The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix – Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Brother Liang, You Strike, I Strike

Bang—

Chacha—

The sound of air breaking and rock plates shattering was endless.

In the training ground to the northwest of Chi Long Mansion, a white-haired elder with tattoos carved into his face sat cross-legged, gritting his teeth and staring at the alluring Hat Man fifty feet away.

“Why?!”

Wu Chengzhou’s voice held three parts bewilderment, three parts anger, and four parts disbelief.

The Hat Man shifted two steps to his right. The next moment, countless blood-colored spikes shot out from the ground where he had just been standing.

“Why can’t I hit you!!!”

After Wu Chengzhou’s next desperate question, the Hat Man formed a sword finger with his hand and channeled his spiritual energy.

Boom—

Instantly, a bolt of lightning descended, striking directly at the Protective Spirit Shield surrounding Wu Chengzhou.

This lightning spell, while appearing incredibly powerful, only left a crack about the size of a palm on the Protective Spirit Shield.

Wu Chengzhou immediately channeled spiritual energy to restore the spirit shield. Then, with his eyes wide with rage, he raised his hand.

“Die for me!!”

However, the moment he raised his hand, the Hat Man quickly darted forward ten feet.

Boom—

Countless illusory black holes suddenly appeared in the sky, and blood-colored chains shot out from the void, smashing the ground he had just been standing on into a three-foot-deep pit.

The next moment, the Hat Man once again used his spiritual energy to bring down a lightning spell, striking Wu Chengzhou’s Protective Spirit Shield, only for Wu Chengzhou to infuse it with spiritual energy and restore it to its previous state.

Having lived for so many years, Liang Zhu had killed more powerful cultivators than he had hands and feet, but this was the first time he had fought a Demonic cultivator so frustratingly.

There were no deceptive tactics of feints and real moves, nor grand collisions of spiritual energy.

It was simply “You strike, I strike,” a playful battle that resembled a game of chess.

The only difference from chess was that the rules of this game were not entirely fair.

Wu Chengzhou could make countless mistakes, while he would die from a single mistake.

However, he didn’t believe he would make a mistake. When he was carrying out assassination missions for Seven Kill Gate, he could hold his breath at the bottom of a lake for seven days and seven nights, remaining highly focused to find the opportune moment.

Dodging Wu Chengzhou’s attacks now was as easy as sprinkling water.

In fact, while dodging, he was inwardly grumbling: Ye Anping is truly like a ghost.

The formation he had set up earlier in the Jiang Mansion courtyard using spirit wood stakes perfectly mirrored the moves Wu Chengzhou had unleashed in the last two quarters of an hour.

If someone told him now that Ye Anping was a transformed “Ascaris spirit” that had taken human form from inside the belly of the early Core Formation cultivator before him, he would believe it without hesitation.

Swish—

Liang Zhu turned sideways and tilted his head. Two blood-colored threads grazed the outline of his body before he leaped up and performed a split in the air, dodging countless blood cones shot from below. Finally, he condensed his spiritual energy into a spirit shield the size of a palm, blocking a blood blade that he couldn’t dodge.

“Tsk…”

Liang Zhu glanced at Wu Chengzhou, feeling somewhat annoyed.

A cultivator who specialized in formations was indeed not strong in direct combat, and this person was only one minor realm above him. However, he could also feel that this Demonic cultivator’s sea of spiritual energy was extremely abundant.

If this continued, it would take at least two hours before it ended.

—Should I risk getting closer and try to end this quickly?

Liang Zhu hesitated, but considering he didn’t need to risk his life for Ye Anping, he abandoned the idea.

“Forget it, I’ll wait for Old Sixth to come and handle it. I’ll just stall.”

With that said, he cast another small spell on Wu Chengzhou’s Protective Spirit Shield.

Boom—

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At the same time, on the rooftop of a three-story building about eight hundred feet away, three cultivators wearing bamboo hats watched Liang Zhu, who was dancing in the training ground, with speechless expressions.

Feng Yu Die, being carried on Pei Lianxue’s shoulder, stared for a long time before glancing at Ye Anping beside her and asking:

“Young Master Ye… what is he doing?”

“Fighting.”

“…”

Ye Anping felt a bit speechless. He had been quite worried when he brought his Junior Sister and Feng Yu Die here.

After all, although he had practiced with Liang Zhu for an entire afternoon and Liang Zhu had learned quickly, the reality was that “Wu Chengzhou could make countless mistakes, while he would die from a single mistake.”

Therefore, if Liang Zhu were to make one slip-up, he would be severely injured.

Yet now, there were no injuries on Liang Zhu, not even his clothes or bamboo hat were damaged.

Undoubtedly, Liang Zhu was slacking.

He had been dancing fifty feet away from Wu Chengzhou the entire time, never once stepping within fifty feet of him.

Wu Chengzhou had set up twelve killing formations around himself. The range covered by each formation varied, but once one entered his vicinity within fifty feet, the formations’ range would overlap.

The closer one got to Wu Chengzhou, the faster the killing formations became, the greater the number of attacks, and the harder they were to dodge.

This BOSS in the game was a time-limited BOSS. Players just needed to last until Wu Chengzhou’s spiritual energy was depleted. The closer one got, the faster Wu Chengzhou’s spiritual energy would be consumed. But if the time limit was reached,

It was euphemistically called “Wu Chengzhou doesn’t want to waste time with you anymore,” but in reality, it meant Wu Chengzhou would self-destruct, wiping out the entire party of players.

However, in the game, after Wu Chengzhou self-destructed, players needed to fight again. But this was the real world; if he self-destructed, at most, only Liang Zhu would die.

“Young Master Ye, aren’t we going to help?”

Ye Anping glanced at Feng Yu Die and said:

“Do you want to go in and dance?”

“No…” Feng Yu Die shrunk her head. “Then what do we do?”

“Wait. Wu Chengzhou will go mad soon.”

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“Why can you always dodge, you brat? Why, why, why, why…”

The rambling whispers aggravated Liang Zhu’s already agitated mood even further.

“Shut up, you old fart.”

“Why, why, why…”

Looking at Wu Chengzhou’s bloodshot eyes, Liang Zhu suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. He immediately dodged the oncoming blood blades while looking for an opportunity to retreat.

And as he stepped back five paces, suddenly…

Boom—

A beam of red light shot up into the sky.

Instantly, the pitted ground of the training ground seemed to transform into a surging tide, twisting and writhing.

Countless tentacles, like peeled octopuses, surged from underground, covering the sky and attacking Liang Zhu.

The smell of blood instantly filled the entire training ground.

Liang Zhu’s eyes widened, his face filled with horror.

“What?”

Ye Anping had never told him about this move.

This clearly wasn’t something he could dodge with a mere twist and turn.

However, he quickly regained his senses. He immediately took out a stone bowl from his Storage Bag, tossed it into the air, formed a sword finger with both hands, and cast a spell.

Dong dong—

The sound of bells echoed through the wilderness. The stone bowl tossed into the sky instantly enlarged a hundredfold, its surface shining with a dazzling golden light. It then snapped shut, trapping Liang Zhu inside.

The next moment, the octopus-like tentacles slammed against the rim of the bowl, but they couldn’t shake it in the slightest.

“Why!!! You brat!!! Ahhhhh—!”

Wu Chengzhou, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the training ground, bit down on his few remaining teeth. Then, he was entangled and tightened by the countless tentacles surrounding him.

The next moment, a gaping bloody maw emerged from underground, swallowing Wu Chengzhou and everything within a hundred-foot radius—bricks, stones, and living beings alike—before sinking back into the earth and disappearing.

After the maw vanished, only the yellow earth remained on the training ground, along with a golden stone bowl.

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