Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 83: Sending His Ashes to the Secret Realm

Teng Zhongming, an independent cultivator, is at the Perfect Core Incubation Realm. He may not be a formidable figure in the Wu Zhou border, but he can definitely hold his own in the Eastern Sun County.

Moreover, as a Monster Cultivator with precious bloodline and possessing the Divine Ability of heterochromia, he is considered a skilled expert.

He is unknown and unrecognized, but his existence is merely a task assigned by his master.

Teng Zhongming is not a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his real name is not recorded in the sect's register. He was taken in by an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect since he was young, and his growth was aided by the source of his bloodline. He has developed his strength to the Perfect Core Incubation Realm and was assigned to guard the Dragon Trap Formation.

He has been guarding this position for three years.

For three years, he has been diligent and has never stepped out, except for the irreversible collapse of the spiritual veins and the strange phenomenon that followed. He has never made the slightest mistake.

The collapse of the spiritual veins and the strange phenomenon have been concealed by the ruins, and the surveillance of the Extreme Monarch Sect has been driven away. However, Teng Zhongming dare not be careless. When he heard that the Extreme Monarch Sect was causing trouble again, he personally rushed to the Dragon Trap Formation to inspect it.

As he expected, the Extreme Monarch Sect used despicable means to create disturbances openly and secretly dispatched cultivators at the Perfect Core Incubation Realm to infiltrate.

Using his heterochromia Divine Ability to capture Lu Bei's hiding place and assess his cultivation level, Teng Zhongming found himself in a dilemma. Unlike cultivators at the Foundation Building Stage, killing Lu Bei would clearly expose the hidden secrets of the secret realm, but not killing him was impossible.

After pondering for a moment, he blocked Lu Bei's path of retreat and decided to throw his body into the secret realm, covering it up and returning it to the Extreme Monarch Sect. Alternatively, he could severely injure him, take him away from the Jade Chime District, and find a favorable location to kill him, diverting the attention of the Extreme Monarch Sect.

Both options have their doubts, but Teng Zhongming had no choice. He secretly resented the Extreme Monarch Sect for being so nosy. It made no sense that they could discover such a hidden secret passage.

On both sides, dead soldiers dressed as independent cultivators stepped forward, holding knives and standing behind Teng Zhongming, forming a combined attack formation to block the path of retreat.

Lu Bei stepped back slowly, creating some distance, and his gaze swept over the group of Foundation Building Stage dead soldiers, secretly wondering. He had done his best to conceal his aura and shouldn't have been discovered...

It was too late to consider these things now that he had been exposed. He made up his mind to give blood to She Xuan when he returned and abandon the skill of shedding skin, replacing it with a skill of invisibility and hiding.

On the left was the Dragon Trap Formation, and on the right was a cliff wall that stretched for thousands of feet. After contemplating for a moment, Lu Bei chose to stand in the middle.

Once inside the Dragon Trap Formation, no one could use their cultivation. He had the advantage of his basic attributes, but if he did so, his appearance would be exposed. Even if he successfully killed the enemy and escaped, this place would be destroyed by the Iron Sword League in secret.

The intelligence had no value and couldn't be exchanged for an undercover identity.

The cliff...

It was a dead end, and he couldn't fly.

Moreover, even if he could fly, being at such a height would scare him half to death.

It's a difficult situation!

A crimson flame suddenly soared into the sky.

Teng Zhongming commanded the wind, stirring up a red light. The violent fire rose to the sky, dyeing one side of the cliff in deep red. The smoke and dust whistled, the hot wind rose high, and the ground cracked under the assault of the violent wind.

The fire burned fiercely, with an astonishing temperature. The air around twisted and rolled under the scorching heat, forming visible wrinkles.

Lu Bei took out the Crimson Sky Sword, raised his hand to split the wave of fire, and the residual momentum continued, sweeping towards Teng Zhongming, who was more than ten zhang away.

An unknown Independent Cultivator and a disciple of the Extreme Monarch Sect, before the fight began, neither of them had the idea of trash-talking. With one move, the probing ended, instantly pushing the battle into a white-hot state.

Teng Zhongming slapped away the sword energy with a palm. With a burst of sound, his eyes ignited golden flames, and he waved his arms, sending two fire-patterned giant eagles swooping down. Then, his five fingers suddenly closed, controlling the giant eagles to attack from two different directions.

Behind him was a cliff wall, and Lu Bei had no way to retreat. Taking a deep breath, he activated the Dark Tide skill. The Crimson Sky Sword emitted a white light, and the magnificent white giant sword swept across half the sky, instantly killing the two fire-patterned giant eagles.

Seeing this situation, Teng Zhongming hesitated slightly. He originally thought that Lu Bei used swordsmanship to control the sword in order to hide his own moves. Now he understood that it was because his swordsmanship deviated from the norm, pursuing powerful destructive force, making it appear unconventional.

Behind them, the death warriors made a decisive move. Seeing that Teng Zhongming couldn't easily defeat the infiltrator, they directly activated the self-destruct mechanism, locking the entrance and exit, completely cutting off any possibility of communication with the outside world.

The mechanism made a sound as light as a falling needle. Lu Bei went all out to fight Teng Zhongming, completely unaware that his retreat had been sealed.

"Die!" x2

The violent wind exploded, and a hurricane lifted countless fragments of dust and stones. Teng Zhongming was in mid-air, and the crimson flames swirling around him seemed to silently roar like a giant eagle.

Lu Bei stepped on the scorching ground, holding the sword in his hand, disregarding the consumption of his mana cultivation. Every time he swung his sword, he used the "Dark Tide" skill to assist, continuously unleashing critical strikes with a burst of white light, resisting the continuous attacks of the fully cultivated Core Incubation Realm.

At this point, Lu Bei no longer had any dreams of obtaining intelligence. The pressure Teng Zhongming gave him was too great. He didn't worry about his mana consumption dropping rapidly, and even complained that his ultimate move consumed too little mana. He only hoped that his cultivation would quickly drop below 30%, triggering the BUFF that doubled his strength and speed attributes, and deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.

Kill him, destroy the formation, and use the corpse as a bargaining chip!

Kill him, protect the formation, and throw the corpse out of the Jade Chime District!

Both of them shouted loudly at the same time, their qi exploded, and under the intense collision, the space, which had been scorched by the waves of fire, shattered like a tangible crack.

In the midst of the flames, Lu Bei fought and retreated, calculating the consumption of his mana cultivation. Silently, he led Teng Zhongming towards the Dragon Trap Formation.

Teng Zhongming didn't fall for this trick at all. Although he was a Monster Cultivator, his Divine Ability and techniques leaned towards mana cultivation. Once he entered the formation, his strength would inevitably be greatly reduced.

He didn't dare to bet on whether Lu Bei knew the profoundness of the Dragon Trap Formation, but he confirmed his identity as a body cultivator + sword cultivator. With his wings of fire raised high, he stood between Lu Bei and the Dragon Trap Formation, gradually pressuring him towards the direction of the cliff.

Boom!

In a burst of intense fire and roaring sound, Teng Zhongming descended from the sky, his five fingers turning into eagle-shaped claws, and he struck Lu Bei's face with a palm.

Within a few zhangs, the fire spread across the sky and the earth, its claws scorching hot enough to create friction and emit a red glow in the air.

Lu Bei's face remained calm, his eyes flickering with a cold light. He ignored the scorching air filling his lungs, tightly gripping the Crimson Sky Sword and fiercely slashing towards the eagle's claws.

With less than 30% of his cultivation, the skill 'Backtrack' was successfully activated, doubling his strength and speed attributes for five seconds.

Attributes: Strength 836, Speed 704, Spirit 623, Endurance 617, Charm 21, Luck 3.

Crackling sounds filled the air. Under the continuous explosions, the ground couldn't bear the weight and cracked open, with Lu Bei's feet sinking into the dry and scorching stone surface. Near the edge of the cliff, a large area collapsed.

Flames surged through the cracks, but were crushed by the shockwaves unleashed by Lu Bei. Then, a white sword light shot straight into the sky, splitting everything in its path, whether tangible or intangible, into two.

The solidified beam of light made Teng Zhongming shudder in fear.

He couldn't withstand this attack!

However, his Divine Ability, with its sharp perception far surpassing that of an ordinary person, allowed him to instantly comprehend everything. He tore through the red glow with his claws, accelerating even faster, and directly struck the sword light.

"Die!" x2

Teng Zhongming's golden eyes blazed with fury, his face turning crimson. The descending eagle's claw fiercely collided with the sword light.

Buzzing--

Shockwaves spread, and the fiery air rolled endlessly. After half a second of stalemate, the red flames momentarily overwhelmed the white sword energy.

As Teng Zhongming's claws cleared the way, the solidified sword light shattered layer by layer. He locked his gaze on the Crimson Sky Sword, taking in the damaged blade, ignoring the blood overflowing from his palm, and snorted in anger, increasing the pressure.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

One meter.

The eagle's claw came straight for Lu Bei's face, leaving only the hilt of the Crimson Sky Sword.

Lu Bei's eyes were cold and merciless. He abandoned the remaining sword in his hand, transformed his palm into a fist, and directly struck the approaching claw.

A plain and ordinary punch, devoid of any martial arts principles or artistic conception.

Teng Zhongming firmly believed that with his moves, Lu Bei was at his wit's end. He pressed his claw against a cluster of red mist, intending to incinerate him on the spot.

The mist shattered as the fist collided with it.

The fist surged forward, and Teng Zhongming's expression stiffened. His powerful Divine Ability allowed him to clearly perceive a wave extending from Lu Bei's palm, rushing towards his shoulder and back.

Just like how the claw had shattered the sword energy before, Teng Zhongming's metacarpals, ulna, radius, and humerus shattered one by one as the fist surged forward, piercing through the air and landing heavily on Teng Zhongming's chest, much to his disbelief.

How was it possible? It was just an ordinary punch!

Crack!

Blood splattered into the air as Teng Zhongming's chest caved in. His right arm hung limply as he flew upwards like a cannonball, soaring towards the blue sky.

With his feet firmly on the ground, Lu Bei burst forth with layers of shockwaves, charging towards him like a sword.

In an instant, Teng Zhongming regained his senses. He spread his wings behind him, flapping them to accelerate and avoid the attack.

Lu Bei: ∑(_;)

He stared dumbfounded at Teng Zhongming, who had wings of feathers, not flames. They were tangible and substantial wings, and Lu Bei's mind was in chaos, finding it hard to accept.

Damn it, don't make me look down on you. Get down here and let's have a man-to-man fight!

Lu Bei clenched his blood-stained fist and slowly descended from the sky. He looked up at the sky in silence, as the five-second countdown rapidly passed, without any solution in sight.

"I hate bird people!"

But it wasn't over yet.

Another thing that made Lu Bei question his life happened. The ground beneath his feet collapsed with a loud rumble, and chunks of rubble flew everywhere. He was pulled down by the sudden gravity, plummeting into the depths of darkness.

Boom!

Strong winds pressed down, suppressing Lu Bei's attempts to escape using the rubble as footholds.

"Sorry, I've been stationed here for three years, contemplating how to deal with strong enemies and what to do if I encounter an opponent I can't defeat. These scenes have played out in my mind thousands of times."

Teng Zhongming muttered to himself, looking down at Lu Bei from above. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled bitterly, "Your methods are formidable, and I am inferior. Please accept my death!"

After waiting for a moment on the slanted surface of the broken wall, Teng Zhongming activated his Divine Ability, confirming that Lu Bei had no means of flight. Only then did he slowly descend from mid-air.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, bowing his head and coughing up blood continuously, ignoring his limp right arm. He waved his hand, summoning two dead soldiers.

With a loud boom, a pillar of fire rushed forward. One of the dead soldiers remained unscathed, while the other turned to ashes and fell to the ground, becoming a handful of ashes.

"Send his ashes to the secret realm!"

(End of this chapter)