Chapter 220 Anomalies in the Way of Heaven

"Ouch, oh, oh, oh, my son! My son! How can I live if you die!!"

A plain white hearse drove past the street, and the old lady cried heartbrokenly, causing everyone to talk.

"What's going on? Why do you feel like there are funerals everywhere in the imperial capital these past two days?"

"You still don't know? Mrs. Liu's son served in the Beijing army. This time he performed martial arts with the army from Qiangzhou and was killed on the spot."

"You can die while performing martial arts? Isn't that too unlucky?"

"Haha, after going up to two camps, not a single person came down alive. This is called martial arts performance? This is a slap in the emperor's face!"

"What? Two battalions died? What do those barbarians in Qiangzhou want to do? Rebellion?"

"I see, no wonder people are wearing sackcloth and mourning in many places these days..."

"Boy, how come the imperial army is so weak? Can't even half a million people form a strong army?"

"After losing to the foreigners, we will lose to the rebels. After we have lost the rebels, we will lose to the Qiang barbarians. If we continue, we will lose to the Jizhou barbarians..."

"It's not just the corrupt officials. I heard that because of this, all the doctors, Yuanwailang, and principals of the [Martial Arts Department] went in."

"Okay! These corrupt officials should be punished!"

"Haha, how many officials have been changed in one term? Can we change it? Changing the soup does not change the medicine!"

"Humph! This officialdom is like a big dyeing vat. No matter who enters it, it will be the same. Those who are incorruptible will have no chance of promotion, while those who are greedy and flattery will rise through the ranks. In the end, the court will be full of silverfish!"

"Three years to clear the magistrate's office, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, just to make money and fight for power, I have no shame!"

"I see this Damin, take jujube pills!"

The indignant discussion soon turned to Damin, but a new piece of news suddenly cheered everyone up.

"What? Mr. Wu An wants to perform martial arts with the Sanzhou Army??!"

"Wait a minute, didn't Mr. Wu An take [Martial Arts]? When did he switch to [Army]?"

"I do not know……"

Although this news was full of doubts, everyone suddenly felt excited in their aggrieved hearts.

The people hate the princes and ministers who plunder the people's wealth and anointing, but they particularly admire the martial arts geniuses who have attributed thousands of great powers to themselves.

They are the spiritual support of ordinary people, the projection of their own ideals, and the future they long for but miss...

Every time they see Lord Wu An suppressing those foreign geniuses, they will feel proud and proud in their hearts.

The pride in their bones supports them to stand upright, withstand pressure, and bravely face this increasingly cruel world.

Lord Wu An is like the last glory of a decaying empire, tearing apart the dark clouds and constantly reminding people of the glory of the great celestial dynasty, inspiring them to continue to fight bravely...

"Western Military Academy, wait, isn't it today?"

"What? Why don't you hurry up and grab a seat? I remember that there are a few hills next to the school ground that no one cares about, and you can see the whole thing below!"

"Don't worry, go to a foreign merchant first and buy a telescope. You won't be able to see clearly without it!"

"Hey! Brothers are so smart!"

…………

Similar discussions echoed throughout the imperial capital. The common people who had been holding back for most of the winter, regardless of the severe cold, gathered towards the Western Military Academy.

The hills outside the school grounds soon became crowded with people, and their cheers and cheers could be faintly heard from a long distance away.

But at this time, the large campus covering an area of ​​several square kilometers was empty. The protagonist of the stage was sitting leisurely in the warm and comfortable stands, holding a small gourd and sipping wine.

The rich and sweet aroma of the wine made everyone greedy, but looking at the handsome young man with drunken eyes and a lazy body, everyone just felt their scalps numb.

We are about to face a bloody battle, why are you here drinking?!

But I have to say that this kind of behavior of drinking on the spot is really cool and domineering, and it is in line with Wu Anjun's arrogant and arrogant image.

On another high platform a few kilometers away from them, the atmosphere among a group of people seemed particularly solemn.

"General Wu, you must be careful in this battle."

"yes!"

Uzan clasped his fists in salute, and dressed in military uniform, Uzan turned and left, preparing to make final adjustments.

After he left, Tokusatsu Mizo looked at the solemn and desolate school grounds and sighed with some pity.

Ever since they knew that the final battle would be fought by Wu Anjun alone, they took the time to conduct countless deductions.

He even conducted a practical drill using his own [spiritual] posture as a standard.

The result of the drill was that he "died of exhaustion" after trying his best to kill more than 500 people.

In other words, Zhao Yinshun's lower limit can kill at least one-third of their soldiers!

But the upper limit...no one knows!

It is very likely that most of the warriors appearing today will die under the sword of that monster!

We have obviously gone through two bloody battles and are about to be finished. Why did such a change happen?

No one could have imagined that Damin would actually send a martial artist to fight against him, because except for the mythical powerhouse, the configuration of [Sirius Camp] theoretically cannot be competed by any martial artist!

But it just so happens that there is a monster in the imperial capital that goes beyond theory...

Comparing with the gods with a third-level body!

The Supreme Prodigy, Damin Wu’an Lord—Zhao Yinshun!

Chewing on this suffocating name, Deson Mizuo took a slow and long deep breath, faintly experiencing the despair and powerlessness of the ancient aliens when facing the prosperous dynasty.

The power of the sky is so majestic that just a name can make people feel heartbroken...

Just as he shook his head with emotion, a long blue-black dragon rushed past under the stands, and soon formed a strict military formation on the school field.

They gave up their best horse fighting skills and turned into heavy infantry.

Wearing heavy armor, holding a long gun, hanging a heavy scimitar on his waist, and carrying a stainless steel shield on his back, he was almost armed to the teeth!

If the average sequence of the most ordinary soldiers hadn't reached level three, the weight of these equipment alone would be enough to crush them, let alone engage in high-intensity fighting!

Seeing the army coming out, the fierce murderous aura soared into the sky, and even the hills in the distance could feel the chilling oppression coming towards them.

But what is strange is that there seems to be no movement on our side, and no soldiers come out to set up their positions at all.

"Didn't you say that Lord Wu An is going to lead his troops out? Why haven't you come out yet?"

"I do not know!"

In the luxurious stands, the lazy young man in white stood up slowly, looked down at the military formation with spears in the distance, and stretched intoxicatedly.

"Sister, help me..."

Halfway through handing over the delicate little gourd in his hand, Zhao Yinshun suddenly remembered something, took back the wine gourd and pinned it to his waist.

"Forget it, I can have a few more bites later when the mood strikes."

Li Min, who had reached his hand halfway, hesitated and glared at him angrily.

"Be serious and don't make me worry!"

"What's there to worry about? It's a bunch of bidders!"

Pointing at the military formation in the distance, the young man in white laughed and suddenly disappeared from the spot, like a white arrow shooting into the distance.

Jumping down from a high platform of more than 100 meters, the extraordinary power of the [Snow Dragon Suit] was activated silently. Zhao Yinshun's body slid hundreds of meters like a bird, drawing an elegant arc in mid-air, and landed gracefully.

Not far from the enemy's position.

Dressed in a gorgeous white dress that beats the snow, he looks like an empty-headed immortal descending from the sky. The handsome young man is smiling, and his careless and lazy eyes even have a hint of drunkenness. He does not look like an enemy coming to fight, but a prince and grandson who accidentally enters the battlefield.

Young Master.

Looking at Lord Wu An, whom he had heard for a long time, Wu Zan cautiously stood in the center of the military formation, cupping his fists and saluting from a distance of several hundred meters.

"The last general, Wuzan, has met Lord Wu An!"

"Needless to say, since you have chosen the path of war, you should be prepared to sacrifice your lives at any time..."

The White Emperor Sword at the waist automatically floated quietly in the air without wind. When Zhao Yinshun raised his hand to grasp it, the hilt of the sword happened to be put into his palm.

"It is your fate to die in battle. In this case, I don't have to bear any psychological burden."

"you……"

Feeling the terrifying momentum that expanded infinitely like the sun, Wuzan, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly changed his color.

Something's wrong!

He is a lot stronger than the last time he fought Tokusatsu Mizuo!!

At the same time, the Hu envoy headed by Sangbo Zanqi also stood up in shock, subconsciously holding the window sill and staring at the young man in the distance.

"Could it be that...he hid his power during the last fight?"

The one who was hit the hardest was Deson Mizuo.
To be continued...