sinovels Chapter 77 True Martial Manifests
Chapter 77 True Martial Manifests
Chen Yang blocked the stairwell, fighting the monsters to the death with his fists!
As for the other members of the Bureau of Dissidents, they were all injured. Chen Yang felt he was about to give up too!
The last trace of internal energy in his body was about to disappear. After all, Chen Yang was only at the fourth level of martial arts, and his internal energy was limited, not inexhaustible.
Having discovered that he could kill these monsters, Chen Yang immediately slew fifteen monsters. However, he soon had to retreat from the battlefield due to insufficient internal energy and began to recover his internal energy.
As for the stairwell being blocked by other colleagues, they had less internal energy and quickly retreated.
Having recovered some of his internal energy, Chen charged forward again!
After taking down a scorpion with a single punch, Chen Yang gasped for breath, his heart filled with despair.
Because these monsters still swarmed in large numbers, at least several hundred, but they couldn't hold on any longer, or rather, their inner energy had run out.
Chen Yang discovered that he could easily handle the individual combat strength of these monsters, but he was no match for them in a battle of attrition!
"I'm going to the underworld to summon my old comrades, with ten thousand banners to slay Yama! How frustrating! I never thought I, Chen Yang, would die at the hands of such cannon fodder!" Chen Yang thought to himself.
But he fought to the death, because his colleagues behind him were in worse physical condition, all wounded and unable to fight.
As for ordinary people, they're doomed! They don't even have internal energy, so these monsters are practically immortal to them.
Chen Yang stood there, inwardly complaining, "Why aren't the reinforcements here yet?"
Grandpa Zhenwu, hurry up and unleash your divine power!
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The Zhenwu Hall was empty except for a statue of Zhenwu, a Zhenwu sword, an incense burner, fruit offerings, and a prayer mat.
In front of Su Fan was the actual projection of Chen Yang's side.
"Amazing! Amazing! Chen Yang truly deserves to be called the number one martial artist in the world today; he's really good at fighting," Su Fan exclaimed.
"If I relied solely on internal energy martial arts, how many of these earth scorpions could I kill?" Su Fan asked the heavens in boredom.
"Ten!" came the emotionless voice of the Heavenly Dao.
"Ten?! Chen Yang killed more than twenty. Why can he kill more than twenty while I can only kill ten? Tell me!" Su Fan questioned.
"Chen Yang is at the fourth level of martial arts, while you are only at the third level!" Heaven said.
"But I'm proficient in countless martial arts techniques!" Su Fan said discontentedly. "Heavens! Do you know how Han Xin died?"
The Heavenly Dao, being very perceptive, played a scene from a TV series that Su Fan remembered: Liu Bang asked Han Xin how many soldiers he could command, and Han Xin replied 100,000. Liu Bang then asked Han Xin how many soldiers he could command, and Han Xin replied the more the better.
"You know what I mean!" Su Fan said upon seeing this.
"After all, I have all your memories," Tiandao replied.
"If you understand, why do you still dare to say that?" Su Fan asked.
"Because my essence is the embodiment of the world's will. It's just that you copied your memories into me, but I am still the world's will. If you need, you can even change my settings, but my current reaction is what I would do under your settings," the Heavenly Dao replied.
"What are you babbling about? I don't understand! It's time for Zhenwu to save the day. This is a script for Zhenwu Chuanwu, not for Chen Yang to play a tragic protagonist." Su Fan spoke up to bring the plot back on track.
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"How dare you, you beast, be so insolent!" A golden phantom, ten thousand feet tall, appeared on Zhenwu Peak and shouted.
With this shout, the monsters Su Fan created all stopped moving, as if suppressed by an invisible force.
The golden phantom was ten thousand feet tall, and its face was exactly the same as that of the Zhenwu Emperor enshrined in the Zhenwu Hall.
The enormous phantom could be seen not only by the crowd on Zhenwu Peak, but even in the suburbs of Zhenwu City.
"It's the True Martial Emperor! The True Martial Emperor has manifested!"
"Great! It's the True Martial Emperor! We're saved!"
"I knew the legends weren't false! The True Martial Emperor really exists! The five-colored auspicious clouds I saw before were probably a prelude to his descent!"
"Extraordinary indeed! I knew a tiny country like Japan could have divine intervention, how could we not!"
"The ancients weren't lying to us; their prayers and worship of gods and Buddhas weren't foolish. There might really have been gods in the past!"
"By the way, how do I join the True Martial Hall? Is the True Martial Hall still recruiting? I don't mean anything by it, I've just admired the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) since I was a child!"
The True Martial Emperor's fake, ten-thousand-foot-tall golden body successfully fooled everyone!
Nothing is more soul-stirring than witnessing a miracle firsthand. Even the most staunch atheist would turn to believe in God's existence upon seeing such a sight.
Moreover, many of the tourists here are pilgrims and lay Buddhists who tended to believe in supernatural beings and spirits when the world had no such thing as the extraordinary or the supernatural.
After all, if a staunch atheist does not pay respects to temples or worship gods, they generally would not come to temples.
"Phew!" Chen Yang gasped for breath. "I survived!"
Chen Yang said with some disbelief, but his conviction that he was the protagonist only grew stronger.
"Looks like we don't have to die, the True Martial Emperor has descended!" Chen Yang smiled at his colleague and said.
How could I, not being the protagonist, happen to encounter such an outrageous event? How could I, not being the protagonist, be so lucky to turn misfortune into good fortune? Indeed, I, Chen Yang, am the chosen one, the protagonist!
Chen Yang completely relaxed and no longer cared about the monster next to him.
What a joke! Under the suppression of the True Martial Emperor, how could these monsters possibly attack him?
The True Martial Emperor's main focus is on vanquishing demons and exorcising evil spirits, so Chen Yang wasn't worried at all! Protected by the True Martial Emperor, all evil cannot invade him!
"Hmph!" The Zhenwu Emperor's golden body, standing ten thousand feet tall, snorted coldly before Zhenwu Peak. The Zhenwu Sword seemed to possess a spirit, floating in mid-air and flying into the sky.
This was naturally Su Fan controlling the True Martial Sword in a tangible yet intangible way using his spiritual power!
"Look! That's the Zhenwu Sword, the divine sword enshrined in the Zhenwu Hall alongside the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor!"
"This sword looks rather ordinary. Its appearance is not worthy of the awesome Zhenwu Emperor at all."
"I even secretly checked it out before, and it didn't seem strange!"
"What do you know? The divine artifact is simply concealing its true nature. Otherwise, even the greatest opportunity would be useless to ordinary people! Ordinary people are limited in their vision; they see mountains as mountains and water as water. How could they possibly know the supreme and precious nature of a divine artifact!"
"No, no, no, I think it's probably just an ordinary sword! But what makes a divine artifact a divine artifact isn't how powerful it is, but that a god used it, and that's why it's a divine artifact. Even if the True Martial Emperor used an ear pick, that used ear pick is still a divine artifact!"
The old Taoist priest of Zhenwu Hall bowed deeply and said devoutly, "We respectfully welcome the manifestation of the Holy Emperor Zhenwu of the Northern Pole, the Supreme God of the Mysterious Heaven. Your disciple sincerely kowtows to the Heavenly Venerable's compassionate light!"
The Taoist priest was already old, with white hair and beard, and had the air of an immortal. At this moment, facing the manifestation of Zhenwu, his golden body remained calm and respectful.
This makes believers, tourists, and pilgrims firmly believe that what has been passed down from ancient times is indeed true, and that this old Taoist priest really has real skills and is not a fraudulent charlatan!
Could this old Taoist priest even possess extraordinary abilities? As for why he acted so ordinary and unremarkable before, he must have been deliberately hiding his true strength to test the believers on behalf of the True Martial Emperor!
Little did they know that this old Taoist priest, though outwardly calm, was inwardly just as panicked!
How could the True Martial Emperor have actually manifested? It turns out that the True Martial Emperor really exists.
So, when he was a child, he played in the Zhenwu Hall and even slept on the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor? Did the Zhenwu Emperor find out? Would the Zhenwu Emperor just strike him down with a thunderbolt and turn him to ashes?!
Probably not! But even he himself doesn't believe that! According to records, this man was originally the crown prince of Jing Le Kingdom. He was tall and brave, and vowed to eliminate all demons in the world and not to inherit the throne.
This doesn't seem like someone easy to deal with! Just as the old Taoist priest was lamenting his fate, a flash of inspiration struck him: this person's core is a compassionate and merciful righteous god who saves people from suffering, not some evil god.
Also known as the Heavenly Venerable Who Ends Suffering and Saves from Calamity, his title also includes Benevolence and Blessing, God of Peace and Prosperity. His subjugation of demons is merely a means to an end; his purpose is to save all living beings and deliver all sentient beings from suffering. How could he possibly be concerned about his own fate?
Besides, I was just a child, so I can't blame myself for being ignorant, right? And looking back on my life, even if I wasn't perfect, I was still a devout believer, I didn't do anything bad, and I'm definitely not a demon!
The old Taoist priest consoled himself.
In my heart, I kept praising the Heavenly Venerable's compassion! At the same time, I felt some resentment towards my master who had already passed away!
My dear master! Why won't you pass on any real skills to me? It's one thing if you don't teach me anything useful and take everything to your grave, but at least leave me some treasures to protect myself!
Suddenly, I realized that I had only glanced at the legacy my master left behind and hadn't paid much attention to it! If there is a future, I must study the precious legacy my master left behind.