Chapter 524: Chapter 522: Final Battle
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Qin Hao lay down between the three young girls and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, the duel arrived.
It was night.
The moon shone brightly, stars sparse, the sky deep, the night filled with sorrow.
Zhongshan, located three hundred miles outside the city. The mountain’s peak stands at 3648 meters, not high in elevation, but with countless cliffs and steep terrains, giving the mountain an imposing and majestic feel from afar.
In ancient times, only those with great physical strength could climb to the top. But now, with development by the tourism department, a delicate white jade staircase winds upward, allowing ordinary people to easily reach the peak in about half an hour.
Actually, Zhongshan at night is also a great night view of the provincial city, attracting many pedestrians who take advantage of the night to climb it.
However, today, for some unknown reason, the entire scenic area was completely sealed off.
The streetlights on the path were also mysteriously unlit, with all of Zhongshan shrouded in the bright moonlight, as though a faint sense of melancholy permeated the entire mountain.
At the summit.
The wind wasn’t strong, but it was chilling, blowing against one’s face, sending a cold wave through the heart.
In the moonlight, a black figure could be seen standing on a flat area at the top of the mountain.
The figure stood beneath a large tree, its thick branches blocking the moonlight, enveloping the figure in shadow.
In the distance, a tall young man slowly walked up the white jade staircase.
Despite the area being sealed off, why was there suddenly a young man appearing?
The answer was soon revealed as the young man reached the peak, the moonlight casting upon him, adding a touch of sanctity to his presence.
His face was very handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a broad forehead, deep eyes, and a touch of keen smile on his lips.
At this moment, upon seeing the figure in the shadow, the young man’s sword-like brows slightly arched, the curve very appealing, yet carrying a stern and cold demeanor.
"You’re late, Qin Hao."
As the young man approached, a voice came from under the shadow.
His voice was somewhat deep, yet very robust, a simple sentence echoed across the entire summit.
Even though this person didn’t intend it, his voice echoed powerfully, reflecting the strength of his inner strength and physique!
"Xiao Lingtian, I’m quite busy, unlike you, who lives each day waiting for death."
Due to the deep shadow, Qin Hao couldn’t see Xiao Lingtian’s expression, but he noticed how bright the latter’s eyes were in the darkness.
Those eyes contained absolute hatred and a desire to kill.
Any normal person faced with such a glare would likely have their soul scared out of them.
The reason is clear, the owner of those eyes is the Huaxia Military God! A legendary figure who dominated Southeast Asia for twenty whole years!
Yet, Qin Hao remained unmoved, his body and mind as calm as a serene lake, void of ripples.
To him, be it the Military God or a legend, they were but obstacles before him.
As long as his fists were strong enough, no one could stop him!
"Impressive, to remain so calm at this stage, Qin Hao, you didn’t disappoint me!"
Xiao Lingtian stepped forward, and his slightly aged face finally came into view.
"You seem older than I imagined!"
Qin Hao sighed, realizing that at some point, the black-haired, black-browed Xiao Lingtian had ceased to exist.
The man standing before him had hair, beard, and eyebrows all intact, but they had quietly turned snow-white.
Xiao Lingtian said nothing, silently channeling his inner strength.
Qin Hao shook his head helplessly, "Xiao Lingtian, I merely killed your son, yet you let it stress you to the point of whitening your hair?"
Xiao Lingtian remained silent, but his forehead creased further, a boundless killing intent filled the air!
Qin Hao seemed oblivious, continuing, "I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you. But you, you’ve disappointed me. A true Military God should dedicate his life entirely to Martial Arts, not be distracted by other things, much less be heartbroken over a worthless son!"
As these words fell, a fierce wind blew, shaking the branches wildly, countless leaves falling rapidly.
The temperature in the air dropped ten degrees suddenly, bringing a coolness even to this warm place.
In this eerie situation, Xiao Lingtian moved. He answered Qin Hao with a simple action.
A punch.
Even from five meters away, the fist felt like a mountain pressing down, carrying an overwhelmingly domineering aura.
"Good hit!"
Qin Hao shouted exuberantly, raising his hand to strike with his palm.
Boom!
As fist and palm met, an explosion rang out, the air filled with dense smoke, so thick it obscured vision.
Qin Hao was swiftly pushed back by the immense force, yet despite the smoke, his eyes remained locked on a spot.
From that spot, a tremendously majestic aura flashed by.
Boom!
Another explosion sounded, a spark flashed in the air.
Qin Hao rolled on the ground, dodging the fierce strike.
But he hadn’t regained his footing when he felt a chilling sensation on his back.
Slash!
Despite reacting swiftly, Qin Hao felt a sting on his back as he narrowly dodged.
"Good move, to maintain such strength despite your condition, you’re indeed deserving of the title Huaxia Military God."
Settling down, turning around, Qin Hao grinned at the spot in the smoke.
He touched his back, finding a three-inch-long scar there.
"Qin Hao, the intelligence wasn’t wrong, your wit surpasses your Martial Arts."
With a gust of wind, the smoke finally dispersed, revealing Xiao Lingtian’s expressionless face.
Qin Hao smiled nonchalantly, his back muscles tensing instantly, stopping the bleeding from the scar.
"In life, happiness is most important. I do feel sorry for you, Military God, oh, what a resounding title it is."
Qin Hao spoke with utter indifference, "But, do people even understand your heart? You may appear indifferent to your son, yet the white hair betrays you. Xiao Lingtian, even if you pretend to be heartless, I can see your current state of mind."
"With your son gone and the Xiao Family’s lineage cut, it must be very painful, right?"
Xiao Lingtian’s expression didn’t change, but his brows knitted tighter, "Qin Hao, there’s no need to waste your breath. Your mind games have no effect on me. Although Jintian’s death saddens me, it hasn’t affected my Martial Arts Will. As long as I kill you today, Jintian’s soul will be at peace."
In battles between masters, the timing, geographical advantage, and human harmony are vital. Besides these, spirit, state, and mindset also influence the outcome.
Qin Hao, as the Night Emperor, has fought countless battles. Now facing the greatest enemy of his life, he naturally wants to undermine the opponent to secure victory.
However, Xiao Lingtian proved more formidable than expected, not only unaffected in mindset but with even stronger resolve.
Feeling the opponent’s determination and killing intent, Qin Hao felt helpless but not disappointed. Instead, he grinned, "Do you want to know how Xiao Jintian begged for mercy before he died?"
Xiao Lingtian sneered coldly, "Then do you want to know the situation when the Qin Family was annihilated?"
Qin Hao licked his lips, his eyes as sharp as knives, "The Qin Family may be gone, but I’m still here, and can continue the bloodline. But what about you? An old man with a dead son, the Xiao Family is probably facing extinction!"