Chapter 1719: Wang Chong's Methods!
Chapter 1719: Wang Chong's Methods!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Senior Ghost King, what do we do now?"
Although the martial arts of this world were well-developed, its medicine arts were not as thriving. A single pill was extremely valuable, and the best alchemists in the realm usually worked for the Imperial Palace.
These pills were primarily for the use of the imperial household, and even Kings did not have many. But it seemed that Wang Chong had his ways of getting his hands on them.
The Ghost King faintly smiled, a subtle gleam in his eyes.
"Now this is amusing! So he already prepared a few things for Zhao Fengchen, but no matter how much he's prepared, it can't change the final result! Let him be! Send the fourth Vice Marshal!"
Hou Junji said no more, but everyone immediately calmed down. From the look on the Ghost King's face, everything was clearly going according to plan.
The matches on the drilling ground continued, and as expected, the next Vice Marshals all chose to challenge Zhao Fengchen.
Even though they saw Zhao Fengchen consume medicine to restore his Stellar Energy, these Vice Marshals showed no hesitation, and by the end, a total of six out of twelve Vice Marshals had challenged Zhao Fengchen.
And their battle styles were all the same, choosing to directly fight Zhao Fengchen to consume his Stellar Energy.
"I don't believe that they didn't see the medicine Zhao Fengchen is carrying! What are they trying to do by taking turns challenging Zhao Fengchen?"
Bai Siling gradually grew more confused. They should have sensed that their plan was ineffective, but they showed no signs of changing course.
Wang Chong looked to the north and indifferently said, "Pills can restore Stellar Energy, but they can't restore mental strength or physical strength."
The Army-Shattering War God truly had meticulous plans, exploiting every single detail. But just as the Eastern Palace had its plans, so did he.
"Siling, uncle, stay here. I'll be out for a bit."
Wang Chong quickly began to work his way through the crowd to the other side.
"Senior, Wang Chong is moving!"
Goguryeon Eagle King Kim U-Seok had been watching Wang Chong's movements. Wang Chong was far more important in this competition than Zhao Fengchen, and the Eastern Palace was on high alert when it came to him.
The Ghost King raised his finger and gestured, not even turning his eyes.
"Hold! While the Imperial Army competition is in progress, no one is allowed to approach!"
When Wang Chong was still twenty-some meters from Zhao Fengchen, there was a flash of light, and two Golden Guards emerged to bar his path, fiercely glaring at him.
The sudden turmoil drew the attention of the surrounding crowd, as well as Zhao Fengchen.
Although he was brimming with Stellar Energy, if one looked carefully, one could see fatigue in his eyes. Wang Chong's judgment had been correct. The Eastern Palace's implementation of the rotation strategy had successfully consumed his physical and mental strength.
"Your Highness, His Highness the First Prince has ordered that no one is to disrupt the competition while it is ongoing." There was a sinister voice from the crowd, and then Meng Tu, who had apparently been waiting for some time, walked forward. "Your Highness is not thinking of defying this decree, yes?"
Meng Tu coldly smiled. Two Golden Guards could not stop Wang Chong, so he had also been dispatched.
Wang Chong merely smiled and ignored Meng Tu. His right foot had been stepping forward, but at this moment, it withdrew and softly hit the ground.
As he put his foot down, an invisible Stellar Energy reached out from the sole of his foot and traveled through the ground, rumbling into Zhao Fengchen's body.
Meng Tu grimaced, and while he had been a step behind, he had still realized what was going on.
He put his foot down, instinctively sending a stream of Stellar Energy to stop Wang Chong, but this action only brought down humiliation upon himself. A split-second after he put his foot down, a repellant energy rose from the ground.
Meng Tu cried out as he was knocked away.
Meng Tu put all his strength into steadying himself and dropped back to the ground. When he saw the cold smile on Wang Chong's lips, he instantly scowled.
It was clear that Wang Chong had never taken him as an opponent.
A moment later, Meng Tu realized something, and his heart shivered as he looked at Zhao Fengchen. Zhao Fengchen was still standing there, but Meng Tu could sense a new energy running through his body.
Zhao Fengchen had been physically and mentally fatigued after fighting six Vice Marshals in a row, but now, with this new energy supporting him, his eyes were swept clean of exhaustion. His mental and physical energy were beginning to rapidly swell.
"How could this be?!"
It was not Meng Tu, but the distant Eastern Palace advisors who exclaimed in alarm.
Everyone knew that a martial artist could endlessly increase their strength through cultivation, until even mass destruction of the landscape became an easy feat, but a martial artist's physical and mental strength did not experience this same limitless increase.
Even the strongest martial artist would have limits to their mental fortitude and physical strength.
Moreover, the mental and physical strength consumed by a martial artist could not be restored through pills as Stellar Energy could.
This was why the Eastern Palace advisors had not attempted to change their plans after seeing that Zhao Fengchen had been provided Stellar-Energy-restoring pills.
But how could someone's Stellar Energy restore another person's mental and physical energy?!
None of the Eastern Palace advisors understood why this was.
"Senior Ghost King, you are extremely knowledgeable. Do you know what this martial art is?" asked a man in the armor of a Golden Guard, standing next to the First Prince.
But no ordinary Golden Guard could be standing so close to the First Prince. Under the helmet, one would find a man wanted by the Imperial Court, Asura.
The First Prince had him wear the armor of a Golden Guard, so no one except the members of the Eastern Palace knew who he really was.
Asura's question caused everyone else to look to Hou Junji.
Hou Junji remained motionless, apparently not even hearing the question.
Asura became embarrassed, but he did not dare to say any more. The Ghost King's intellect and schemes were unfathomable, and perhaps Wang Chong's actions had been completely within his expectations.
But Asura failed to notice the surprise and graveness deep within Hou Junji's eyes as he stared at the distant Wang Chong.
Asura would have never imagined that Hou Junji had not answered not because he was feigning profundity, but because he simply didn't know the answer.
As an important subject of Taizong's reign, one of the twenty-four in Lingyan Pavilion, and a top-class commander, Hou Junji had read many books and was himself a top-class expert. He knew almost every art in the world, and with Emperor Taizong's permission, he had studied all possible martial arts in the realm.
Beneath the Hou Residence had been a massive secret chamber containing twenty thousand secret martial arts manuals, certain to make all martial artists in the world green with envy. In the decades he had been secluded away, he had used his connection with those men to collect even more books, and he had even studied many of the martial arts used by the men in black.
When it came to erudition in the martial arts of the world, few in the world could compare to him!
But Hou Junji had little impression of the art Wang Chong had used.
This isn't Su Zhengchen's martial art. Where did he learn it from?
Hou Junji creased his brow.
Wang Chong had naturally used the Supreme and Infinite Origin Immortal Art, a supreme art that had been lost to the Central Plains for several hundred years. The Origin Immortal Art could not only absorb attacks, it could turn them back on their users. Moreover, it had powerful curative properties that could restore someone's physical and mental energy, an ability that other martial arts lacked.
While Hou Junji had read many martial arts manuals, the Origin Immortal Art had been lost to the Tang Dynasty long ago, so he naturally could not have read about it or seen it before.
While Hou Junji and the Eastern Palace advisors remained confused, Zhao Fengchen quickly returned to his peak condition with Wang Chong's help.
Zhao Fengchen glanced at the nearby Wang Chong and smiled.
Wang Chong simply nodded.
The two of them had reached a tacit understanding long ago.
Gallop! Zhao Fengchen gripped the reins of his horse and rode back into the ranks of his men to wait for the next match.
Wang Chong also turned around and began to head back to his former position. As for Meng Tu, he had been completely forgotten.
He could only stare at Wang Chong's back while his face alternated between green and white.
"Tell Hou Junji that no matter what tricks he tries, they are all futile," Wang Chong suddenly said, and with this comment, he vanished.
Starve, Hypersheep325's Notes:
Written by Huangfu Qi 皇甫奇. Translated by Starve, Hypersheep325. Edited by Desertdoe, Welmar, RED, Michyrr.