Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 575 - 518: Nonsense
Ghost Shovel launched himself into the air like a cannonball, tracing an arc before crashing heavily onto the mountainside.
He slowly stood upright, casually waved his hand, and the chopper that had been flung away flew back into his palm.
"You really should let Yu Country’s citizens see what you look like now." Ghost Shovel looked at Li Ang and spoke indifferently.
At this moment, Li Ang’s right arm was broken. His shoulder, shattered and mangled from a powerful impact, had chunks of flesh hanging in front of it. Large amounts of blood spurted from his muscles and veins. Yet, before this blood could reach the ground, the Mo Si particles within it connected into strands, catching the flow. The blood, like crimson coral, floated in the air.
Galuo watched this scene in shocked bewilderment. Without time to think, she instinctively followed Li Ang’s movements, helping him to his feet.
WHOOSH—
The broken arm, under the influence of Telekinesis, quickly flew back, fitting into place at the wound. Countless strands of Mo Si stitched the wound, filled the gaps, and repaired the nerves. As for the irreparable flesh and bone pulp, it was crushed into dregs and recycled.
Seeing Li Ang silent, Ghost Shovel turned to Galuo and grinned. "Did you find out just today? How does it feel? Shocking, isn’t it? A distinguished Academic Palace Patrol, who in the shadows turns out to be a demon fused with an Alien. How much of his glorious past achievements were truly his own, and how much was due to his demonic abilities?"
"I don’t care." Galuo’s face was tense. She slung the longbow onto her back and slowly drew the scimitar at her waist, saying coldly, "A knife in the hands of a wicked man is a tool for murder, yet in the hands of a good man, it can remove rot and poison. Tools are just tools."
"HA." Ghost Shovel laughed at these words. "Although I hate Taihao Mountain as much as I hate Yu Country, those ranting lunatics who always talk of Haotian’s arrangements did get one thing right—demons are demons. You trust Li Ang as he is now, believing he won’t turn. But what if one day, the thing inside him erodes his mind? What if he changes completely, becomes bloodthirsty and murders indiscriminately? Will you still trust him then?"
Ghost Shovel’s expression turned cold. Calmly, he said, "Your so-called ’I don’t care’ is just self-deception."
Before the sound of his voice faded, he disappeared from his spot, appearing in front of Li Ang and slashing towards the latter’s head, as if he truly wanted to split Li Ang’s skull open to see to what extent the Mo Si had invaded.
CLANG!
Li Ang raised his staff-shaped Triangular Spear, barely blocking the strike. The cost was that the freshly repaired wound on his right shoulder tore open again, oozing dark blood mixed with Mo Si particles. The excessive force transmitted through the Triangular Spear surged through his body, forcing Li Ang to one knee, his kneecap heavily smashing the rocks beneath him.
BUZZ—
The sound of a scimitar tearing through the air abruptly rang out. Galuo’s pale blue eyes seemed to burn with flames, her scimitar striking like lightning directly at Ghost Shovel’s neck.
After several years, Galuo had also reached the Innate Martial Artist realm, equivalent to the Cloud Patrol Realm on other Dao Paths. For her age, that was extremely rapid progress.
However, Ghost Shovel’s eyes followed the scimitar’s blade. His left palm, moving with deceptive speed—seemingly slow but actually fast—firmly grasped the incoming scimitar. His palm exerted a slight force, and the scimitar’s blade immediately emitted the screeching sound of twisting metal. The blade, forged for Galuo by the finest Turkic craftsmen regardless of cost, deformed in Ghost Shovel’s hand as if it were putty.
Seeing her weapon destroyed, Galuo showed no flicker of emotion. Maintaining her slashing posture, she drew a fine gold dagger from her waist with her left hand in the blink of an eye, gripping the blade in reverse and stabbing toward Ghost Shovel’s heart. The gem-studded fine gold blade tore through the blood-stained butcher’s apron, about to pierce Ghost Shovel’s heart.
Ghost Shovel grinned. The slit in his abdomen opened instantly, ready to create a terrifying suction force.
At the critical moment, Li Ang summoned Mo Si, which wrapped around the upper and lower jaws of Ghost Shovel’s gaping maw like a spiderweb, abruptly tightening to forcefully prevent it from opening.
Ghost Shovel’s brow furrowed. He kicked Galuo in the abdomen, sending her flying, while simultaneously grabbing the Mo Si around his stomach, preparing to tear it off.
Li Ang knew the might of Ghost Shovel’s Devouring Heaven and Earth power. Unwilling to give him the chance to reopen the maw, he advanced instead of retreating. He summoned more Mo Si, wrapping it around Ghost Shovel’s abdomen to constrict the opening. He then called forth the Snake Armor, engaging Ghost Shovel at close quarters.
Fighting at close range with a Martial Arts Grandmaster of a higher realm was an incredibly foolish thing to do, but there was no better option at the moment.
With every slash of his blade and every swing of his fist, Ghost Shovel could shake off a large amount of Mo Si. Li Ang was forced to desperately extract Spiritual Power from his Qi Sea to repeatedly gather the scattered Mo Si.
COUGH, COUGH—
Galuo, who had crashed into a pile of rubble, coughed as she climbed to her feet. She smelled a burning odor emanating from the armor she wore. Pulling at a corner of it, she discovered that the Protective Talismans concealed within the Soft Armor had all been incinerated. Those talismans had been used to fend off Ghost Shovel’s previous kick. If not for the Protective Talismans, Galuo might very well be dead by now.
"Are you alright?"
Li Ang’s voice rang out beside her. Galuo turned her head, only to see a cluster of Mo Si levitating at her side—Li Ang’s voice came from within it.
"You are no match for him. Go."
Li Ang spoke calmly, "He’s targeting me. Take this chance to leave now and rendezvous with Shen Tuyu and the others from Tongluo City. Get them to come here for support. It might still be possible to save me, and there’s still a chance to carry out the plan to rescue the Khan."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Galuo snapped. Picking up the scimitar that had dropped nearby, she charged at Ghost Shovel. "Tongluo City is hundreds of miles away! By the time I get there, you’ll be stone cold. If you die, what’s the point of all this!"
Galuo’s charge grew faster. The floating Mo Si followed her. After a moment of silence, Li Ang’s voice, emanating from the Mo Si, let out a deep sigh. "Alright then."
The Mo Si suddenly changed direction in mid-air, attaching itself to Galuo’s Soft Armor. Li Ang’s voice, still emanating from it, was as calm as still water. "Don’t resist."
WHOOSH—
The cluster of Mo Si spread out, instantly covering Galuo’s Soft Armor, enveloping her face, fingertips, and even the scimitar in her hands.
Galuo felt the cold touch of the Mo Si against her skin and instinctively broke out in goosebumps.
In the next second, the Mo Si writhed and transformed, forming a suit of armor similar in style to the one Li Ang wore. This one, however, was lighter and more compact, with a wolf-shaped helmet.
This is the Mutated Object in your body?
Galuo silently sensed the transformation. The Mo Si Armor clung tightly to her skin without any cumbersome weight. On the contrary, the armor felt cool, helping to dissipate the vast amounts of heat generated by a Martial Artist’s body. The exterior threads of the armor constantly flowed, adjusting their shape to reduce air resistance during her charge. Meanwhile, within the armor, fine strands of Mo Si extended, penetrating her skin to enhance bone and tendon strength.
