NABC Chapter 76 Warlock's Arrogance
Chapter 76 Warlock's Arrogance
Chapter 76 Warlock's Arrogance
Lu Linglong was assigned to a relatively quiet, detached building on campus, a little far from the main student dormitory area.
The environment here is quiet and secluded, surrounded by green trees, and it has its own private courtyard, clearly a specially arranged residence.
There are two other identical small buildings nearby, but they are both empty.
Thanks to Lu Linglong, Wang Ye, who was in charge of "taking care" of her, was also able to have a separate bedroom on the first floor of this small building, without having to squeeze into the student dormitory, even though he insisted on it himself and even refused the villa that his father had arranged for him.
Lu Linglong pulled her suitcase and walked into the second floor, which was her entire room.
In comparison, Wang Ye's room downstairs was practically like a toilet for her.
Li Muxuan's favoritism is evident.
The room faces the sun, so the natural light is excellent. The furnishings are simple yet comfortable, complete with a desk, wardrobe, large bed, large sofa, and even a separate, spacious balcony.
What's even more remarkable is that she could feel the walls of the room were unusually thick, clearly having undergone special treatment.
This was Li Muxuan's doing. He specially thickened and soundproofed the room, and even treated it to isolate energy at the physical level, so as to ensure that Lu Linglong would not attract unnecessary attention or interference from the outside world when she was cultivating in the room.
She was very satisfied. Lu Linglong had been worried about having nowhere to cultivate after enrolling in school.
In the days that followed, Lu Linglong's life settled into a regular and fulfilling routine.
During the day, like any other freshman, she carried her backpack and shuttled between the teaching building, library, and canteen, attending classes diligently, completing assignments, and trying her best to adapt to the pace of university life.
In the evenings, she would return to her small building and immerse herself in the practice of a "seeker of the Dharma." With Li Muxuan's occasional guidance, which was mostly relaying or inspiring, and with the incredibly detailed guidance left behind by the Zhouyi through its transmission, her cultivation steadily and solidly improved.
Days flowed by quietly in this seemingly ordinary campus life.
Until one day, Li Muxuan went to M country on official business to attend an important international academic conference, and planned to visit his troublesome daughter and granddaughter on a small island across the ocean.
With the departure of this seemingly unreliable but actually formidable old rogue who had been lurking in the shadows for a long time, certain eyes that had been lurking in the dark and coveting him could no longer contain themselves.
Wang Ye was the first to notice something was wrong.
Despite his perpetually sleepy and listless appearance, he possesses an astonishingly keen insight and perception.
He soon noticed that there seemed to be quite a few "unfamiliar faces" around him and Lu Linglong recently.
These people, disguised as students, logistics staff, or even passing tourists, seemed ordinary, but the frequency of their appearance, the length of time they stayed, and the subtle, seemingly untargeted yet all-encompassing observations that filled the area, all made Wang Ye wary.
At first, he wasn't entirely sure, since it's normal to see unfamiliar faces on a university campus with so many people coming and going.
He kept an eye on things without alerting Lu Linglong, but secretly increased his vigilance and intentionally or unintentionally adjusted the routes and times of their daily activities.
A few days later, with deeper observation and confirmation of certain details, Wang Ye finally became certain—these ordinary people had a clear goal: they were after Lu Linglong!
They are most likely just keeping watch; the real operation is carried out by someone else.
Until Wang also noticed the three unfamiliar strange people.
Realizing this, Wang Ye immediately reported the situation to Huazhong Nadutong, which was in charge of the capital, through internal channels.
It is important to know that there is an ironclad rule in the world of superhumans: superhumans must not attack ordinary people without cause.
Matters within the industry must be handled within the industry itself; it is strictly forbidden to involve those outside the industry. This is a taboo that the company will never tolerate!
However, what also troubled Wang was that the company, which had previously responded quickly and decisively to such incidents, seemed to have disappeared without a trace this time.
His report received no formal response, not even the usual formulaic reply such as "We have received it and are processing it."
Wang was completely baffled and his mind was filled with doubts.
He then tried to contact several friends in the industry who were active in Beijing, with whom he had had a few interactions and with whom he had a fairly good relationship, hoping to find out some information indirectly.
Strangely, these guys who were usually quite friendly were now either stammering and vague, or simply avoiding him altogether, cutting off all communication, as if he, Wang Ye, had suddenly become some kind of terrifying "plague god," and they were trying to get away from him at all costs.
His repeated inquiries and attempts to contact people seemed to have not only failed to clarify the situation, but instead, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred up an unexpected chain reaction.
Wang Ye had originally predicted that the other party would continue to observe and prepare for a period of time before taking action.
But just a few days after he ran into obstacles everywhere and felt that things were getting increasingly strange, the other party suddenly made a move!
It was late autumn, nearing winter, one night.
In the dead of night, all was quiet.
The moonlight was exceptionally bright, its cool glow like mercury spilling onto the ground, casting a pale white light on the small building in the corner of the campus and the surrounding trees and paths, while also drawing out even deeper and more profound shadows.
Three shadowy figures, seemingly blending into the night, appeared without warning from different directions, moving at an astonishing speed and silently hurtling towards the small building!
Their actions were clearly coordinated and purposeful, heading straight for the window of Lu Linglong's room on the second floor, indicating that they were very familiar with the terrain and layout of the place.
Just as they were about to approach the small building, and one of them had already slightly bent his knees, as if about to leap directly onto the second-floor balcony, "Whoosh—"
The door to the first floor of the small building was gently pushed open.
A slightly thin figure, dressed in loose casual clothes, slowly strolled out of the door, blocking the way between the three people and the small building.
"Gentlemen," Wang Ye's voice, with its usual languid tone as if he hadn't slept well, was clearly audible in the quiet moonlit night, "It's late at night, the moonlight is lovely, but it's disturbing our peaceful dreams—what's going on here?"
As he spoke, he stepped completely out of the shadows of the porch and into the cool moonlight.
The moonlight illuminated his weary yet not particularly tense face, allowing him to see that the newcomer was dressed in a dark, tight-fitting suit that allowed for easy movement, with a hood and his face hidden in shadow. His aura was refined and dangerous, clearly not that of an ordinary person.
The leader of the men in black paused, and a soft, cold snort seemed to come from under his hood. His voice was hoarse and deep: "Wang Ye—the personal disciple of the Wudang Sect Leader, the third young master of the Wang family of Zhonghai. If it were any other time or place, and someone like you were to be provoked, I would turn around and leave without saying a word."
His tone suddenly turned fierce, filled with undisguised murderous intent and determination: "But today, the strange thing is—you're being impractical and insist on blocking this path!"
Without further ado, he swung his right hand downwards sharply and decisively ordered, "Finish him off quickly! Dead or alive!"
The last four words, like shards of ice, shattered the silence of the night and completely revealed the other party's insane determination to spare no expense and even dare to kill someone of Wang Ye's status and background!
Upon hearing this, the lazy look on Wang Ye's face vanished instantly, and his pupils suddenly contracted!
Not only did the other party know his background, but they also dared to issue an order that he would be at the mercy of the enemy, regardless of his life or death?
The implications behind this, and the confidence and madness that the opposing force might possess, made his heart sink.
However, before he could even open his mouth to question or try to reason with T...
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
On the left and right sides, two more dark figures, like arrows released from a bow, rushed towards Wang Ye from the left and right with a sharp whooshing sound, attacking him from both sides! Their attacks were ruthless, aimed straight for vital points, and showed no mercy!
Under the moonlight, on the open ground in front of the small building, murderous intent exploded instantly.
Wang Ye's mind was on high alert, but his reaction was swift.
The other party's "life or death" order left no room for maneuver. In haste, he took a deep breath, and the lazy aura around him instantly subsided. A kind of "Qi" that was harmonious and long, yet contained the meaning of the rotation of Yin and Yang, rose from his dantian and flowed through his limbs and bones.
Tai Chi Chuan begins with the Wuji stance!
His feet were neither too far apart nor too far apart, his shoulders were relaxed and his elbows were drooping. His hands were held loosely in front of his chest, one in front of the other. He seemed to have incorporated the space in front of him into his "momentum" and was faintly connected to the ground beneath his feet.
The moonlight falling on him seemed to be slightly distorted by an invisible current.
At the same time, two dark figures pounced in from the left and right!
The man on the left was particularly burly, with heavy, powerful strides. Each step he took left a short, muffled thud, as if carrying immense force.
His punches were fierce and violent, without any fancy moves, straight to the point, with no intention of hiding anything. He openly used this military-style killing fist, the Bajiquan honed from actual combat, to tell you his identity!
Before the fist even arrived, the terrifying aura of "shaking the sky and stomping the earth" was already overwhelming. Wherever the fist struck, the air seemed to emit a low groan, and the sharp wind already stung Wang Ye's skin!
The person on the right moved with even more agility and unpredictability, their steps as if wading through mud, silent and stealthy, yet each footstep was extremely stable.
His hands were clenched into claws, the fingertips gleaming with a faint dark light, like an eagle or a tiger, tearing through the air with a sinister and cunning intent to seize and lock the throat. Combined with his agile footwork, he blocked Wang Ye's right retreat and the vital point of his neck. This was a variation of the Eagle Catch and Tiger Pounce from Xingyi Quan, which focused on attacking vital points, and was swift and ruthless!
The two, one on the left and one on the right, one forceful and one gentle, one overt and one covert, cooperated perfectly. They were clearly skilled in combined attacks and instantly sealed off most of Wang Ye's evasive space, forcing him to take the hit head-on!
Wang Ye, being in the midst of it all, suddenly felt immense pressure.
He dared not take the blow head-on, nor did he dare not take it back. He stepped forward in a series of nine movements, his body swaying like a willow in the wind. In the nick of time, he slid back half a step, while his arms made a circular motion, gently flicking out a "cloud hand" move, trying to deflect the fierce Bajiquan elbow strike with a soft force.
"Bang!"
Their fists clashed, producing a dull thud.
Wang Ye felt his arm sink, and a powerful force surged in like a wave. The Tai Chi soft force could not completely dissipate it, causing his blood and qi to rise slightly.
At the same time, the insidious eagle claw from the right had already struck. He had no choice but to twist his waist strangely, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. The wind from the punch grazed his waist, bringing a burning pain.
"What a hard punch!" Wang Ye thought to himself.
These two have an incredibly solid foundation in martial arts, and their strength is refined; they are by no means ordinary, unorthodox individuals.
Tai Chi emphasizes striking after the opponent has moved and using softness to overcome hardness, but the opponent's attack is like a storm, giving him no chance to build up strength and find an opening.
He quickened his pace, his figure becoming somewhat ethereal in the moonlight. His palms formed arcs, creating an impenetrable barrier around him.
But the king knew that this was not a long-term solution.
The two opponents were full of energy and launched a relentless offensive. He could only defend and dodge, which greatly depleted his internal energy and mental strength.
What's more troublesome is that the leader, the hooded man in black, hasn't made a move yet. He's just standing in the shadows not far away, coldly watching the battle, like a lurking venomous snake, putting immense invisible pressure on him.
"We must break their rhythm of cooperation—" Wang Ye's eyes narrowed. He seized the moment when the Bajiquan master's Yama Three Points Hand technique was in its slump and had not yet generated new power. Instead of retreating, he advanced and gently placed his left hand on the opponent's wrist with the "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail" move. He did not block it head-on, but instead pulled the opponent to the side and back.
At the same time, his right palm silently emerged from under his ribs, containing a soft, internal force, and struck the opponent's slightly open chest and abdomen opening due to the exertion of force—this was a variation of the "Needle at the Bottom of the Sea" move in Tai Chi, which specifically targets the lower body and vital points.
The Bajiquan master clearly hadn't expected Wang Ye to dare to launch a counterattack under such pressure, and the transition between the two moves was seamless, subtle and unpredictable.
He grunted, stumbled, and his massive body was involuntarily pulled to the side, slightly disrupting his offensive and defensive posture.
However, just as Wang Ye thought he had gained a slight advantage, a cold light suddenly appeared on his right!
The Xingyiquan master had somehow managed to attach a short, black dagger to his fingertips. Seizing the slight opening when Wang Ye attacked his companion, he unleashed a move called "Golden Rooster Snatching Millet," the dagger flashing like lightning as it pierced straight into Wang Ye's back!
Extremely dangerous!
Wang Ye's hair stood on end. At the critical moment, he relied on his intuition for danger, which he had cultivated over many years, to forcefully retract the internal force of his right palm strike by three points. At the same time, he used the recoil from the strike to make his entire body fall forward as if it had lost its weight, and he did a pathetic "lazy donkey roll" on the spot.
"Sizzle!"
The short thorns grazed his back, tearing a long gash in his clothes, the cold blades almost touching his skin.
Wang Ye rolled to his feet, his breathing somewhat disordered, and sweat beading on his forehead.
He glanced at the composed leader in black not far away, then looked at his two opponents who had readjusted their postures and were now exuding even greater murderous intent, and his heart sank.
Damn it!
At this moment, how could Wang Ye not know the identities of these two people—they were all great masters from that place!
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to be almost killed on the spot in just a moment of fighting!
These two are experienced in combat and are already difficult to deal with. With their seamless teamwork, one of them is now enraged and will launch an even more ferocious attack; the other has revealed his venomous claws and is even more difficult to defend against.
They gave Wang Ye no time to catch his breath. The two attackers were also experienced; if they missed their first strike, they didn't stop.
The Bajiquan master twisted his waist and hips, and the deflected supporting punch turned into a close-range strike. He lowered his shoulders like a bear and rammed into Wang Ye!
A Xingyiquan master would touch the ground with his toes, transform his claws into fists, and unleash a short, explosive Bengquan (a type of fist strike), like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight at Wang Ye's back!
The pressure has increased dramatically!
Wang Ye's expression was solemn. He knew that he could not hold out for long by simply defending and deflecting the force. His opponents' moves were all deadly and their teamwork was seamless. He had to break their rhythm!
He turned again, stepping on the Tai Chi Bagua steps, dodging and weaving within a small space to avoid the vicious Beng Quan of the Xingyi Quan master. At the same time, he made circles with both hands, one hand blocking the fierce close-range lean of the Baji Quan master, and the other hand pulling on his arm, trying to use his strength to strike again.
"Bang! Bang!"
The dull thuds of flesh colliding and the clash of energies echoed one after another under the moonlight.
While Wang Ye's Tai Chi circular force was indeed exquisite, his opponents were powerful, well-coordinated, and extremely experienced in actual combat. They often launched a continuous and fierce attack when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated.
The domineering and fierce Bajiquan and the unpredictable and swift Xingyiquan, like a storm, constantly impacted Wang Ye's seemingly flexible but actually heavily pressured defensive circle. This time, Wang Ye regretted it as soon as they touched hands, realizing that it was just a test from the other party. Now that the two were going all out, he was like a football being repeatedly shot back and forth at the feet of two football kings!
It's about to burst!
Life and death hung in the balance. Wang Ye's eyes gleamed with intense light. He swore he had never been so focused in his life. In less than half a minute, he was already drenched in sweat.
Calm down! Calm down!!!
Wang Ye's mind raced; he had to find a way to break the deadlock and escape.
Otherwise, he would surely die within ten moves.
This was all due to his arrogance. As a sorcerer, facing the combined attack of two martial arts masters, he was so arrogant that he dared to let them get so close.
If that's the case, then what good are unparalleled skills? If you dare to be distracted for even a moment, the next move will rip out your heart and lungs, and you'll die on the spot.
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