PNB Chapter 313 Guns and Arrows
Chapter 313 Guns and Arrows
Scales flew everywhere as a mermaid at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage perished in the deep sea.
A mixture of blood, muscle, and entrails spread in the water—the smell of death, the smell of a fish feast, the smell of the inevitable decay of life.
The battle is not over yet.
Another merman was smashed into the seabed rocks by the spirit boat. Although he was seriously injured, he was not dead yet. The spiritual energy around him was extremely chaotic. The primal bloodlust had never left the men who fought against the wind and waves. The merman, who grew up in a harsh environment of fighting, would never compromise in the face of such a desperate situation.
beg for mercy?
That's the privilege of the strong. Only those who possess the ability to make the other party hesitate to act can beg for mercy as one of the solutions to disputes. The weak's pleas for mercy will only leave you swallowed whole, not even bones or scraps.
Putting your fate in the other's hands? The merfolk's long-standing enemies are the brutal deep-sea monsters, who will never spare you. Similarly, the merfolk have no tradition of begging for mercy.
His aura was chaotic yet powerful, gradually becoming unstable, like a bomb about to explode.
"Oh no, run!" Another soldier from the observation team was terrified and swam with all his might to the other side.
"Come on!"
This was shouted by a cultivator from the Hidden Wolf Army. He had used all his spiritual power in the battle, and his injuries were already too severe to be suppressed. However, despite his heavy wounds, he still shouted to kill the enemy.
The sound traveled through the seawater to Zhong Ming's ears. It sounded very strange, but he immediately made a hand seal and used the sword control technique to wield the mother and child swords and shoot them toward the enemy.
"He's not going to self-destruct; he's going to break through to the Golden Core stage during the battle!"
Dragging his heavily wounded body, the merman chose to fight back. He was slammed into the seabed, where the spirit boat above him acted like a plug, creating a temporary enclosed area. For a moment, Zhong Ming's attack was completely blocked by the solid earth.
The old woman was struck by the merman's full-force blade. Cracks spread from her left shoulder to her right waist. The chaotic blade energy and the merman's spiritual power frantically destroyed the spiritual power she had tried to suppress. Her injuries were not optimistic, and she was powerless to do anything else.
They tried to call out to the two people inside the spirit boat, but no matter what methods they used, the two did not respond.
Zhong Ming swam forward with all his might. He didn't know what he could do there, but they had no way back.
Because they were too close.
To advance to the Golden Core stage, one must undergo a tribulation of lightning.
Even if you are in the deep sea, the lightning tribulation will not let you go, and it will attack all living things within this area.
From birds soaring in the sky to wounded soldiers staggering on the seabed, without exception, none of them could escape.
Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.
Zhong Ming's sword struck the seabed, splashing up a large amount of sand and gravel, only creating a small crack at the edge.
The mother and child swords were exhausted, their spiritual power completely depleted, leaving only a tiny bit of power for the return journey. Zhong Ming was extremely anxious when, just then, a voice came from above him.
"Throw me the hook-and-sickle spear."
Without a second thought, Zhong Ming stopped in place and spun around once, looking up to see Chi Tong in a strange pose. She had put almost her entire body into the action of drawing the bow, gripping the bowstring with both hands and bracing the bow with her legs, pulling it to an incredible arc.
Zhong Ming immediately understood her idea and threw the hook-and-sickle spear upwards with all his might.
The spearhead is pointing upwards.
Looking up, it was as if the world had turned upside down. The endless darkness of the deep sea resembled the vastness of the universe. The undulating waves were like a series of mountains, with light and shadow floating around. The earth was full of life like a mist. This shot was like a cold star falling to earth, a line of cold light passing by, with momentum like a rainbow.
As it flew head-on, the barbs were the thickest and safest. Akame slightly pulled the bowstring, letting the thick barbs "hook the back" and catch the bowstring. Then, she pulled with all her might, using the momentum of the spear to pull the bowstring to an alarming position in one go.
Zhong Ming saw that the spiritual energy on the bowstring was showing signs of going berserk, and the material must have broken, and it was only being held together by the pull of the spiritual energy.
Akame was clever. She placed the spear on the left side of the longbow, but when she nocked the bowstring, she deliberately positioned the spearhead on the right side of the bowstring and the barb on the left side of the bowstring, so that the barb would not get stuck on the bow.
When the spear's momentum had subsided and it came to a standstill, the world seemed to fall silent.
Zhong Ming knew, and she knew too.
Alright, let's begin.
Turn the gun into an arrow, and tilt the gun upwards.
The spearhead at the end of the spear emitted a dazzling light; at this moment, it was the tip of an arrow!
With a single shot, all the power that Zhong Ming had left on the late spring chill condensed spirally at the tip of the spear.
The slit created by the twin swords was extremely small, but for Akame...
A hole thinner than an arrow is the bullseye; a hole thicker than an arrow... well, the bullseye is behind that hole.
The spear plunged into the small hole in an instant, leaving only half of the barb sticking out. If you looked closely, you would find that it wasn't the barb that was stuck; it was still a short distance from the seabed.
After a brief silence, a beast-like roar erupted from below.
"It's done!"
Even though the old woman's face was full of pain, a hint of excitement appeared. "He has gone mad with his cultivation, so the Golden Core Tribulation will not come."
The spiritual energy could no longer be gathered into a golden core as he wished; instead, it began to tear apart the merman's body like a storm.
He refused to accept defeat and was determined to fight to the death.
"Beware of his final burst of energy before death; stay away from him."
Seeing that he had succeeded with a single shot, Zhong Ming couldn't help but get excited. He subconsciously looked at Chi Tong, but saw that she had no joy on her face, only indifference. She put away her longbow and quickly swam to the other side.
Just when everyone was desperately trying to get away from there, the merman actually spoke a sentence in a human language.
"Die, all of you, die!"
A surge of spiritual energy erupted, the translucent fluctuations exceeding the speed of sound, instantly sweeping through Zhong Ming's mind. His head throbbed with pain, and it seemed as if countless sirens were screaming in his mind, mermaid songs mixed with heart-wrenching cries, shaking him into a daze. It took him a while to regain his senses.
When he shook his head violently and regained consciousness, he realized that he had drifted quite a distance backward. Crimson Eyes was about three zhang behind him, dragging the unconscious Hidden Wolf Army cultivator and his captain forward with all their might.
"Quick, get on...the boat." The old woman managed to utter her last words before she completely lost consciousness.
Zhong Ming nodded to Chi Tong, looked around, and spotted another cultivator from the observation group who was still unconscious. He immediately swam to his side, pulled him along, and swam towards the spirit boat.
A dozen or so breaths later, Zhong Ming was the first to throw the man into the boat.
He stood by the ship and looked down, peering through the gaps in the gun barrel. He saw that the mermaid had died a gruesome death, its seven orifices shattered, and blood seeping from every crevice of its scales.
With a wave of his hand, he put the gun and the corpse into his storage bag.