Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 461 - 236: The Mountain Storm Looms
It patiently waited, waiting for their weakest, most slack moment?
Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his gaze, looking at Jiang Wei’s clear yet slightly grave Eyes of Melting Gold in front of him.
The little girl apparently also thought of this second possibility.
Their gazes met in the air, a silent heaviness spread silently within the quiet medical tent.
On the military cot beside them, Chu Kuanglan seemed to have a dream.
In a muffled and drowsy voice filled with pain, he muttered, "Damn, what’s happening again? Can’t a person get a breath..."
Fang Qingyu said nothing.
He only looked again towards that overwhelmingly dark forest outside the tent.
It always felt like...
A storm was about to hit in that darkness.
Tier Two Middle Realm!
A Life Ghost that briefly appeared before the Vajra Buddha, ambushed Zhang Tiezhu, and was then scared off by Jiang Wei!
Was it truly just a frightened "assassin"?
Or perhaps...
"Boom——!!!"
A terrifying explosion capable of tearing apart the entire mountain range suddenly sounded outside the tent without warning!
It did not come from the direction of Black Pine Ridge on the mountaintop.
But rather from... somewhere far in the sky.
The sound was so muffled it felt as though it came through a thick space barrier, yet it carried a soul-shuddering penetrative force!
The emergency lights on the tent ceiling flickered wildly, the light unstable.
The ground shook intensely as if hit by a strong earthquake, making the military cots screech loudly!
"Damn it! It’s happening again?!"
Chu Kuanglan fiercely sprang up from the camp bed, causing his wounds to hurt and grimace, clutching the short blade by the pillow with his only unbroken hand.
Lu Jiuyuan rolled over to sit up, his eyes sharp as a blade, causing his abdomen bandages to instantly seep blood.
Wei Banmeng instantly opened his eyes, his hand already on the handle of the Profound Qilin Blade.
Jiang Wei’s small body tensed up, the Eyes of Melting Gold instantly locking onto the source of the sound.
Fang Qingyu’s Eyes of Melting Gold abruptly contracted, forcing himself to get out of bed.
"Not Black Pine Ridge!"
Zhang Tiezhu yanked open the tent flap and rushed in, his face marked with shock but even more with awe, "The sound... the sound came from a far direction in the northeast! Across the mountains!"
Before he finished speaking.
Buzz——!!!
An indescribable terrifying pressure, like an awakening Ancient Giant God, instantly enveloped the entire camp!
This pressure was heavy! Overbearing!
Bearing an utterly pure Martial Arts Will!
It was as if an invisible, countless-cubit divine mountain had suddenly descended!
All the warriors in the camp, including Zhang Tiezhu, at the Peak of Profound, felt as if they were bearing an overwhelming burden, their Qi Blood stagnating, breathing becoming extraordinarily difficult.
Some weaker recruits turned deathly pale, their legs going weak, nearly kneeling!
"What is this...?!"
Zhang Tiezhu’s pupils dilated to the extreme, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
A figure, like a meteor ripping through the night sky, bearing a dazzling, Red Gold glow forged from pure Qi Blood, fearlessly descended from the northeast night sky at a speed beyond visual limits!
No fancy trajectory, no excess energy dispersal.
Just a straight, forceful Red Gold streak, as if to shatter space!
Boom!
The streak crashed into the open space in the center of the camp.
A circle of condensed Red Gold Qi wave silently spread like water ripples, instantly smoothing out the gravel and dust on the ground.
As the light faded.
A tall, burly figure, wearing a washed-out, dirt-stained old-style gray tunic, appeared before everyone’s eyes.
He seemed about forty, his face rugged as if carved by knives and axes, with cropped hair as sharp as steel needles, his tiger-like eyes flashing with light, as if containing a terrifying molten power.
Most striking were his exposed bronze arms and calves, the knotted muscles like coiled dragons, the skin covered in fine, seemingly burn scars, and even a few fresh, bone-deep claw marks that were slowly oozing with dark red blood, exuding a strong bloody smell and a chilling ferocity.
He stood there, without intentionally releasing any aura.
But the air of the entire camp seemed to freeze.
A tangible, suffocating Martial Arts Will naturally spread out.
Tier Three Martial Saint!
Absolutely!
