Chapter 110
'Get a hold of yourself!'
Jiang Ziya recklessly poured his energy into Nezha's limp body.
Nezha had already lost his vitality and had withered like a dead flower.
No matter how much water one gave to a dead flower, it would not come back to life.
But Jiang Ziya, who was no different from a layman in medicine, could not think of any other way to revive Nezha.
Jiang Ziya did not give up and was unsparingly pouring the energy of the Six Arts and Three Strategies towards Nezha.
Hiss!
Although Nezha's body, which had lost its life, did not move, Jiang Ziya found something that was faintly spreading in Nezha's chest.
An alien energy that an ordinary person would not have felt.
'It's magic!'
Since it was right after he had heard Shen Gongbao's words, Jiang Ziya immediately noticed where this energy was coming from.
The mysterious jewel in Nezha's heart.
If this were truly Nezha's essence, perhaps another way might arise.
But that was also just a guess.
As the precariously connected energy of the magic was cut off, Jiang Ziya laid Nezha's body on the ground with a sorrowful heart.
Nezha would never show his foolish smile again, nor would he be able to look at him.
Jiang Ziya felt as if this whole situation were his fault.
If he had not been involved, perhaps Nezha would have been hiding in a safe place alone.
"You brat... what is your relationship with this demon head?"
"Demon head?"
Jiang Ziya, at Wu Guang's question, let out a hollow laugh.
How on earth could he see Nezha as a demon head?
Jiang Ziya staggered and got up.
Although he had poured a huge amount of power in a short time, it was difficult to maintain his balance, as if he were a reed swaying in the wind, but Jiang Ziya stood up with his will and glared at Wu Guang.
"In my eyes, it is the old Taoist who looks like a murderer."
"Haha... Immeasurable Buddha... now I see that the culprit was not far away!"
Wu Guang fixed his grip on the broken Tai Chi Sword.
Although it was strange that Xi Xichang had suddenly subdued Tang Yizheng with her sword.
Since Jiang Ziya, who had visited the Tang Clan with her, was so openly revealing his close relationship with the culprit in front of him, this was something that could not be overlooked.
Moreover, the situation was difficult to find out the mastermind since Nezha, who seemed to be the culprit, was dead.
At this time, since Jiang Ziya had appeared, it could not be a more welcome thing for him.
"I will make you confess your evil plan right now!"
As Wu Guang displayed the Two Forms Infinite Divine Art, his sword soon began to move as if it were flowing on the wind and flew towards Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya, seeing Wu Guang's move, roughly stretched out his hand.
Six Arts and Three Strategies.
The chapter of the Demonic Strategy.
The Six Arts Hand.
The figure of Jiang Ziya, who had been standing in place, swayed lightly, and then his appearance spread like an afterimage and began to stretch out his hands dizzily towards Wu Guang.
Wu Guang, who was surprised that the move of Jiang Ziya, whom he had looked down on, was more brilliant and dizzying than he had expected, hurriedly turned the sword that he had stretched out and blocked the fists and palms that were flying towards him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Around Wu Guang, Jiang Ziya's figure flashed in an ever-changing manner. The moves of Jiang Ziya, who was throwing out his fists and palms as if he were teleporting, exuded the dignity of a martial arts master, not the appearance of a simple scholar.
"This brat?"
Wu Guang could not hide his bewilderment and hurriedly displayed the Two Forms Infinite Divine Sword.
The afterimages created by Jiang Ziya, who had blurred his eyes and had multiplied into seven, took turns, and sometimes together, they threw their fists at Wu Guang.
Wu Guang let out a roar at the afterimages of Jiang Ziya.
Swoosh!
Although Wu Guang had cut down three afterimages with a single sword with a roar, the merciless attacks of the remaining afterimages began to pour down on Wu Guang like a shower.
Wu Guang, with a sweet smell in his mouth, gritted his teeth.
Since the martial artists of the Tang Clan were all preoccupied with Tang Yizheng's safety, they had no strength to help him, and Wu Guang's face was not so light as to request a joint attack against such a young brat.
Since he had consumed a lot of true qi against Nezha, it was obvious that he was running out of steam against the attack of Jiang Ziya, who was stronger than he had expected.
Wu Guang gathered all his strength and swung his sword again at the remaining afterimages.
The appearance of Wu Guang, who had already become a beggar in the fight with Nezha, was becoming even more miserable.
If an unknown person were to see him, they would not even dream that he was a prestigious elder of the Wudang Sect and an elder of the Martial Arts Alliance.
But true to the reputation of the Wise Sword, Wu Guang's sword was fiercely destroying Jiang Ziya's afterimages one by one.
Soon, when only the seventh and final afterimage remained, Wu Guang showed a faint smile, as if he had predicted his victory.
There was no doubt that the final afterimage was Jiang Ziya's real body, not an afterimage.
"This brat!"
The Two Forms Infinite Divine Sword of Wu Guang, which was displayed with the last bit of strength, was no different from a final move.
His Tai Chi Sword, with a blue sword qi, cut the last afterimage in one go.
Thwack!
But strangely, no sensation was felt at the tip of Wu Guang's Tai Chi Sword.
A sensation of cutting through the air, not the sensation of cutting flesh and bones that should have been felt.
Wu Guang opened his eyes wide and looked at the scattering afterimage as if he could not believe it.
If all seven figures were afterimages, where on earth was Jiang Ziya?
At that moment, the foot of Jiang Ziya, who had bent his waist and had rushed down, flew towards Wu Guang's chest.
Thwack!
"Ugh!"
Wu Guang, feeling his blood and qi getting tangled, hurriedly spun his body.
Fortunately, he did not show the disgrace of vomiting blood, but it was clear that he had suffered an internal injury since his inside was in a mess.
Wu Guang could not believe how he had displayed an ever-changing move that could completely deceive him in front of his eyes.
How on earth had that weak-looking scholar learned such a supreme martial art?
"Y-you brat... what is your identity?"
Although he felt a pain in his chest, it was clear that Jiang Ziya had shown mercy in his hand.
If Jiang Ziya had been determined, his chest bone would have been broken by the blow just now, and Wu Guang might have died on the spot.
Jiang Ziya, instead of answering, took out the Tonglin that had been on his back and swung it towards the ground.
Swoosh!
As the Tonglin, which had been in the shape of a bow, stretched out and became like a pole, Wu Guang's complexion darkened rapidly.
Seeing him display a fist and foot art, he had thought that that was his specialty, but he had not known that he also had the ability to handle a weapon.
Wu Guang composed his shaken blood and qi and composed his breath.
Xi Xichang, who had been subduing Tang Yizheng, swallowed her admiration in her heart at the sight of Jiang Ziya subduing Wu Guang.
Although she had seen his strange skills in the Tang Clan before, and had also seen him facing the Two Strange Men of the Unshaven before, he was now showing a much more outstanding skill.
She had confirmed with her own eyes that Jiang Ziya was a great master with a great skill, as Yang Jian had evaluated.
Jiang Ziya did not back down at all against Wu Guang, who could be called an elder of Wudang.
Moreover, seeing that Wu Guang was struggling, it was clear that Jiang Ziya was already in the lead against him.
Xi Xichang hurriedly organized her thoughts as to why Jiang Ziya was angry, seeing the dead monster.
Tang Yizheng's monologue just now, and Tang Yizheng's reaction.
And Jiang Ziya, who had been somewhat suspicious while he had been investigating alone, seemed to be very close to the monster...
'A bad person. He lies without batting an eye...'
Although she could not know the exact situation, Xi Xichang, who had finished a rough deduction, put more strength into the sword that was aimed at Tang Yizheng.
"Wise Sword... what... what is this?"
"That's what I want to ask. Head of the Tang Clan. What is your relationship with that monster?"
"I don't know what you're talking about... put down this sword at once!"
Tang Yizheng did not show a flustered expression and tried to subdue Xi Xichang with a shout.
But no matter how bold he pretended to be, his heart was already greatly shaken.
He could not hide the anxiety and guilt that were revealed in his voice.
"Is that monster by any chance... your flesh and blood, head of the Tang Clan?"
"Wh-what..."
Tang Yizheng was greatly flustered at Xi Xichang's question.
"Didn't you say that the thing that the monster was holding was the Heaven-Mixing Silk that your wife had given him?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"No, I heard it clearly. And also the story that you said that his mother was wrong about you."
"What is that...! Did you have a dream or something?"
Tang Yizheng had not even known that he had been talking to himself in a hurry.
Xi Xichang, at Tang Yizheng's reaction, glared at him as if she were dumbfounded.
Although it was true that she had tried to borrow the power of the Sichuan Tang Clan for the Qingcheng Sect, what she had needed was the power of a prestigious family with a high reputation that was in charge of one axis of the righteous sects of Sichuan, not the power of a hideous person who had abandoned the natural order of things.
Moreover, the age of the dead monster was younger than her brother, a mere child.
Xi Xichang, for some reason, saw the image of her young brother, Xibal, overlapping with Nezha, and her anger rose.
"I don't know why you're saying such a thing, but that, that monster... is not my child."
Tang Yizheng's answer, who was hurriedly making an excuse, was truly disgusting.
"Aren't you afraid of heaven?!"
Xi Xichang, seeing the still-denying Tang Yizheng, ended up making a loud noise, even though it was a touch-and-go situation where Jiang Ziya and Wu Guang were about to clash again.
Xi Xichang's cry focused the attention of the arena.
Wu Guang took his gaze off Jiang Ziya and now turned his suspicious gaze towards Tang Yizheng.
Jiang Ziya also looked at Tang Yizheng's attitude with disgust and stepped back to hold Nezha's body.
Nezha's body was so poisonous that it was difficult for an ordinary person to even approach it, let alone to hold it. The sleeve of Jiang Ziya's clothes that had touched Nezha's body was sizzling and burning. But Jiang Ziya, without caring, held Nezha and strode towards that side.
"If you are not a beast, answer clearly."
"Wh-what are you doing!"
Tang Yizheng hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, and the startled Xi Xichang also hurriedly put away her sword and stepped back from between them.
"Is it really a person you don't know, head of the Tang Clan?"
Tang Yizheng tried hard to avoid his gaze towards Nezha with his trembling pupils.
As the situation was turning strange, Wu Guang also read the unusual atmosphere and was moving his feet towards them.
"What are you all doing! Make these people retreat at once!"
At the scream-like command of the unbearable Tang Yizheng, the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who had come to their senses, all rushed towards them.
Jiang Ziya put strength into his fist, holding Nezha's body.
What was the difference between the man standing in front of him and the monsters of the Hermit's Valley?
The habit of eating and abandoning their comrades... except for the fact that he was wearing silk clothes, he could not find any other difference.
More than dozens of martial artists of the Tang Clan displayed a sword formation and came forward to protect their head of the family.
If it were to continue like this, Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang might have to fight against the numerous martial artists of the Tang Clan in the Sichuan Tang Clan.
Rumble!
Bang!
"Aack!"
At that moment, a sound of a lightning bolt striking from a clear sky was heard.
A pair of streaks of light that were emitting a strong light fell between the rushing martial artists.
A pair of swords that were emitting heat and steam.
Jiang Ziya knew the name of that familiar sword.
"Arang Twin Swords..."
It was Yang Jian, who had been moving after Jiang Ziya, who had appeared.
Yang Jian, who had appeared high in the sky, descended into the arena like a falling thunderbolt, as befitting a great master and a supreme master.
The martial artists of the Tang Clan who had been around him were scattered in a panic by the shockwave.
A strong strong qi was still remaining around Yang Jian's body, to the extent that it would melt the surrounding dirt and stones.
Even Wu Guang was so surprised at his authority that his mouth was open.
"Huh... Twin Swords of Guankou..."
Since he had not shown his face even once until now, he had even forgotten that he was here.
Wu Guang, seeing the chaotic situation and Yang Jian, who had taken control of the surroundings in one go, let out a short sigh.
(End of Chapter)