178: Where are all the martial arts masters I have?
Neither Nangong nor Cui Moyang believed Chu Qing.
Chu Qing also didn't explain.
At this moment, he swallowed the Secret medicine and began to cultivate his Golden Bone.
Before he mastered the Black Water Bone Refining Method, it took him ten hours to cultivate one Black Gold Bone.
He could cultivate at most two per day.
The remaining time was all spent recovering his foundation.
This efficiency, for Cui Moyang and Nangong, was already unimaginably high.
However:
Chu Qing was still not satisfied.
He frantically improved the Realm of the top-tier Black Water Bone Refining Method.
Hoping for even higher efficiency.
Now:
The top-tier Black Water Bone Refining Method had finally reached the Proficient Realm. Now, after swallowing the Secret medicine, the efficiency of cultivating the Golden Bone had greatly improved.
Crack! Pop!
A bone broke.
Then, the Secret medicine took effect, and the Black Water Bone Refining Method generated Power.
In one hour, the progress increased by more than 20%.
"A proficient-level top-tier Secret method, after swallowing the Secret medicine, is far more terrifying than a master-level one."
"I just don't know what kind of Power it will have after reaching Major Achievement."
To reach Major Achievement, he needed to drink thirty tons of cold black water.
It seemed like a huge amount, but in reality, it was very simple.
"After returning to Shiji Mountain tomorrow, I must complete this promotion condition immediately."
One hour... three hours... it was deep into the night for Chu Qing.
But Zheng Zhixiang, fierce as ever, continued to urge his rebel army to attack Shiji Mountain.
Whoosh!
Chu Qing stood up, spread his arms, and said to Cui Moyang and Nangong:
"Armor me!"
Cui Moyang silently helped him put on his armor.
Nangong rolled her eyes and grumbled, "Are you treating me like a female slave now?"
Chu Qing laughed, "Can you do what a female slave does?"
Nangong was stunned for a moment, then spat.
Cui Moyang, beside them, said coldly, "Don't think too much."
"Wait until you come back alive tonight!"
She was truly worried.
Because:
The rebel army's camp was extremely heavily guarded.
And they were all elites.
Let alone a single person; even a group of people, if they charged in, whether they could come out alive would depend on luck.
But:
Chu Qing insisted on doing it this way.
It was really... dangerous.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Chu Qing, clad in Heavily Armored, then stretched his limbs, chains wrapped around him, and began to charge.
Initially:
His footsteps were very light.
But as his running speed increased, his footsteps became heavier.
After ten meters:
His footsteps sounded like a normal person's.
After a hundred meters:
Cui Moyang and Nangong could still hear the heavy footsteps.
At this time:
In the rebel camp: The vigilant sentries had strange expressions:
"Hey, did you hear a strange sound?"
Someone nodded and said, "I heard it!"
"It sounds like a Dragon turning over?"
At this moment, an experienced rebel soldier's face changed drastically and he said, "No, these are footsteps."
"At least a hundred-man Heavily Armored elite squad charging."
"It's terrifying, their footsteps are exactly the same."
"Quick, blow the horn!"
Someone grabbed the ox horn at his waist, preparing to blow it, when he heard the footsteps become more urgent.
The next second, the darkness seemed to be torn apart.
Then, they saw a young man in Heavily Armored, tearing through the darkness as if tearing black cloth, rushing out with endless killing intent.
Boom!
The Heavily Armored youth crashed directly into a unlucky person.
In just a flash, that unlucky person was smashed into a bloody mist.
This Heavily Armored youth was Chu Qing.
He roared, imitating the tone of a rebel soldier, shouting:
"Run, the enemy is coming!"
"Enemies everywhere!"
"Run!"
Chu Qing, self-directed and self-acted.
Creating an atmosphere of panic.
At the same time, he sped up his running.
He fully activated Savage Collision, constantly advancing.
Boom!
Boom!
Rebel soldiers were smashed.
Brazier flew.
Tents were torn.
Barricades flew.
While running and crashing, he shouted, "Kill!"
"Run!"
"Zheng Zhixiang is dead!"
Military camps are most prone to camp riots.
At this time, Chu Qing was shouting and yelling, and frantically screaming that Zheng Zhixiang was dead.
Then:
The rebel army rioted.
In the central command tent:
Zheng Zhixiang woke up immediately.
He was fully armored, and seeing the banner-carrying soldiers in a panic, he roared.
Then, he personally picked up the large banner and roared:
"Zheng Zhixiang is here; who dares to come and fight?"
"Zheng Zhixiang is here, who dares to kill me?"
He waved the large banner, shouting frantically.
The rioting soldiers finally calmed down.
More and more soldiers gathered around him.
Zheng Zhixiang sneered, "Chu Qing is nothing more than this, dreaming of a night raid and camp riot?"
He looked around and saw a blood-red line moving around in the smoke.
A master.
The opponent was definitely a master.
But so what?
Zheng Zhixiang sneered, "Pass on my order: The Ninth Blade-Shield Battle Team, go southwest and kill the invading enemy!"
He waved the military banner.
Strong men wearing leather armor and holding large shields taller than a person formed a shield formation and charged towards Chu Qing in a mighty torrent.
Before long, a messenger galloped on horseback and shouted loudly:
"Report, General, something bad has happened. After the blade-shield soldiers blocked the attacker, that attacker was fierce and terrifying, smashing through the large shields and turning all our brothers into bloody mist."
Zheng Zhixiang was furious, waving the military banner, and actually live-exploded the messenger.
"Pass on my order—command the Heavily Armored Soldiers to go and block him."
"Remember, kill without mercy!"
A messenger said excitedly, "Yes, sir!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The messenger galloped away.
Before long, a three-hundred-man Tie Jia army, like a steel torrent, charged towards Chu Qing.
In the distance, shouts of killing and the clashing of metal were incessant.
Zheng Zhixiang was restless, his fingers pressing several indentations into the flagstaff.
A few minutes later:
The sound of clashing metal weakened considerably.
The shouts of killing also weakened.
Some soldiers said excitedly, "That attacker must have been killed."
Only Zheng Zhixiang felt uneasy in his heart.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Warhorses galloped, and a messenger came roaring, directly falling off his horse and kowtowing:
"General, first, when the archers and crossbowmen shot at Chu Qing, he used a Chain Spear to kill them all; later, when the strong men arrived, they were smashed into bloody mist by Chu Qing; after the cavalry arrived, Chu Qing ran wildly around the camp, and the tents were smashed by our own cavalry."
Zheng Zhixiang grabbed half of the military banner, waved it a few times, but didn't hit anyone.
Then, he was silent for a moment, and said faintly, "Where are my Jianghu wanderers?"
Messenger: "Uh... General, they are still wandering around, looking for an opportunity."
Pfft!
Zheng Zhixiang vomited blood.