Logging 10,000 Years into the Future-Chapter 470
Chapter 470
That figure stood alone on the martial arts platform made of alloy plates. Everyone else had cleared the stage, leaving him utterly alone. He stood solitary in the center of the platform, head slightly lowered, his body seemingly trembling slightly.
The golden figure, whose face was obscured, stood with hands behind his back, watching this figure indifferently from high above.
He watched for a while, then spoke lightly, “Go.”
On the deck of the highest warship, a marshal suddenly lifted his head, his emotions slightly agitated as he blurted out, “Mar …”
But he had only spoken one word.
The golden figure in the sky turned and looked at him. That indistinct face cast a gaze upon him.
The marshal shuddered as if struck by lightning, groaning, and his body tilted slightly backward.
He took a deep breath. Lowered his head, and said nothing more.
“Yes.” The Four Symbols and Twenty-Eight Constellations of Extreme Martial Arts Academy, kneeling on the sea, all responded in unison, standing up and walking toward the martial arts platform.
Thirty-two people strode across the sea’s surface, releasing their cold killing intent without restraint.
The ordinary soldiers looked on in confusion, but the higher-ranking officers’ expressions turned grim. On the deck of the highest warship, many generals and commanders watched this scene. Some looked dazed, others clenched their fists tightly, their eyes bloodshot. The five marshals remained expressionless, but the deck under their kneeling legs continued to sink, cracking under the pressure.
Their eyes burned with anger. Their hearts were filled with a breath that couldn’t be expelled or swallowed. The anger within them was nearly enough to make their chests explode. The military’s unprecedented star, the pride of the era. The genius who had the most potential to become a Martial Sage in over two hundred years, now stood like a death row inmate quietly waiting for the executioner to arrive. And all because of a single sentence from a ninth-level Martial Sage, he … deserved to die.
And they could only stand by and watch.
Watch as the military’s greatest hope, long nurtured, was about to be snuffed out.
“This is why the military is so desperate to cultivate a Level 9 Martial Sage. Without a true top-tier powerhouse, once someone rips off the mask and overturns the table … What are three thousand Masters, a hundred Grandmasters? What are generals, what are marshals? They all become nothing but a joke.”
The five marshals stared, their expressions gradually becoming numb.
The Four Symbols walked leisurely across the sea, unhurried. Since their lord had personally appeared and forced the military to bow its head, they naturally had to showcase the dignity of Extreme Martial Arts Academy.
“I overestimated him …” The sword-browed young man glanced at the trembling figure not far away, standing with his head lowered, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face. “His courage has shattered … Killing him won’t even take a single breath.”
The woman walking beside him spoke calmly, “With the lord present, even the entire military must kneel, and the five marshals must bow. It’s normal for him to tremble in fear.”
The group quickly approached the alloy martial arts platform.
At that moment, the trembling figure on the platform suddenly stopped shaking. He raised his right hand and gently grasped the golden hilt of the sword behind him.
The Four Symbols froze in their steps … then immediately resumed walking as normal.
“Huh … he still wants to resist? Interesting.” The sword-browed young man grinned, quickening his pace slightly. His eyes flashed with cold killing intent, and as his body stretched, a metallic sound rang out.
The old farmer-like Azure Dragon reminded, “Make it quick, don’t tarnish Extreme Martial Arts Academy’s dignity.”
“Rest assured.” The sword-browed young man walked with confidence, exuding a powerful aura with every movement. “It won’t take more than three breaths.”
If he couldn’t easily deal with an opponent whose courage had shattered and body was trembling in fear … Then he wasn’t worthy of being called one of the Four Symbols of Extreme Martial Arts Academy’s White Tiger.
Just as the sword-browed young man stepped onto the alloy martial arts platform …
A voice suddenly rang out in his ear.
“My trembling wasn’t out of fear …”
The sword-browed young man froze. He saw his intended target, the one he was about to kill, slowly raise his head. But instead of the pale, panic-stricken, fearful, and despairing expression he expected, he saw a face with the corners of its mouth slightly lifted, eyes gleaming brilliantly. Those dazzling eyes were filled with almost overflowing excitement, fervor … and an indescribable … insufferable anticipation!
The sword-browed young man was stunned. Then he heard the other party smile and say each word clearly, “My trembling was … because of uncontrollable excitement.”
In the next instant, Lu Sheng’s figure dissolved into the air like a bubble.
An unprecedented sense of crisis surged into the sword-browed young man’s heart. An overwhelming feeling of fear he hadn’t experienced in a long time suddenly flooded his body, making his scalp tingle and every hair on his body stand on end. The sword-browed young man’s martial instincts drove him to immediately adopt a defensive posture.
But just as he raised his hands, he suddenly felt his body inexplicably leaning forward. He looked down abruptly and saw half of his body standing firmly on the platform. It was his own half body.
The pain followed belatedly.
The sword-browed young man’s pupils shrank, and his expression changed dramatically. He then saw that a golden light had just passed through his body. And that golden light had already crossed a thousand meters, reaching the other members of the Four Symbols. He saw a rare look of fear on the eternally unchanging old farmer-like face of Azure Dragon.
The three members of the Four Symbols each darted in different directions to evade. But it was already too late. The Azure Vermilion Bird, like him, was sliced cleanly in half from the chest down. The Azure Black Tortoise crossed his arms, releasing a nearly pitch-black light from his body.
But it quickly extinguished.
He stared in shock as his forearms detached from his body, and his head suddenly rolled off his shoulders. His face still bore an expression of disbelief.
He was probably astonished at how his once-proud defense had turned out to be so fragile.
Azure Dragon was the only one of the three to survive, losing only a leg to the golden light, which sprayed a large amount of blood.
This all happened in an instant.
The golden light swept past the three and shot straight into the ranks of the Twenty-Eight Constellations of Extreme Martial Arts Academy behind them. Then the sword-browed young man saw countless severed limbs and heads flying, blood spraying …
The scene inexplicably reminded him of a wheat field being harvested in autumn. The scythe rose, and the wheat fell in rows.
And then … he saw no more.
An overwhelmingly brutal and icy killing intent surged through the wound at his waist, utterly obliterating his final bit of consciousness.
The world went dark …
