Chapter 613
Chapter 613: Embarrassed and Exasperated
Translator: StackThatCoin Editor: Hitesh_
When Wu Qi jumped to his feet, Han Xin, who was sitting off to the side drinking on his own, suddenly pointed a finger at him and shouted, "How impudent! Sit down!"
Wu Qi just gave him a glare over the shoulder and paid him no heed . Enraged, Han Xin threw away his wine vessel as his body suddenly burst into a black fog which then split into dozens of shadows and darted away in all directions to lock down the void around them . Even as that was happening, another Han Xin was striking down at Wu Qi from above with a powerful punch . Surprisingly, Han Xin was also a body cultivator! As soon as his fist punched out, the space around Wu Qi shattered into pieces, which turned into countless triangular spatial fragments with sharp edges and began to cut his body .
Laughing bitterly, a large cloud of dark fog sprayed out of Wu Qi's body . He had no intention to counter Han Xin with pure force; instead, a green phosphate flame suddenly spurted out of his hands, and with the flick of his fingers, it transformed into seven green runes, each as large as a fist . Accompanied by a deep incantation, the seven runes coalesced into an arrowhead, one-foot long and as thick as a thumb, and then shot towards Han Xin's fist with a jarring, piercing noise .
A strong light flashed across the tent as Wu Qi grunted and stepped back a dozen paces . The punch had almost knocked him out of the tent . His armor and robe were ripped and cut to shreds, and his skin was covered with gashes that looked like toddler's mouths, many of which went deep to his bones that had become pale purple in color by now . Blood kept gushing from these wounds and soon accumulated into a small puddle beneath his feet .
There were seventeen fist-prints on Wu Qi's chest and abdomen, each about two inches deep . Although Han Xin had only punched once, in that instant, he had used his fist-intent 1 [1] to wound seventeen vital spots on Wu Qi's chest and abdomen . On top of that, a stream of cold, biting, and highly corrosive immortal energy was rushing through Wu Qi's body, wildly destroying everything inside .
With a cold grin, Wu Qi locked his hands into an odd incantation gesture, the Seal of Imperishable Heaven and Earth, an incomparably complex seal found in the very last page in the Foundation Chapter of the True Body of Heaven and Earth Scripture . As the seal took shape, dense purple mist came pouring over from all directions and rushed into his body with a dull rumbling . The countless wounds on his body began to heal rapidly, and the seventeen fist-prints on his chest and abdomen recovered quickly . At the same time, the sound of bones grinding against each other rang out of his chest—the bones broken by Han Xin were returning to their original position and mending .
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wu Qi suddenly burst into a long laugh .
Han Xin was rooted to the spot with an unsightly expression . He had just attacked with his right fist, and by this time, it had swollen into a sarcoma the size of a human head . Countless smaller sarcomas and blood vesicles were constantly popping out of the huge sarcoma, each in the form of a face; some were even grinding teeth and letting out sharp, unpleasant ghost howls . To make matters worse, these smaller sarcomas and vesicles were spreading up his arm to his body, and in just the blink of an eye, these ugly things had reached his elbow .
Amidst the cracking and popping noise, these sarcomas and blood vesicles rotted and burst, spraying and splattering dark red pus on the ground . With each additional sarcoma or vesicle bursting, Han Xin's face paled a little more, and by the time they reached his elbow, his face was as pale as a ghost .
In fact, these sarcomas and vesicles were produced by devouring Han Xin's flesh and energy essence; therefore, his vitality was reduced every time one of them burst . Although they had grown only on his skin, these dirty things had soon spread to his bones . His thoroughly tempered, harder-than-diamond bones were hissing from the corrosion, and it seemed he would soon be unable to withstand the malignant attack .
A blood-red gleam flashed through Han Xin's eyes . He performed a hand incantation gesture with his left hand and pointed it toward his right arm, shooting out a beam of blood red light . Immediately, a jet of foul, pungent, dark red blood gushed from his right fist and sprinkled down to the ground, corroding the marble-paved floor into a pit about ten feet in diameter . With that, he no longer had fresh sarcomas and blood vesicles growing on his right arm . But, he was already pockmarked below the shoulders, the entire arm full of thumb-sized holes that were constantly emitting faint black smoke .
"Cultivating both body and magic? It's rare on Pangu Continent!" Han Xin stared at Wu Qi dispassionately and nodded slowly .
"It's a Nine Rotten Arrow!" said Wu Qi, smiling, "I just learned it, and you are the first to try it!"
"Very well!" Han Xin squinted at Wu Qi and looked up and down for a long time, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of every hair Wu Qi had . At last, he said coldly, "If we meet in the battlefield in the future, I'll cut off your head to make ornaments!"
Wu Qi pretended he was sizing up Han Xin, and then he said sharply, "There's nothing on you that I like, so I'm only going to kill you and not collect anything from your body!" Even as he said that, he was laughing in his heart and thought, 'You want to meet me on the battlefield? How could I do what you want? Just you wait . . . I'll soon bring your old rivals to you and see if you will be as arrogant as now when you meet them!'
Han Xin did not say another word . He nodded to Bo Yunting, then went straight back to his seat . Taking the wine jar, he poured himself a vessel of wine, completely ignoring the people around him . He acted as if the person who had just yelled and taken the initiative to attack Wu Qi was not him at all . Bo Yunting's face turned very unsightly . In front of him, the commander-in-chief, not only had Han Xin yelled, but also attacked his subordinate!
He grabbed a wine vessel, preparing to throw it over Han Xin's head and teaching him a lesson himself . But just then, he saw Wu Qi striding to the middle of the tent with a cold grin, then offering him a salute with a cupped fist . Only then did his clenched fist slowly relax . He put down the vessel with five deep fingerprints and asked, "What do you want to say, Tan Lang?"
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