1065: C1065 Lucky

C1065 Lucky

Gu Zhenghai was no longer pressured by the aura and fell down from the wall. He ran forward and shouted happily, "Brother Yang, let's win..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that Yang Xuan's face was so pale that it was scary. He was like half a piece of white paper and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Brother Yang, are you alright?"

Gu Zhenghai asked worriedly.

Yang Xuan waved his hand gently. His breath seemed a little weak, "I'm fine. I've used up too much of my True Qi. I'll be fine after a while."

Gu Zhenghai was relieved after hearing that. He was about to reach out to support Yang Xuan when he suddenly saw Monk Wen Zui, who was lying on the ground with blood flowing out of his seven orifices, move.

This had given Gu Zhenghai quite a scare. Currently, Yang Xuan still needed some time to recover his True Qi. If the monk got up again, he would be in big trouble.

Even Yang Xuan's pupils shrank slightly.

Although he had won this battle, he had won by a fluke.

If it was a fair fight, Yang Xuan would definitely not be a match for Monk Wen Zui with his bare hands.

Just now, Yang Xuan had only used one of Monk Wen Zui's weak points. He deliberately revealed a flaw, allowing Monk Wen Zui to exert his strength in an instant. After that, he moved his body away, exposing the wine jar to Monk Wen Zui's fist.

Monk Wen Zui saw that the wine jar was more important than his own life. In a moment of desperation, he withdrew his strength.

Anyone who knew a little bit about martial arts knew that in the circulation of true qi, the most taboo was to push forward and pull it back at the same time.

When Monk Wen Zui punched at Yang Xuan, his true qi was poured very fiercely. If he suddenly withdrew his strength at this moment, the true qi in his body would become chaotic for a moment.

No matter how high his realm was, as long as this opportunity was violated, this kind of situation could not be avoided. It was just that for someone with a high cultivation base, this kind of situation could greatly reduce the time for his Qi to become chaotic.

In fact, how could a person at the level of the drunken monk not understand this principle? However, that wine jar was really too precious to him. He did not hesitate to risk his life for it. He also had to protect this wine jar that was even more precious than his life.

Although Yang Xuan's battle was full of tricks and tricks, all of this still depended on his own powerful abilities.

As for those who had reached the realm of Monk Wen Zui, the time of disorder at this moment was very little. They had to have a very precise control of this moment. No matter whether it was the timing or the angle, they could not afford to make any mistakes.

Secondly, they had to have a very high cultivation base. Otherwise, when faced with an opponent like the Drunken Indulgence Monk, even if their Qi was in disorder, and if their True Qi was not enough, they would not be able to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.

A life and death battle was definitely not a competition in the arena. There were no rules here. As long as they could kill the opponent, any method could be used.

Therefore, even if Yang Xuan was using tricks, it was still a test of a person's wisdom, judgment, courage, and decisiveness.

As long as these factors showed even the slightest bit of hesitation, it was impossible for him to seize this opportunity that only existed for a moment.

Because there was a large portion of gambling involved, Yang Xuan could not afford to make any mistakes. When he attacked Monk Wen Zui, he used a method that hurt his body. He gathered all the True Qi in his body in an instant, in order to maximize the lethality of the attack.

It was not the first time that Yang Xuan had faced such a life and death situation.

It was also during these life and death trials that he had been able to grow rapidly. In order to become a famous figure on the battlefield, besides having great strength, he also had to have some luck.

There were actually a lot of geniuses in this world, but most of them ended before they could display their talent.

This was like Yang Xuan himself. If he had been hit by a stray bullet or blasted by a cannonball the first time he went to the battlefield, then he would have lost the world-famous Champion Marquis.

Or, if there had been a time when life and death were on the line, when luck was not so good, he would not have been able to get to where he was today.

Therefore, luck, which seemed to be an illusory thing, was actually very important.

At this time, his True Qi had been forcefully released, so his body would temporarily have a period of weakness.

At this time, even a slightly stronger man would not be able to defeat Yang Xuan, let alone fight this Drunken Indulgence Monk again.1

But soon, he realized that this was just a false alarm.

Although this monk Wen Zui hadn't completely died, he didn't have any combat strength left. He was just struggling to survive.

At the moment of his death, Monk Wen Zui used all his strength and climbed inch by inch toward the big wine jar that he loved the most.

"I'll go and finish this fat pig!"

A flash of ruthlessness flashed across Gu Zhenghai's eyes, but he was stopped by Yang Xuan, "Forget it, let him die with peace of mind."

Even though the monk had almost taken Yang Xuan's life, and even though the monk had a notorious reputation in the Dark World, he had no grudges with Yang Xuan and the Profound Army Soldier.

As long as it wasn't on the battlefield, or under the premise that it wasn't necessary or the hatred between them was deep, Yang Xuan would respect these people who were about to die as much as possible.

Furthermore, this monk Wen Zui was once a famous figure in the Dark World, and could be considered a senior to Yang Xuan.

Therefore, Yang Xuan chose to give him the last bit of dignity.

One had to admit that this monk Wen Zui's cultivation base was indeed very strong. Even though all of his meridians had been destroyed, and at least seven of his dead meridians had been destroyed, he still didn't die immediately.

Inch by inch, this monk Wen Zui moved towards the big wine jar with great difficulty.

Finally, one of his hands touched the large wine jar.

He slowly turned his head, blood flowing out of his eyes, nose, and mouth. However, there was no fear on his face. There was even a trace of a smile on his face, as if he was expressing his gratitude for Yang Xuan's final wish.

After that, he suddenly used all his strength. His eyes stared at a corner of the stone house. His other hand struggled and slowly stretched out, pointing in the direction where his eyes were staring.

When the last trace of Qi fell, this man, who was once a famous figure in the martial world, had truly come to an end today.

From now on, there was no one like Monk Wen Zui in the Jianghu anymore.

Or perhaps, more than ten years ago, Monk Wen Zui had already died. Now, he was just a drunkard who loved drinking as much as his life.

"Brother Yang, there's something wrong with this big monk's expression."

As the captain of the green peony guards, Gu Zhenghai naturally had a bright idea. He looked at the big monk and said in puzzlement, "Since he likes his big wine jar so much, he should have rushed towards the big wine jar before he died."

"But just now, he clearly used the last bit of strength in his body to turn his face in another direction. Also, the direction of his finger is also the same as the direction his face is facing."

As he spoke, Gu Zhenghai looked in the direction of the big monk's gaze and finger. He found that the big monk was staring at a corner of the stone house. However, that place was bare and there was nothing there.

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