Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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A gentle breeze blew.

The branches of the entire forest on the western mountain swayed gently with the wind, and the leaves rustled.

However, under Wu Qiankun’s watchful gaze at this moment, the top of the western mountain was eerily silent.

As the renowned second on the Spiritual Refining List, Wu Qiankun naturally practiced a high-level Eye Attacking Technique.

As his gaze swept through, all the murmurs disappeared, leaving a dead silence.

Long Shankong was in the crowd, also bowing his head, not showing his true strength.

Only the corner of his eye occasionally glanced at the crowd.

Although none of the heroes on the scene said anything, they were clearly greatly shocked, sweating on their foreheads, struggling.

Led by the village chief Zhao Hu from Xishan Village, although their faces were pale as paper, they showed no special expression, just blank stares.

This was very unusual.

The descendants of Spear Saint from Xishan Village were not weak.

But the temptation of Spear Saint’s "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear" was too strong, attracting almost all the martial arts heroes from half of Southwest Province here.

Although these descendants of Spear Saint were strong, they were not yet on par with the heroes of Southwest Province.

Right now, even the talented fighters from Southwest Province are struggling under Wu Qiankun’s powerful attacks, while Zhao Hu and others seem to be doing even better than them?

But what caught everyone’s attention the most was a middle-aged martial artist named Zhou Mu, who was still reading by the edge of the crowd.

This person seemed to be a bookworm who was completely focused on reading, even though Demon Spear Qin Li and Wu Qiankun had been fighting intensely just now, he never once put down the small booklet in his hands.

However, Long Shankong didn’t forget that when Zhou Mu first appeared, his presence was no weaker than that of Wu Qiankun.

"If Zhou Mu is also a strong fighter, maybe I can benefit from this," Long Shankong thought to himself.

The Long family and the Zhao family were not just enemies, but they were very close to being mortal enemies.

Even though his purpose for this trip was not solely for the "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear," this was still a top-notch secret manual. If he could really obtain it, he naturally wouldn’t refuse.

At this moment.

After a long silence on the mountaintop of West Mountain, Wu Qiankun suddenly shrugged his shoulders and let out a faint chuckle.

"So that’s how it is, I almost got tricked by her."

He calmly said, "Qin Li, the number one on the Power List, is elusive. Instead of fighting me to the end, did she escape using the talents of a half-demon?"

The demon race is a broad concept, including not only exotic animals and birds but also some naturally born monsters who are inherently stronger than ordinary humans.

The so-called innate talents of the demon race are instincts hidden in their bloodline, existing from birth, gradually strengthening or awakening as the bloodline revives.

These innate talents of the demon race cannot be learned through later training, like how birds can fly and fish can swim, different from the immortal techniques mastered by cultivators through postnatal practice.

In Wu Qiankun’s words, the abrupt disappearance of Demon Spear Qin Li’s figure clearly indicated an escape.

The heroes fell silent, no one objected.

Wu Qiankun nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Zhao Hu.

"Old friend, I wanted to leave some dignity for the descendants of the Spear Saint, but you chose to play tricks behind my back?"

Wu Qiankun’s gaze was cold:

"There is an old saying in Jiu Province, ‘Those who understand the times are wise heroes.’ I see that you are not wise but harbor evil intentions."

"Do you really think I am naive and foolish enough to be deceived by you all?"

"I didn’t lie." Zhao Hu remained calm at this moment:

"Just now, Qing Li personally demonstrated the essence of ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’ in front of you. This is much more valuable than a static manual, I wonder how highly you value it."

As he spoke, Zhao Hu glanced at Qiao Mu out of the corner of his eye.

It was unknown whether it was a coincidence or if this man named Zhou Mu had great insight.

When Qing Li was practicing spear technique, Zhou Mu happened to be reading the martial arts insights of the late Spear Saint.

Manuals are static, but having Qing Li face off against martial arts peak experts like Wu Qiankun is a rare occurrence.

Even though he was just watching from the sidelines, he somehow ended up with a great advantage, not knowing if it was intentional or just pure luck.

"Smooth talker. Where is the manual?" asked Wu Qiankun.

"Of course, we have the manual," Zhao Hu replied briefly, whispering a few words to a member of the Zhao clan behind him. The clan member quickly returned with a bound book in hand.

The cover of the book read "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear."

"Actually, Wu Qiankun, you don’t need to fight," said Zhao Hu calmly.

"Our wish is to find a successor for ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear,’ to share Qing Li’s burden," he continued.

"This is why we spread the message in Qing Li’s name, to attract heroes from Southwest Province," Zhao Hu explained.

"Too much nonsense, who wants to listen to your long and complicated stories? What does it have to do with me?" Wu Qiankun just sneered.

"The grievances of the weak, the courage of the weak, just keep moving yourselves."

"Blame your weakness, not your ancestors. They had strong warriors like the Spear Saint, but raised you weaklings hiding in the mountains."

"Come at me!"

After saying that, he reached out with his big hand.

However, his hand stopped halfway.

Because there was another person standing between him and Zhao Hu.

Qiao Mu finally put away the Spear Saint’s teachings in his arms and glanced back at Zhao Hu.

For some reason, Zhao Hu and the others from Xishan Village were surprisingly calm. Qiao Mu thought they had more tricks up their sleeves besides the illusion of Qing Li just now.

But now, it seemed he was mistaken.

"The ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’ left by the Spear Saint doesn’t suit you," Qiao Mu said.

After reading about Spear Saint’s life, he gained some understanding about Spear Saint.

This is a person who, despite being defeated by Earth Sword Immortal, sat in meditation for ten years, advanced in martial arts, and created a new move called "Jingwei Filling the Sea".

However, sometimes human effort has its limits and cannot be changed by human will.

Even though he emerged from the shadow of a crushing defeat, he didn’t have the last laugh, instead he faced an even more devastating failure.

Defeated by Earth Sword Immortal, then by a cultivator, and finally by a Martial Saint.

In his later years, he never made a comeback, until his final battle where he still remained second to none in the world.

This actually reflects his later mindset: The mood of "Jingwei Filling the Sea".

A mantis trying to stop a chariot, it’s laughable if one can’t measure their own abilities.

To onlookers, this seems like a tragic situation of overestimating one’s abilities.

Making fun of others is easy, but having no regrets about oneself.

"Wu Qiankun, haven’t you realized? Your mind is troubled and filled with distractions, not as focused as before," Qiao Mu said calmly.

"Even if the Spear Saint were to be reborn, he might not surpass you now; but if you were to live another life, perhaps your state of mind would not be as strong as the Spear Saint’s," Qiao Mu remarked.

"Are you qualified to wield the ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’ now?" Qiao Mu questioned.

The voice was like a bell, questioning Wu Qiankun’s inner thoughts.

Clearly, the mental battle between the two had begun, a clash of minds of Spirit Refining martial artists.

"Hmm?" Wu Qiankun suddenly looked up, his dark eyes shining like torches in that moment.

As their gazes met, a crackling sound was heard, causing a ripple in the onlookers on the mountaintop.

At the meeting of their gaze, it seemed as though an electric spark had emerged, piercing through the air and startling the onlookers.

Wu Qiankun is the leader of the Wuji Association and has been the top in the Spiritual Refining List for many years. He is highly accomplished in Spiritual Refining Method, surpassing all other martial artists.

But now, he seems to have met his match in the Spiritual Refining Method, as his showdown with the Eye Attacking Technique has reached a stalemate without gaining the upper hand.

"Eye Sword Technique, strike!"

Qiao Mu’s eyes gleamed sharp as a sword at that moment, with a sudden flash of sword light!

Wu Qiankun’s body trembled slightly.

A long sword mark suddenly appeared on his cheek, extending from his forehead to the center of his brow, the skin torn open.

Fresh blood flowed from the sword wound, dripping down onto the muddy ground below his feet, the sound barely audible.

And this faint sound, to the warriors present from the Southwest Province, sounded as loud as a bell.

Is Wu Qiankun at a disadvantage in the spiritual refining duel?

So where did this super strong person in front of him come from, popping out of a crack in the rocks?

"Hahaha…. Ha," Wu Qiankun’s shoulders trembled slightly, and at this moment, he seemed to have gone crazy, laughing hysterically towards the sky.

Fresh blood dripped down his cheeks onto the ground, but he didn’t seem to notice, a sense of uncontrollable joy in his laughter.

"In the martial arts world of Jiu Province today, there are few who can be my match."

"A strong person like you wouldn’t just suddenly pop out of a crack in the rocks."

"Isn’t that right, Qiao Jin?"

Wu Qiankun wiped the blood off his face with his hand, and the wound on his forehead started to shift and change once again.

Qiao Jin!

The heroes of Southwest Province were once again stirred, clearly surprised.

"Is it Qiao Jin who stormed into the Golden Palace, killed Emperor Yonghe, and even gave the founding emperor a beating?"

"How did such a notorious criminal end up in the mountains of Southwest Province?"

"It’s no wonder that only Qiao Jin, the top-ranked on the Spiritual Refining List, could go head-to-head with the second-ranked Wu Qiankun in the Eye Attacking Technique."

It had been over a month since Qiao Mu infiltrated the palace and attempted to assassinate Emperor Yonghe.

Currently, chaos reigns in Jiu Province. While the common people of Southwest Province may not know much about the Qiao family, the martial artists are well aware of their reputation.

"Is Wu Qiankun crazy to still be laughing?"

"With such a strong opponent, he might make a mistake too. What’s so funny?"

"Why can’t I laugh?" Wu Qiankun said seriously.

"When I was in Zhong Province, I once fought with Qiao Shuanggui. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time to determine the outcome."

"Later I heard that Qiao Shuanggui died in the Jinluan Palace, I felt somewhat regretful."

"Being invincible is the loneliest, losing an opponent means one less, who would have thought today I met you Qiao Jin, how could I not be happy?"

The heroes present looked at Wu Qiankun with some admiration.

He scolded the weak without hesitation, yet showed respect to the strong.

Although he changed his attitude quickly, he still showed the demeanor of a top martial artist.

"Don’t worry," Qiao Mu said calmly.

"Today, the outcome will be decided."

"Nochang, bring the spear!" he shouted loudly.

In the next moment, Nochang exerted his strength, a spear came flying like a sharp arrow.

Qiao Mu reached out and grabbed the iron spear, feeling a powerful force that almost made him lose his grip.

"How can this fat pig be so strong? Doesn’t even know how to hold back, trying to kill me?"

Muttering to himself, he held the spear in hand and stood in the wind.

Zhao Hu and the others, descendants of Spear Saint, were still watching from behind as the Demon Spear Qin Li had just been scattered by Wu Qiankun.

Now, he wanted to skillfully master the "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear" and showcase his spear techniques.

The first weapon he practiced with was the spear.

His first mastery was in Military Spear Skill.

Later, after entering the Hundred-mile Desert, he obtained Li Changge’s "Military Martial Arts Classic" from the arsenal, which further elaborated on the Military Spear Skill for the battlefield.

And today, he would demonstrate Li Changge’s military spear techniques!

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"

Red energy burst from Qiao Mu’s body, as he held an iron spear that seemed engulfed in intense red energy.

Wu Qiankun put on a pair of shimmering silver metal gloves that sparkled under the sun, clearly not ordinary.

Strong winds howled on the mountaintop, as the two stood facing each other.

The two figures moved simultaneously, transforming into the fierce wind sweeping the mountaintop.

"Secret Technique: Furious Wind Hundred Breaths Fist!"

With eyes wide open in anger, Wu Qiankun’s muscles bulged once again, his iron fist turning into countless shadows of punches.

"Bloody Battle in All Directions!"

This is a deadly move from Li Changge’s spear technique, a technique that surpasses full force.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle!

The spear was thrust out, the blood-red energy surged like a dragon and a snake, the shadows of the spear and fist danced on the mountain top, like a howling wind blowing down trees and grass.

Swirling vortexes of energy rose up one after another, sweeping outward, causing the Western Mountain beneath their feet to tremble slightly, the shadows of the fist and spear piercing through the mountain walls.

Zhao Hu’s eyes widened, he wanted to do his best to see clearly this peak martial arts duel.

He was the son of the former Spear Saint, having witnessed countless times the Spear Saint practicing martial arts in his early years.

However, the strength displayed by both sides in the current battle had already surpassed his memories of the Spear Saint, leaving him shaken, wanting to clearly see this pinnacle battle of contemporary martial artists…

At this moment, amid the howling wind, a loud roar resounded.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The two figures who had been engaged in lightning-fast combat somehow found themselves standing still in the wind once more.

Qiao Mu no longer held the spear in his hand, his whole body turning red, blood seeping from his pores, yet his eyes remained indifferent.

Wu Qiankun stood facing him with a twisted iron spear piercing through his chest and abdomen, coming out from his back.

Splatter splatter splatter splatter splatter splatter splatter splatter!

Blobs of blood burst from Wu Qiankun’s body, like a fountain gushing out. Although the flesh was rapidly wriggling to stop the bleeding, his face was gradually turning pale from the blood loss.

What was even more unbearable for him than defeat was the huge shock to his mind.

This sight was not only hard for Wu Qiankun to accept, but also deeply shook Zhao Hu and others, making it difficult to calm their emotions.

Even though it was a formidable enemy that even the Spear Saint reborn would have to struggle against, why did this peak battle in Zhao Hu’s eyes end so quickly?

Is this the martial arts of Jiu Province now… After forty years, such a change?

Zhao Hu’s heart raced as he felt a sense of danger, while at the same time, Long Shankong’s figure moved swiftly in the wind and was now right behind him.

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