The purple-robed middle-aged man, like a dead dog, was held by the neck and dangled in the air by Jiang Wuming. Blood gushed from his left shoulder, and his body trembled incessantly.
Having lost an arm, his internal true qi was in disarray. He was unable to activate his protective true qi in a short period. Relying solely on his physical body, he could not withstand the lightning strikes, evolved by true qi, from Jiang Wuming.
"General Jiang Wuming has defeated the enemy!"
"We won, we won!!"
At the same time, at the edge of the training ground, everyone, whether it was the members of the East Sea Branch led by Qin Linhai, or the teachers of the East Sea Martial Academy led by Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Xueqin, was filled with excitement.
Among them, the members of the East Sea Branch shouted excitedly.
As for the teachers of the East Sea Martial Academy, they wept with joy!
To win the battle to defend the East Sea Martial Academy, all the teachers of the East Sea Martial Academy had participated, including Zhang Guanzhong. Several of them had died on the training ground, and Xia Xueqin had burned her true qi, draining her life!
For them, this battle had been too difficult!
Victory had not come easily!
It was not just them; Qin Xiaozhi, Xing Tian, Dongfang Xiaoyao, and Huangfu Weixia felt the same.
Since the formation of the Battle Dragon team, whether it was the battle at Putuo Temple or the battle at the War God Pharmaceutical Research Institute, although they had encountered trouble and difficulties, they had narrowly escaped and won the battles without any team members dying.
But today, someone had died.
Moreover, if Jiang Wuming had not broken through to the eleventh stage of Two-star War God at the most critical moment and turned the tide, everyone would have died here!
"We won!"
At the same time, in the office of the Hanghu War God Pharmaceutical Research Institute, Li Lianyi saw Jiang Wuming gripping the purple-robed middle-aged man's neck as if he were holding a dead dog. She immediately clenched her fists, waved them forcefully, and excitedly shouted these two words.
"Hoo..."
After the excitement, she relaxed her fists and let out a long sigh, sitting back in her office chair.
Only then did her heart completely settle, but her gaze did not leave the screen, remaining fixed on the young man.
"We won!"
"General Wuming has defeated the enemy!"
In the Eastern Domain Army's combat command center, everyone, including commanders Qin Yuanzheng and Zhu Shengxian, was extremely excited after seeing the scene on the screen. Some could not help but roar.
They had been suppressed for too long.
To be precise, ever since the second batch of extraterrestrial enemies descended, the situation had been unfavorable for Jiang Wuming and the others. They began to worry about Jiang Wuming and the others, and the atmosphere in the entire combat command room was very oppressive.
Even when Jiang Wuming had awakened at the most critical moment and gone alone to face the purple-robed middle-aged man, they still felt suppressed!
This was because they did not know that Jiang Wuming had broken through to the eleventh stage of Two-star War God. They subjectively believed that Jiang Wuming could not possibly fight and kill the purple-robed middle-aged man alone, and could only stall for time, waiting for the rescue of Minister of War Elder Zhou Hetu.
However—
The young man who had repeatedly created martial arts legends had once again brought them a great surprise!
At this moment, they did not think about why the young man could break the purple-robed middle-aged man's moves or defeat him at close range. Instead, they were immersed in the joy of victory after hardship!
At the headquarters of the Ministry of War, Qi Wufu and the others were also excited by Jiang Wuming's comeback.
But beyond the excitement, they were all very curious: How had Jiang Wuming done it?
With their curiosity, they looked at Qi Wufu one after another, hoping that Qi Wufu could enlighten them.
"It seems you are all very curious about the reason for Wuming's comeback. Let me tell you my personal judgment.
Wuming took the opportunity to heal his injuries while Xia Xueqin was fighting the enemy, and he broke through to the legendary eleventh stage—this can be seen from his attacks. He still cannot achieve the separation of true qi from his body.
And although the enemy had cracked Xia Xueqin's desperate attack, the Heavenly Dragon Sword Formation, he was also wounded. Moreover, he was shot by Qin Xiaozhi, Yuanzheng's grandson, and was seriously injured, unable to use his peak combat strength.
This is the reason, or basis, for Wuming daring to fight desperately with the enemy.
On this basis, Wuming used a forbidden technique of the Daoist sect during his recent attack.
Regarding this forbidden technique, I have never seen anyone use it before, only read about it in books. Its power is immense.
But these are not enough.
The reason Wuming could win this battle also cannot be separated from his life-and-death combat experience.
He knew that the pocket evolved by the enemy's true qi was terrifying, but he also saw that the enemy could not be disturbed or interrupted when using that move, so he took the opportunity to get close.
And in this process, Wuming was actually gambling.
First, he gambled that he could hit the enemy before the enemy's attack injured him.
Second, he gambled that his attack could break through the enemy's protective true qi.
And the enemy most likely believed that Wuming's attack could not injure him.
At that moment, both sides engaged in a battle of wits.
In the end, Wuming won the gamble!"
Qi Wufu saw that the overall situation was settled and put his mind at ease. He spoke his views on this battle to everyone.
Swish, swish, swish...
As Qi Wufu finished speaking, everyone, including Staff Officer Li Rui, turned their gaze to the young man in the screen.
At this moment, in addition to excitement, their faces also showed admiration and relief!
They admired Jiang Wuming's courage, composure, and decisiveness!
They felt fortunate that the Ministry of War and Long Country had such a powerful genius as Jiang Wuming!
Today, if Jiang Wuming and the Battle Dragon team had not temporarily attended the graduation ceremony of the fourth-year students of the East Sea Martial Academy, if Jiang Wuming had not meticulously commanded the first two battles, and if Jiang Wuming had not miraculously broken through in despair and acted decisively in the final battle, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
At this moment, they also clearly saw that on the face of the purple-robed middle-aged man in the screen, there was no trace of his previous arrogance and bloodlust. There was only shock!
The shock was that he had actually been defeated by Jiang Wuming!
The fear was that his role had been swapped with Jiang Wuming's—at this moment, he was like a fish on a chopping block, to be slaughtered by Jiang Wuming at will!
"Why is your combat power so terrifying? Even if you broke through to the legendary eleventh stage of Two-star War God, you shouldn't be this strong!"
Amidst the shock, the purple-robed middle-aged man spoke subconsciously. Then, without waiting for Jiang Wuming to answer, he continued:
"Supreme Divine Art!
Your final attack contained power other than true qi, which can only be achieved by Supreme Divine Art!
Because you used the Supreme Divine Art, you erupted with combat power exceeding the Three-star War God realm at the eleventh stage of Two-star War God!
However, how can there be Supreme Divine Art in this barbaric world of martial arts?
And how can you cultivate the Supreme Divine Art?!"
"You're spouting so much nonsense to stall for time and stabilize your internal true qi for a final counter-attack."
Jiang Wuming responded coldly.
Swish!
The shock on the purple-robed middle-aged man's face instantly turned into panic—his intentions had been seen through by Jiang Wuming!
Immediately, his expression turned extremely ferocious, and he frantically stimulated his true qi.
However—
Before the purple-robed middle-aged man could launch his final attack, Jiang Wuming, with the purple-robed middle-aged man's neck in his left hand, clenched his right fist. True qi coiled around his fist, and lightning flashed. He fiercely struck the purple-robed middle-aged man's abdomen.
"Bang!"
"Pfft—"
Then, two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
Jiang Wuming's punch destroyed the purple-robed middle-aged man's dantian. A fist-sized bloody hole appeared in his abdomen, and blood gushed out.
The dantian is one of the most important parts of a martial artist. The circulation of true qi for all martial arts moves requires passing through the dantian.
Once a martial artist's dantian is destroyed, they are basically unable to use internal force and true qi and will be completely crippled!
"Kill... kill me!"
The purple-robed middle-aged man's plan for a final counter-attack was shattered. At the same time, he realized his dantian was destroyed and knew he had no chance.
Bang!
The response to the purple-robed middle-aged man was a dull thud.
Jiang Wuming fiercely threw the purple-robed middle-aged man to the ground, stepped on his legs, then crouched down and grabbed the purple-robed middle-aged man's head.
"You... what are you doing?!"
The purple-robed middle-aged man, realizing something, shouted in terror.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood. You will surely die, but before you die, you must kowtow and apologize to the departed heroes, the living warriors, the twenty million people of the East Sea, and the people of Long Country!"
Jiang Wuming responded coldly.
As the words fell, Jiang Wuming no longer gave the purple-robed middle-aged man a chance to speak. He pressed the purple-robed middle-aged man's head and smashed it towards the ground.
"Bang!"
"Crack—"
The purple-robed middle-aged man knelt on the ground, and facing the entrance of the training ground, towards Ren Xiaoyao, Xia Xueqin, and the statue of Jiang Zhan, he forcefully kowtowed once. His nasal bone snapped, and his face was bloody and mangled.
"You... native little beast, kill me..."
The purple-robed middle-aged man instantly broke down. His inner pride was shattered by this kowtow, and he felt that life was worse than death.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Jiang Wuming remained silent, pressing the purple-robed middle-aged man's head, making him kowtow forcefully two more times.
"Ugh..."
Seeing this scene, Ren Xiaoyao, Xia Xueqin, and the others at the entrance of the training ground were stunned.
Not long ago, the purple-robed middle-aged man was like the God of Death, reaping the lives of their warriors.
And now, the purple-robed middle-aged man, like a dead dog, knelt on the ground, kowtowing and apologizing to them, the dead warriors, and the twenty million people of the East Sea and tens of millions of people of Long Country!
All of this felt like a dream, leaving them in a daze!
After the daze, they only felt their blood boiling uncontrollably, and their faith became even more steadfast—in the near future, when the young man fully matured, he would surely be able to lead the people of Long Country to defeat the extraterrestrial enemies and make them never dare to step foot on Long Country's land again!
Swish!
At the same time, Jiang Wuming said nothing, reached out again, and grabbed the purple-robed middle-aged man's neck. He picked up a saber from the ground, and then, like dragging a dead dog, dragged the purple-robed middle-aged man towards the curtain.
What was Jiang Wuming going to do?
Seeing this, whether it was Ren Xiaoyao, Xia Xueqin, Qin Linhai, and others present at the scene, or Qi Wufu, Qin Yuanzheng, and Li Lianyi, who were watching through the surveillance screen, they were all somewhat confused.
There was no answer. They looked at Jiang Wuming in confusion as he walked step by step to the front of the curtain.
Bang!
Jiang Wuming threw the purple-robed middle-aged man to the ground again.
"You... native little beast, kill me..."
The purple-robed middle-aged man roared and begged for death again ferociously.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The response to the purple-robed middle-aged man was three slashes.
Jiang Wuming almost instantly unleashed three slashes.
After the three slashes, the purple-robed middle-aged man's right arm and both legs were severed.
"Ah—"
The purple-robed middle-aged man screamed in pain, his body twisting and struggling.
However—
He was stomped on the back of his neck by Jiang Wuming, stopping his struggle.
Swish, swish, swish...
Then, the young man swung his saber again.
This time, he did not slash at the purple-robed middle-aged man. Instead, he used the saber as a brush and blood as ink, leaving a line of text on the purple-robed middle-aged man's back.
"You... native trash, what did you write on my back?!"
The purple-robed middle-aged man roared when he sensed Jiang Wuming writing on his back.
"Bang!"
The response was a dull thud.
He was kicked flying by Jiang Wuming, carrying the line of text left by Jiang Wuming, and flew back to the curtain.
Clang!
At the same time, the young man thrust the saber into the ground and sat cross-legged again.
Looking at the young man's blood-stained back, everyone, including Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Xueqin, was silent. The line of bloody text left by the young man on the purple-robed middle-aged man's back kept appearing in their minds.
"Today, I, at the Two-star War God realm, killed this dog; in the future, if I ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts, I will slaughter all extraterrestrial enemies alone!
—Jiang Wuming."
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ps: A large chapter.