novelraw Chapter 76 Divine Vein Possession, the Roaring Serpent Reborn
Chapter 76 Divine Vein Possession, the Roaring Serpent Reborn
Chapter 77 Divine Vein Possession, the Roaring Serpent Reborn
Since creating the incredibly powerful palm technique "Clumsy Dragon's Fall," Lin Zhuo hasn't used the Roaring Serpent Chain Hammer for a long time.
He admitted that the Serpent Chain Hammer was not as useful as his palm technique most of the time, but when he needed to improve his offensive and defensive capabilities, like now, this weapon could make up for the lack of his protective skills and block the dangerous whisk in Chang Xi's hand.
Lin Zhuo had used a similar tactic when facing an attack from the Night Rain Pavilion assassins.
However, the situation is now even more dangerous.
The high-quality steel and carbon fiber materials of the Meteor Chain Hammer can temporarily withstand the opponent's whisk that can cut through metal. Lin Zhuo himself tried to open up the situation by attacking with his fists and feet in close combat.
His battle decisions are quick. With the boost from the Finger Flicking Invisibility Technique, every move he makes is so agile and swift that it leaves afterimages. In just a moment, he can exchange more than a dozen blows with Chang Xi.
The White Egret Sword Sect's fist and foot skills are quite good, but they don't have any special skills that are worth praising in the martial arts world. They only have a few skills such as Tiger Claw Hand, Cotton Palm, Swimming Body Palm, Intercepting Leg, and Springing Leg.
With his powerful celestial-human physique and solid protective true qi, Lin Zhuo was able to defend himself even if he was occasionally hit.
In his eyes, Chang Xi's moves and routines had more and more flaws. If he had just a little more time, he could completely figure out this person's techniques and thinking, completely break through Chang Xi's skills, and cause him to collapse quickly.
But the serpent chain hammer was almost unable to hold on any longer.
The hammerhead was covered in scratches and dents, twisted like a fragment of an unearthed meteorite.
The carbon fiber rope unfurls into bundles of fibers, resembling blooming flowers.
Under Lin Zhuo's exquisite and meticulous control, this weapon was like a dragon soaring across the seas, displaying unrestrained spirit. Several incredible twists and turns left the onlookers breathless and secretly in awe.
But the true dragon was attacked by a thousand snakes. In the repeated attempts to break through and counterattack, without any psychic energy to serve as scales and claws, it was cut and wounded all over.
The serpent chain hammer is imbued with force, which is the kinetic energy effect applied by spiritual energy, while the whisk in Chang Xi's hand is imbued with the spiritual energy of a martial artist. The difference between the two is like that between cotton thread and a knife, one soft and one hard, one blunt and one sharp. Every time they collide, the chain hammer relies on its material science advantage to hold on.
Now, every time Lin Zhuo exerts his strength, the snake emits a weak groan of unbearable strain, and only the skin of Lin Zhuo's own hand can feel its painful trembling.
In this battle with extremely limited constraints, Lin Zhuo's advantages in skill and foundation were not enough to completely make up for the hard gap in their realms, so he had to pay an extra price.
The price to pay is the roaring snake.
With a bang, a fist collided with a palm. Lin Zhuo's fist flew like a powerful arrow, seeking an opening to enter. It almost reached Chang Xi's face before being intercepted by the palm. The powerful wind from the punch hit his face, burning and stinging his opponent's eyes.
With a swift flick of his whisk, thousands of hairs scattered into a white curtain, rushing towards Lin Zhuo's head. They were then bound together again by the chain and rope that swept from the side. The two intertwined, but separated at the slightest touch. A few broken hairs fell from the whisk, and the rope left a scratch mark.
Chang Xi's eyes were bloodshot; even in such a fierce battle, he still couldn't fully concentrate.
He thought that if he defeated Lin Zhuo, he could beg his fellow disciples for mercy. Even if he was imprisoned in a stone cell until he died of old age, he could at least keep his life.
As long as a person is alive, there is always a chance for things to turn around and there is always hope.
Perhaps one day in the future, he will regain the sect's original strength. The senior brother has always been soft-hearted. Every time he makes a mistake, he is punished and that's it. He won't hold a grudge.
Or perhaps, if the Great Heroic Sect's plan succeeds, they will eventually break through the Sword Sect's gates and rescue him, this meritorious subject.
hope.
Chang Xi, of course, harbored hope. Every undercover spy relied on this vision of the future to alleviate the pain and confusion of the present reality and to convince themselves to continue walking on the edge of the abyss while wearing a mask.
He spent his entire life embodying the power of hope. This is the fighting spirit of a despicable person.
Live on, live until the day you are free and unrestrained, so you can enjoy a life of wealth and honor, and perhaps even find the dreams and original aspirations that you have abandoned for many years.
Chang Xi certainly sensed Lin Zhuo's heart and intentions, so powerful and majestic, so vast and boundless, like the bright sun in the sky, whose brightness, heat and brilliance could not be ignored.
If it were any other martial artist, who from childhood set lofty ambitions, considered themselves heroes in their youth, dared to challenge the heavens in their prime, and even in old age still longed for the height of life, they would be awestruck by Lin Zhuo's fighting spirit. They would feel a higher and farther-reaching ambition emanating from this man's aura, and feel ashamed of their own insignificance as sparrows.
But Chang Xi didn't care at all. He was like an owl carrying a rotten rat; when he saw a noble phoenix flying overhead, he would only assume it was coming to steal his food and let out a "Hah!"
Sometimes, a strong fighting spirit isn't necessarily better; a small self can also sustain one's willpower.
Just as Chang Xi rekindled his hope and embarked on a quest for survival,
Lin Zhuo has completed his career advancement.
叮职业：气功师Lv3（6150/4900）→气功师Lv4（1250/16800）
Occupational Characteristics (New)
Attachment: The range of divine meridian extension breaks through the limitations of the physical body, and can attach to external entities to improve the level. Sometimes an absolutely quiet environment is required. For example, when opening the Qi Sea at L2, one must concentrate and sit quietly, otherwise it is easy to go wrong.
Sometimes, like now, even breaking through in the heat of battle doesn't affect performance.
Lν4's occupational trait, "Appearance," allows the divine veins to extend into the external environment.
If the Qi Sea is a seed, then the Divine Meridian is its sprouting root. In the beginning, it could only develop and grow silently within the body of a Qigong master. Now, the growth of the Divine Meridian has broken through the microcosm of the human body, representing a more mature stage, just like a sapling breaking through the soil and sprouting.
Invisible, intangible veins emerged from Lin Zhuo's palm and penetrated the severely injured and dying Meteor Chain Hammer.
The feeling was quite strange. The detached nerve was like a sluggish nerve bundle that had grown into a numb limb. Although he could not feel hot or cold, pressure or pain, he could still control the movement of that limb.
Weapons truly became an extension of the hands and feet.
The dying snake glowed faintly, the previously bulging carbon fiber threads tightened again, and the hammer-head bell swelled back into a sphere after a series of vibrations and low hums.
"He broke through!"
"Such a strange thing!"
The temple lords watching the battle were greatly astonished. Not every one of them had reached the level of releasing divine veins, and they could not imagine that someone could complete this difficult step in battle.
In the martial arts world's evaluation system, those who can attach their divine veins to external objects and enhance their weapons with true energy are considered grandmasters.
The best among them can be listed on the local rankings.
Lin Zhuo was able to rank ninth on the Earthly Ranking, second to last, but his level was actually lower than that of the tenth-ranked person. He only won this honor by virtue of his exaggerated performance in actual combat.
Now, compared to the Grandmasters on the Earth Ranking, he lacks nothing.
Chang Mingzi sighed softly and praised, "The will of Heaven is unpredictable, and the talents of the future are immeasurable. Young Hero Lin is truly destined to eliminate this scourge."
At this moment, amidst the gasps and exclamations of the crowd, Chang Xi's face changed drastically, turning ashen and extremely embarrassed.
"I don't believe it! It must be a trick; you dare to fool me?!"
He swung his whisk, splitting it into three strands, which struck Lin Zhuozhou's body from the middle to the lower body.
The Serpent Chain Hammer was raised, showing none of its previous impatience. It no longer used any flanking maneuvers, but instead met the attack head-on with a straight, swirling dragon-like shield, easily deflecting the whisk. In the clash of their spiritual energies, hundreds of whisk hairs fell out, and the whisk suffered a great loss in the collision.
"Impossible—how could such a thing happen?" No matter how much Chang Xi tried to deceive himself, it was all in vain.
Lin Zhuo raised his hand and shook it lightly. The chain hammer was his arm, which could be extended and used to strike far. The whip shadow flew everywhere. The hammer head was fierce and vicious, which made Fuchen struggle to defend and made Chang Xi retreat step by step.
Too fast, too fast. The turning and acceleration of the weapon, enhanced by the divine veins and spiritual energy, are far more agile and versatile than those of flesh and blood.
Moreover, with the divine vein transmitting his spiritual energy, Lin Zhuo can use weapons as a medium to unleash his ultimate moves.
The clumsy dragon has fallen to earth.
Indeed, the principle behind this palm technique is an extremely subtle control over mental energy, and weapons are an extension of fists and palms. The most suitable weapon for this move is, of course, a chain hammer.
No other weapon, whether sword, spear, or club, can perfectly complement this move; only the chain hammer, the core of Lin Zhuo's carefully considered martial arts system, can.
He had long known that after the divine veins possessed his body, he could use weapons to unleash the Clumsy Dragon's Demise, and he had been waiting for this day.
The powerful and vast force flows through the long whip, causing it to undulate and sway like a swimming dragon, eventually converging at the hammerhead. Thousands of energies shuttle through the inside and outside of the bell, making the steel hum and the bell tongue run along the inner wall, emitting a heavy groan like the roar of a whale.
The hammerhead iron ball wasn't very large; a hand could easily cover most of it. But the swirling wind around the hammerhead whipped up dust from the cracks in the bricks and stones of the hall, vaguely outlining a massive cloud of air a full ten feet high, resembling a hazy, transparent giant hammer.
The people inside the hall were in an uproar, their faces showing barely concealed surprise.
Lin Zhu gripped the end of the rope as if holding the tail of a dragon, the chain hammer in his hand hissing and roaring as he lunged at his opponent.
Chang Xi urged his movements to dodge.
How could he possibly escape? How could he possibly avoid this enormous, agile energy of a thousand dragons?
When his body was enveloped by the hammer's energy, he was like a bird falling into a swamp, or a mosquito falling into amber, unable to move. He had no choice but to turn around and fight to the death, frantically channeling his true energy to meet the hammer that was crashing down.
clang! I
It was as if the welcoming bell of the Golden Bell Tower of the White Egret Sword Sect was ringing again.
"Whoosh!" An overwhelming force traveled through the divine veins on the whisk, shaking Chang Xi's meridians and causing internal injuries. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
While it is true that using divine veins to imbue weapons is a powerful technique, it also carries the risk of having far-reaching consequences. Damage to the divine veins within a weapon can also affect the Qigong master's condition.
Lin Zhuo remained silent, only urging his true energy once more.
The hidden dragon energy surged through his divine veins and the ropes of the chain hammer, and the long rope was also wrapped in a layer of gray dragon-shaped energy, vaguely revealing the strange outline of scales and claws.
The second blow!
Transforming his palm into a hammer, the "Clumsy Dragon Descends to Earth" technique is no longer just a close-combat move; its attack now covers the entire main hall of the Dao Palace.
Chang Xi had no choice but to endure it, resulting in his whisk shattering and his right hand's palm bones twisting and breaking.
A fierce wind swirls, the third strike!
The demonic cult's hidden agents raised their arms to meet the attack, but in the next instant, they were all shattered, their skin torn open, and bone fragments protruding.
Chang Xi staggered backward, his back bracing against a pillar in the main hall, managing to keep himself from falling.
It's over. He can't take a fourth hit.
Just inches away, the Roaring Serpent Chain Hammer floated, its proud and arrogant power gathering on the weapon. The dragon's body became clearer, its head vaguely outlined, and the bell seemed to transform into the dragon's throat, emitting a loud and brilliant metallic whistle.
The entire main hall of the Dao Palace was shaken by this strange whistling sound. The doors and windows creaked and trembled incessantly, the young disciples trembled in their legs, and the bronze roof of the hall shook due to the resonance.
The sound waves surged like ocean tides, and even the Taoists in half of the sword sect's territory could hear the strange noises from this place.
Hong Yingniang and Cui Xiang, who were in the kitchen, went to the window to look out out of curiosity when they heard the sound. Everyone who heard the sound was talking about it, but they couldn't figure out what kind of object or creature could make such a wonderful and grand long howl.
Inside the main hall, the noise was deafening; even shouting close to one's ear was barely audible.
Under the profound silence, the glimmer of hope in Chang Xi's eyes was completely extinguished. He had already sensed Lin Zhuo's killing intent and knew that he could not escape death, nor could he even call for help.
In his final moments, the sixth junior brother looked at his eldest senior brother.
Using the heart and mind of a martial artist, and the tacit understanding of camaraderie among fellow disciples, Chang Xi silently questioned Chang Mingzi.
"Why let a stranger kill me?"
"You are also an outsider to my White Egret Sword Sect," Chang Mingzi replied.
"I am your junior brother, your fellow disciple of thirty years."
"Those disciples and followers you killed, did you consider them your fellow disciples when you killed them? Every sip and every bite is preordained. Sixth Junior Brother, no, Wei Zikang, scout the way for me on the road to the Yellow Springs. What grudges we have can be settled down there."
Chang Xi understood, withdrew his gaze from the jumping object, and faced the slowly flying chain hammer in front of him.
Some of the temple lords watching glared at each other angrily, while others couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away, but in the end, no one made a move to stop it.
At the end of his life, the cult's undercover agent, who had struggled his entire life, finally gave up the struggle and calmly awaited death.
The serpent chain hammer gently struck his chest, instantly silencing all the roaring sounds in the hall, transforming the scene from extreme dynamism to utter stillness, leaving everyone in a daze.
Without a sound, the Medicine Fragrance Palace Master's internal organs were pulverized, blood seeped from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground.
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