fantasy novels Chapter 118 Success 1
Chapter 118 Success 1
For ordinary people to modify or create flesh and blood puppets, they need to have a certain talent and consume a lot of time and resources, but Fu Que doesn't need to.
The scroll painting of the swordsman is now almost complete. Soon, Fu Que will have a second scroll available. He can then simply find a master with similar skills in the Tiger's Den to make a copy and print the scroll, achieving the goal in one step.
Fu Que also possesses the specialized ability to modify or create flesh and blood puppets.
With the blade firmly guarding his vital points, and his movements fully engaged in the Wind Summoning Technique, Fu Que unleashed the graceful and agile characteristics of the wind element, regardless of the cost of controlling its power.
Every movement was perfectly timed, his figure weaving and shifting between the flying mud and sand and the whistling blood mist and blade light, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the blood mist and blade light.
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"What are you still looking at? Just go up and slap me."
On a small shuttle boat high in the distance, a man dressed in a martial arts uniform embroidered with cloud patterns frowned. He noticed Fu Que struggling in battle and couldn't help but ask the person next to him.
If Fu Que hadn't been a member of the Tiger Cavalry, and if the person who arrived with him to provide support was the company commander of the Tiger Battalion of Yuntai Prefecture, and if it weren't for the fact that it would be presumptuous of him to take matters into his own hands, he would have already gone up and killed that flesh puppet. Why would he have been watching this show for so long?
"No rush, let's watch for a while first. Haven't you noticed that under this pressure, that little brat has been developing the divine inheritance power he can use better and better?"
"The Tiger Battalion's First Company Commander said slowly."
"What are you thinking? We weren't sent here to watch some brat hone his skills. I have no interest in taking care of a kid. If you don't give me a reason for your dawdling, you can get off the shuttle yourself, and I'll go after him."
The Dragon Rider's face had darkened. The intelligence had been transferred from their Dragon Pool side, and now that something had gone wrong, the Dragon Rider was primarily responsible. If they could apprehend this person, they could not only redeem themselves but also perhaps uncover a whole host of culprits under torture.
That's why he was so anxious. Although the Dragon Tiger Cavalry was a unified force, there was internal competition, just like the various companies within the unit. They all needed to rely on their battle achievements to obtain the necessary supplies and resources.
Seeing the Tiger Cavalry Company Commander so relaxed, it was hard not to think of some bad things. But out of respect for his colleague, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and anger, having already watched the show for several minutes.
If his colleague doesn't come up with something concrete to convince him, he'll have to go on the hunt alone. It's dangerous, but it's better than doing nothing.
"Catching up isn't necessarily a good thing, and failing to catch up isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's my Tiger Riders who are dying, so why are you in such a hurry?"
The company commander's expression turned slightly serious: "The identity of the escapee has been verified. He used to be a craftsman named Ji Fu at the No. 3 Foundry of the Tiangong Affairs Bureau. Think about it, what kind of place is the No. 3 Foundry of the Tiangong Affairs Bureau, and where was it built?"
"You mean...?"
"Where the nation's destiny rests, and where His Majesty looks down, let alone a True Qi Realm martial artist, even a Grandmaster could hardly make a ripple in the capital. Not to mention the Divine Dragon Riders, even the Dragon God Soldiers couldn't escape his pursuit."
But he managed to escape and even ended up in Yuntai Prefecture, a city crisscrossed by waterways. I don't believe there's no story behind that.
Now that the Heavenly Official has descended, we must not only outwit and outmaneuver other forces in Yuntai Prefecture, but also maintain the various advanced creations under the Heavenly Official's control and the Cloud Lord Network built by the power of the Dream God.
This has already pushed us to our limit. Haven't you noticed? Nowadays, Buwu Tower rarely undertakes missions to venture deep into the mountains, forests, lakes, and seas to kill rebels and demons. It's almost always escort, inspection, deterrence, and garrison missions.
Getting embroiled in another storm would be unwise. Our strength is too small; maintaining the status quo in Yuntai Prefecture is already difficult enough, and the Heavenly Official is not one to stay put. It's better to remain still than to act rashly.
The company commander sighed.
"But if we don't take action, the higher-ups will blame us..."
The Dragon Riders pondered for a while. Although they felt that what the company commander said made sense, the mistake was ultimately made by the Dragon Riders. If they did their job without putting in any effort, it would be difficult to explain later.
"If you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know? Besides, even if we did know, what could we do? He managed to escape even under such tight security in the capital. What can we, the Southern Dragon Tiger Cavalry, do?"
"If we can capture him, then what are the Imperial Guards of the capital doing?"
The company commander stood with his hands in his pockets and sneered.
"You're right. Hmm, now that I think about it, when the battalion commander assigned this task to me, he didn't seem particularly eager. He just told me to do my best. Now that you mention it, it seems like there's some truth to that."
Dragon Rider nodded: "Then let's take a look at this little guy."
The blood-mist longsword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air barrier, slashed down again. Black ripples rippled in Fu Que's eyes as he swirled his battle blades upwards in a diagonal slash.
"clang!"
After a deafening roar, both sides were momentarily stunned by the terrifying recoil. Fu Que decisively withdrew the wind element binding his sword hilt and wrist. Without the binding force, his swollen, bruised arm hung limply.
The two battle swords, already riddled with nicks and cuts, slid off helplessly and fell into the muddy water, disappearing from sight.
The soybean flesh puppet was also in bad shape. The blood mist rising from its body had thinned to the point of being barely visible, and the blood light in its eyes had dimmed considerably, as if it would completely dissipate at any moment.
But it remained firmly locked onto Fu Que. The trembling blade twisted, dissipating the impact, and like a python emerging from its hole, the tip of the blade, carrying the last trace of thin blood mist, viciously and cunningly stabbed straight for Fu Que's throat.
If this succeeds, Fu Que will hear the song "Moon Boat" in his ears: Goodbye, Da Zhao, now I'm setting sail.
Fu Que made a tough decision and bit his tongue. The excruciating pain drained his energy, and his muddled mind cleared up briefly. Instead of trying to avoid the stab, he did his best to gather the remaining wind element and pull it aside.
At the same time, he stepped forward and charged straight into the arms of the soybean flesh puppet.
The tip of the Blood Mist Longsword cut into Fu Que's shoulder by more than half an inch, then pierced through and emerged, bringing with it a burst of blooming blood mist.
But this was all within Fu Que's expectations. Because of the continuous fierce collisions and the hard-hitting heavy blows he had just received, his arms were already useless. As long as he wasn't killed in one blow, he was still a buddy. So what if he lost his left shoulder?
As he crept into the arms of the soybean flesh puppet, Fu Que revealed a ferocious smile. After so much preparation, the opportunity had finally arrived. In addition to the 3324 sword technique, he also had a body-rubbing fist technique.
Crane Cry Fist!