a foundation, it wasn’t difficult to learn.

The styles were similar, both being battlefield spear techniques that focused on facing multiple opponents and had straightforward bursts of internal strength, but the techniques were more efficient.

"This should be a martial technique that surpasses full force, like the Long Life Fist Ripple Stacking Wave Strength, but I am still not proficient…" Qiao Mu thought to himself.

Many layers of spear shadows covered the bean soldiers in an instant, engulfing everything around them.

The emotionless and tall bean soldiers suddenly had holes appearing all over their bodies, then their bodies shattered and fell to the ground.

"Kill… thirty." Qiao Mu leaned on his spear, starting to catch his breath.

Qiao Mu’s gray hair, soaked in sweat, stuck to his forehead, mixing with blood, making him look disheveled.

The intense red aura that enveloped Qiao Mu’s body gradually faded, becoming less visible to the naked eye.

Just like a short-lived burst, this was a natural law that couldn’t be changed even with desperate efforts.

The more ferocious the outburst, the closer it represented Qiao Mu’s proximity to death.

Behind the unstoppable breakthrough of the bean soldiers, Qiao Mu’s internal strength was rapidly declining throughout his body.

However, there was no room to catch a breath on the battlefield.

After he had just defeated a group of bean soldiers, new bean soldiers approached.

This time, it was a tall bean general who was three meters tall, taller than the rest of the bean soldiers.

The bean general had a funny appearance, with a tall and upright figure, a round and full belly, and small green bean-sized eyes. He also carried a giant hammer that was as tall as a person on his shoulder.

A loud sound came from the air as the giant hammer swung around and swept towards Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu suddenly turned around, sensing something, but it was already too late to avoid it.

There wasn’t much space to dodge on the battlefield, especially when he was intentionally targeted by the bean soldiers. They were surrounding him from all directions.

Although Shadow Step was already perfected, it was still a skill of a thief, specializing in jumping across roofs and sneaking around.

"Why should I hide?"

Qiao Mu’s blood was rushing through his body. He was used to a life of fighting to the death, experiencing the thrilling battles that most people had never experienced from birth to death. It had become his daily routine.

His whole body hurt, but it made him more focused. The more dangerous it was, the calmer he became.

"Can’t hide, can’t escape."

"His internal strength has weakened, if he tries to resist, he will surely die."

"So…" He looked up and saw the tall bean general holding a heavy hammer.

"I deserve to die too."

At that moment, Captain Hai, who was leading his soldiers against the bean soldiers, seemed to sense something and looked up.

The bean general, holding the heavy hammer, stood on top of the sand dune, casting a shadow over the old man trapped in the midst of the battle.

The huge hammer created a strong gust of wind, blowing Qiao Mu’s white hair, mixed with blood, off his scalp.

The wind blew fiercely.

The old man’s eyes were sharp like a knife’s edge, as he tightly gripped the long spear in his hand. The red aura once again shimmered on the tip of the spear, like a fleeting shooting star.

Boom!

Amidst the thunderous roar, his figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing onto the sandy ground.

The tall bean general was half-kneeling on the sandy ground, with a deformed and twisted long spear pierced through his chest, impaling him.

But that was all.

However, the bean general maintained a blank expression on his face, and no fresh blood flowed from the wound.

After a brief stiffness, the bean general slowly stood up again, only this time with slightly more rigid and slower movements.

On the sandy ground.

Qiao Mu lay on the ground, his body like shattered porcelain, blood pouring out from his entire body, staining the yellow sand red.

The right arm of Spear was broken, and his waist and abdomen bones were clearly deformed. He fell into a pool of blood, looking calmly at the sky.

Captain Hai and the other old soldiers were shocked, but they didn’t turn back.

If even someone as skilled as Qiao Mu fought to the death, then it meant that there was no hope in this battle.

Is it because human strength sometimes runs out?

No matter how brave the martial artist was, in the end, they were powerless to change the course of fate. Just like the old generals in the army, they met a tragic end, with their bodies dead, their spirits extinguished, and the sands stained with their blood.

They didn’t look back.

The battlefield is not a place for mourning the dead. If they distracted themselves by mourning the deceased, then the next one to die on the battlefield would be the old soldiers themselves.

The dead are already gone. The living will step over the bodies of the dead and continue fighting until their own demise.

A dark figure flashed by, and Lu Yanbei, covered in blood, rushed forward.

Lu Yanbei is not an experienced soldier, he is a wanderer, so he rushed over.

He glanced at Qiao Mu’s injuries and felt heavy-hearted, he helped the badly injured Qiao Mu up from the sandy ground.

With his eyes open, Qiao Mu looked at the battlefield. He saw the bean general with a long spear pierced through his chest, as well as the soldiers who were still fighting.

He was very calm, so calm that even the experienced martial artists at the inn were a bit surprised.

This was not a pretense, death had no power over Qiao Mu, it could even be considered as a painful reward.

Qiao Mu calmly surveyed his surroundings.

He keenly noticed that, despite not defeating the bean general with his final attack, the soldiers had a subtle change in morale, even though they didn’t turn back…

The battlefield was not just Qiao Mu’s battlefield.

But he stood at the forefront, like the sharpest edge of a blade on the battlefield, so his every move naturally affected the morale of our soldiers.

Lu Yanbei didn’t know what Qiao Mu was thinking and just asked in a low voice:

"Did you leave a final message?"

The old man in this pool of blood, as if seeing a glimpse of light, weakly reached out his remaining left hand and grabbed Lu Yanbei’ wrist, his eyes fixed on this old man.

Fresh blood gushed out from all his wounds as he fell into the pool of blood, his eyes wide open and his mouth struggling to speak:

"Tell them–"

"The reinforcements are real…the Immortal Slaying Army does exist!"

"The remnants of the Great Yan army are not fighting alone, hold on for a while longer, the reinforcements will arrive soon…"

This feeble and aged voice echoed throughout the battlefield, carried far by the hot desert wind.

This final message, seemingly exhausting the old man’s last strength, may be weak, but it carried far.

The voice swept across the battlefield, over the vast number of soldiers’ tombstones beneath the lonely city, and over the broken city walls.

Storyteller Clairvoyance felt a tremor in their heart, and the old soldiers on the battlefield subconsciously glanced sideways.

Captain Hai turned back for the first time, his expression complicated and his heart filled with mixed feelings. He tightened the war sword in his hand, causing his knuckles to turn white.

He had been feeling fortunate that he had made a quick decision and lied with the help of the outsider martial artist, Qiao Shuangsen, which led to a month of prosperity and contentment for the lonely city.

But now, he only felt lost in his heart.

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