sinovels #134 - Black Stone
#134 - Black Stone
Wei Zixian had said when he passed the Mad Demon 108 Staff Technique to Lu Jing.
This staff technique emphasized offense over defense, its essence lying in the word 'mad'.
The one hundred and eight moves began with a strong attack, each move madder than the last, the momentum constantly building, its power increasing the longer the battle lasted.
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Until the Mad Demon descended upon the world, unstoppable by anyone.
Unfortunately, Lu Jing's previous opponents, except for Yama's Xiao, were not strong enough.
They couldn't force him to use the Mad Demon 108 Staff Technique to its later stages.
Rarely did he encounter an opponent so resistant to blows, yet not as fast as him, unable to harm him, only able to be beaten unilaterally, like a natural sandbag.
So Lu Jing didn't hold back, and completely unleashed the Zen staff in his hand.
The one hundred and eight moves were delivered one after another, without holding back any reserves.
Thus, each staff strike was fiercer than the last!
The resulting wind pressure even suppressed the terrifying sandstorm coming head-on.
Each time the Zen staff landed, it was accompanied by a metallic clang.
Resounding endlessly like a great bell!
And a deep pit would appear on the iron armor that was struck!
Moreover, as time passed, the deep pit became even deeper.
Perhaps sensing that his companion was in danger.
The tall warrior who had entered the shop earlier strode back outside, brandishing his scimitar to join the battle.
However, his arrival still couldn't reverse the suppressed situation.
After figuring out the strength, speed, and movement patterns of these warriors, Lu Jing completely controlled the direction of the battle.
Later, when the Mad Demon 108 Staff Technique was fully unleashed, each staff strike possessed astonishing power, actually breaking the arm of one of the iron-clad warriors!
However, no blood gushed out from the break, instead, a large cluster of fine sand poured down from the severed arm, and before it could fall to the ground, it was blown away by the strong wind.
Lu Jing wasn't surprised, having fought for so long, he already knew that these three iron-clad warriors were no ordinary people.
After all, a normal person would have had their internal organs shattered by so many staff strikes, even with iron armor protecting them.
Yet these three, even with their armor riddled with pits and dents, in a terrible state, and even with a broken arm, their attack speed and power were almost unchanged from the beginning.
This level of combat endurance would make all martial artists envious.
However, when it came to endurance, Lu Jing had never been afraid of anyone, even if the bodies of the three iron-clad warriors contained that kind of Yin, cold, and decaying aura.
Even after fighting until now, Lu Jing had only consumed less than a third of his internal energy.
And the balance of victory had completely tilted towards his side.
After continuous accumulation of power, the current Mad Demon 108 Staff Technique had reached an unstoppable momentum.
As the Zen staff continued to fall, Lu Jing broke the remaining five arms one by one.
At this point, the three iron-clad warriors had completely lost their ability to attack.
At this time, the sandstorm was also receding at a visible speed, and the sky above was gradually returning to its original color.
Lu Jing slammed an iron-clad warrior to the ground, and before he could swing the Zen staff at the other two, he saw that they had actually fallen to the ground on their own.
Then, the armor on their bodies began to fall off piece by piece.
In a short while, it littered the ground.
Finally, the bronze mask also fell to the ground.
And behind that mask, there was only a handful of yellow sand.
Lu Jing waited for a while, confirming that the yellow sand would not re-condense into human form, before walking to one of the piles of sand, kicking away the various armor and protective gear inside.
His gaze finally landed on a small black stone.
Lu Jing couldn't tell what material the small stone was made of, it looked somewhat like agate, but the surface didn't have the glassy luster of agate, and the color was darker than natural agate, feeling somewhat cold to the touch, as if it never absorbed heat.
Lu Jing sensed a familiar aura from this black stone.
He hesitated for a moment, then tried to inject a trace of true energy into it.
However, immediately afterwards, Lu Jing seemed to have thought of something, and the gaze he directed at the black stone in his hand gradually became strange.
This thing… other martial artists would probably avoid it like the plague, but for him, it seemed like it could be developed and utilized.
This discovery couldn't help but excite Lu Jing.
However, there was still some time before his internal energy refreshed, so Lu Jing didn't immediately take action, he carefully put away the three black stones.
Then, he returned to the tailor shop.
Because of his timely action, the three people in the shop had survived.
However, perhaps because they were too frightened before, even though the sandstorm had passed, the three of them were still hesitant to go out.
Even Lu Jing's entry from outside startled them, thinking that the tall warrior had returned.
The shop assistant was so scared that he wanted to dive under the table on the spot.
In the end, it was the female shopkeeper who was quick, grabbing him and calming him down, then rubbing her eyes, before saying to Lu Jing at the door, "You… you're still alive?!"
Lu Jing could hear the shock in her words.
Because in the female shopkeeper's mind, no one was a match for those things, not to mention that there were three iron-clad warriors outside, and the sandstorm was their home ground, where ordinary people would have difficulty even breathing.
A slight carelessness would cause their mouths and noses to be blocked by sand, suffocating them to death.
Their eyes couldn't see, and their ears couldn't hear.
Under such circumstances, it seemed like a dead end no matter how you looked at it.
Therefore, the three people in the room, seeing Lu Jing flying out from the roof, all thought he was doomed to die, and no one expected that he could actually come back.
Lu Jing didn't rush to answer when he heard this, but instead put the Zen staff in his hand against the wall, then shook off the dust on his body, and said to the female shopkeeper opposite him, "Can you tailor me some clean clothes to change into? I came in a hurry and didn't bother to bring too many things."
The female shopkeeper was first stunned, then thought of something, and her expression couldn't help but be overjoyed, nodding repeatedly, "Of course, no problem, benefactor, is there anything else you need? I can find it for you."
"Don't call me benefactor, just call me Lu Jing."
Lu Jing paused and then continued, "As for what I want… for now, I only want a wooden barrel, and half a barrel of clean water, so that I can take a good bath and change into clean clothes first, and then I hope to have a good chat with you, shopkeeper."