Chapter 416
Chapter 416
“I never thought Lu Sheng’s punches could be so beautiful!” Lin Wanwan, standing next to Dong Qingxue, said with fascination, “It’s just as impressive as my father’s …”
Dong Qingxue’s body trembled slightly at these words, but she said nothing.
For the generals fighting Lu Sheng, the greatest feeling was … frustration and humiliation.
Especially for the Level 8 generals and the Seven Luminaries of the East. As top Grandmasters, they had absolute confidence and pride. Even if they had been defeated by Dong Shengyi in one or a few moves before, they never imagined … that one day they would be toyed with like infants on the training ground. Victory and defeat were at the whim of their opponent. Touching their opponent was a luxury.
The absolute skill gap in martial arts felt like an enormous chasm between them and Lu Sheng. It was a deep sense of despair and helplessness, like fighting the sky, which rained down thunder and fire while they could only swing their fists at the air.
“Damn it …!” One of the top generals among the Seven Luminaries couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes red as he roared in anger. His body suddenly expanded, and an unparalleled, domineering will erupted from him, converging into the alloy long sword in his hand. The surrounding generals among the Seven Luminaries tacitly understood and charged at Lu Sheng simultaneously. This was their last stand, betting the honor and dignity of the Generals’ List and the Seven Luminaries.
Each person unleashed their ultimate combat power, their strongest attack. Various Grandmaster-level martial wills shone like stars. Facing the assault, this time, Lu Sheng didn’t dodge. “Consider this my final respect to you,” Lu Sheng said calmly, his eyes serene.
Standing still, he raised his right arm, his fingers stiff and straight, forming a blade with his hand. Then … he casually slashed around him. In an instant, a bloody aura burst forth. The spectators felt as if they saw a farmer in a golden wheat field under the scorching sun, raising his sickle high … In a blur, heads flew, and blood spurted like fountains…
Regaining their senses, they realized the battle on the training ground had already ended. The remaining members of the Seven Luminaries stood still, their bodies stiff, faces blank. Lu Sheng walked calmly through their encirclement, leaving behind bodies that suddenly split and fell—pieces of cloth, patches of scalp, buttons from shoulders.
The vast training ground fell into a dead silence. Snow fell heavier. As the number of Masters on the training ground rapidly decreased, large snowflakes began to drift into the field. Thus, Lu Sheng’s grand performance came to an end. This was a battle that countless people would remember forever. In this battle, Lu Sheng thoroughly demonstrated what it meant to be a First General Star of the East, what it meant to be the Scorching Sun of the East. He showed the vast distance between the sun and the stars.
And as Lu Sheng had said at the start—if he had used weapons, few would have survived. The fact proved it. If Lu Sheng had truly intended to kill, with weapons in hand, today’s battle would have resulted in rivers of blood in the Eastern Military Region, mourning in every household …
Lu Sheng felt a bit regretful. He hadn’t fully displayed his foundation. Many abilities hadn’t been used, such as Level 4 spear techniques, Level 4 Sword techniques, Level 8 Spiritual Power, and the Wish Wheel Blade… Using his hand as a blade was the most convenient; he was used to the Life Slaughtering Blade, so he chose what he was most comfortable with. He hadn’t fully enjoyed himself, yet everyone had already fallen.
The silence on the field lasted a long time, even General He Dingjun forgot to announce the end. He was also numb from watching. He had thought of giving Lu Sheng a grand stage to build momentum and create an idol for the entire Eastern Military Region. Unexpectedly … he had created a “god!”
A myth of the Eastern Military Region’s Star Generals.
Lu Sheng, in high spirits, walked out of the training ground, step by step, towards Dong Shengyi. At this moment, Dong Shengyi stood there, his once upright posture now somewhat bent, his head slightly lowered. He stared blankly at Lu Sheng walking through the snow, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. His will had been shattered, his martial path broken. His steps were hesitant, his eyes lost, not knowing where to go.
But Lu Sheng felt it wasn’t enough. “Dong Shengyi, do you think this is enough?”
Lu Sheng stood before Dong Shengyi, just thirty centimeters away, looking him in the eye, speaking calmly. Dong Shengyi’s confusion vanished instantly, his spine straightened, and a final glint of stubborn pride shone in his eyes.
“Not enough,” Dong Shengyi gritted his teeth, shaking his head obstinately, “If I …”
Before Dong Shengyi could finish his sentence, Lu Sheng’s voice rang out again.
“Is it enough now?” Dong Shengyi looked up, his pupils constricting instantly. In his black eyes appeared hundreds of Lu Shengs, surrounding him from different angles, each emitting a different aura—explosive, cold, heavy, ethereal …
These Lu Shengs spoke simultaneously, their voices merging into one sentence, “Dong Shengyi, is it enough now?”
The sound of something breaking echoed in Dong Shengyi’s mind. The last light in his eyes quickly extinguished. His expression turned bleak, his energy rapidly waning. His body began to sway, falling into an abyss, sinking deeper and deeper …
In just a few seconds, the brilliance of Dong Shengyi’s pride faded completely. His appearance unchanged, yet giving off an entirely different vibe. His martial path … had been completely shattered by Lu Sheng. It was cruel, but compared to Dong Qingxue’s life, Lu Sheng felt it was already merciful.
No matter the reason, everyone must bear the consequences of their mistakes. Dong Shengyi was destined never to reach Level 9; Lu Sheng merely ended his delusions early.
Turning around, Lu Sheng saw the training ground in dead silence. No one spoke; everyone watched him. Lu Sheng’s method of breaking Dong Shengyi’s martial path had shocked them once again.
People’s ability to withstand shocks had a threshold, a self-protection mechanism. Once this threshold was exceeded, speech, expressions, and movements were rendered powerless. The person fell into a state of numbness.
Generally, the stronger the will, the higher the threshold. But now, the threshold of the five generals on the highest stand and many commanders had been broken.
The gray-haired marshal, serving as the Eastern Marshal, spoke with deep emotion. It was unclear whether his words were meant for himself, the generals beside him, or everyone present. “This boy,” he began, his voice resonating with admiration, “retiring as a marshal and advancing… he can truly be called a Sage!”
The snow fell heavier …