Undefeated God of War Chapter 461-462

Chapter 461 – Will to Fight

Translated by: Berrrybunz

Edited by: TN and DeAndreR

"I beg you! You must definitely kill her!"

The delicate and gentle voice, along with her sorrow and sadness, made him willing to do anything for her.

Maybe I will die this time, I heard that Three Spirits City is very strong.

Wen Jiang exposed a bitter smile, but his pace was still as firm, he was unable to reject any of her requests. He had protected her all her life, watched her grow up, become another person's wife, gave birth to a daughter, and he initially thought that he could protect her till she pa.s.sed. Until then, he would have become the guardian to her tomb.

But what a pity….

The old affairs of that year were flipped open, the little girl that was chased out that year, actually became a mechanical grandmaster engineer. The old man actually wanted to use Xi Xi's life to exchange for Sai Lei, so he was definitely unable to sit back and do nothing. He knew that he himself had no opportunity to get near the old man, although he was already a saint, but the matters of the Yi Fan Family were extremely profound.

Inside the shabby looking small house, he could sense a few faintly discernable Qis.

Then let it be Sai Lei.

His gaze was ice cold. To him, the only person that could not die was Xi Xi. He thought about the past, the woman who bore a remarkable resemblance to Chu Xi, the woman he so deeply loved, entrusting the infant baby girl to him while at death's door, forcing him to swear an oath to protect the girl for her life.

Even the ruthlessness was so similar.

His heart was long turned to stone, but thinking back, it caused his heart to feel pain.

I have not forgotten about her.

That's great.

The majestic bronze wall with lights lit inside, separated from the insides, he could still clearly hear the shouts from the training. His expression regained the coldness, the lofty and tall bronze wall was nothing to him. Like a spiralling cloud of smoke, he quietly leaped onto the city wall.

His figure stood quietly in the shadows, not revealing any qi or even the movements of air. He followed the darkness, quietly and effortlessly but moving extremely fast. He could see everything clearly despite the darkness, with his eye power being extremely sharp.

I don't see Sai Lei.

She must be hiding in a place deeper in.

He quietly dropped down from the city wall, as though he had no weight, gently floating onto the ground, not even a speck of dust being disturbed.

When he landed, he found himself surrounded.

Such vigilance.

He secretly praised, seems like the security of Three Spirits City was even more strict than I imagined. But the eight men surrounding him, did not cause him to be alarmed. The reason why he had chosen to slip in was to save time. Since infiltration is not successful, I'll just barge in, there's no difference anyway.

To him, killing one man or killing a city had no difference.

His pupils turned cold, and his body suddenly disappeared.

In the next second, he had emerged in front of one of the martial artists. Out of the eight, he was the strongest, just a step away from entering the saint ranks. But, the step away from being bestowed as a saint was as different as the sky from earth.

His five fingers turned into claws without much movements, yet he was as quick as lightning.

The opponent was obviously slower, and was only in time to raise the bronze rod in front of him to block. Then, the five fingers that were in claw form suddenly became as gentle as the wind, strangely pa.s.sing through the other party's rod, and straight towards his chest.

The move was agile and concise, thus becoming extremely fast and able to change intention. No matter how strong the Gold Ranked Martial Artist was, in that one move, he was caught in an extremely dangerous situation.

Ding.

The handle of the sword suddenly struck over. The swordsman by the side had used his True Power and supported him.

Wen Jiang was surprised, the speed of the sword was good, but a pity it was too weak.

He extended out his fingers, flicking at the sword tip with his finger.

Dang!

A force of over 10 thousand catties suddenly pushed forth, the sword immediately crumbled, the swordsman was struck with a severe injury and flew out.

But with that delay, the other martial artists took the chance to move up.

Wen Jiang did not panic, his palm either shot out or blocked, his style was very concise, but his might was astonis.h.i.+ng. But after five to six moves, Wen Jiang felt that something was wrong.

Their coordination, is clearly planned, and, it is of some standard….

In just a few moves, Wen Jiang felt as if he had dropped into a spider web, as though he was getting more and more stuck, he could not display many of his techniques anymore, as though there was a formless binding around him.

He did not know that in a place nearby, there was a pair of eyes watching their fight. Tang Chou was immersed in it, his expression focused. The saint rank was hailed as a powerful one man army, and could influence any war easily, and he was finally going up against one.

Tang Chou had a piece of paper in front of him, on it wrote a header

"Essential tactics to restrain a saint rank".

It is a good case study….

Bear Egg.

Tang Tian could feel everything that was happening outside.

When 10 thousand people all stopped training, it could only mean one thing, something had happened. Tang Tian immediately became anxious, but the whirlpool swords did not seem to stop.

d.a.m.n it!

Even the pain from the tempering of the martial spirit was unable to hold back the anxiousness, he hated that he could not stop immediately to fight alongside everyone.

Everyone is out at war, what am I doing here standing by the sidelines?

For four weeks, the Lupus martial artists never came back, and Tang Tian knew that the situation was bad. On the contrary, his restless heart calmed down, the pupils that had sword aura in it, flashed past a look of determination.

The martial spirit that was being tempered, it was like touching the sword auras with your bare hands, as though your hand is holding onto the sword edge. It was that deep pain that caused him to almost faint. That sort anguish did not come from anywhere, but straight from his soul, the anguish directly on his martial spirit!

He stopped thinking for a few seconds, before gradually getting used to it. He could only adapt to the anguish straight from his martial spirit, and unable to divert his focus to anywhere else.

Every detail of the pain was crisp and clear.

This is truly painful….. If only everyone else can give it a try….

"Ahhhhh……"

Tang Tian's blood curdling scream was very mournful.

Jing Hao who was seated near Tang Tian as a guard opened his eyes. He heard a difference in Tang Tian's screams, what was happening?

Very quickly, he noticed the fluctuation of the whirlpool swords – it was increasing in speed!

Jing Hao stood up in alarm, suspicion immediately emerging in his eyes, but in the next few seconds, he finally understood, it was Crazy Tang!

"Ahhhhhhh…."

The unprecedented screams were filled with pain, but it also had an unspeakable desperate, stirring determination.

Jing Hao was stunned.

Tang Tian….

The whirlpool swords' speed continued to increase, the surprising number of sword auras continued to sweep around Tang Tian's surrounding, every blade aura that swept past his martial spirit caused him to shudder.

Pa, suddenly, a spark was lit up. Tang Tian's martial spirit trembled incessantly, causing so much pain that it made Tang Tian's mind go blank.

Sparks continued to appear.

As the whirlpool swords continued to increase in speed, the sparks continued to explode out from his martial spirit, his body became crooked, violently s.h.i.+vering like a sieve.

Only his pupils, were filled with determination and craziness.

I know, at this time, I should be waiting for it to complete its tempering. I know, it is extremely safe now, but because of this rational, that it becomes more reasonable.

But…..

To train here peacefully, and watch all of you fight, I cannot do that!

In dangerous times, watching all of you blocking and defending for me, I cannot do that!

I am very stupid right….

Since….since I am crazy, you all can laugh if you want!

"Ahhhhhh….."

The crazy and reckless determined wails were mind tearing and ear piercing.

The Desolate Bear Bone flew above Tang Tian's head, the star power suddenly becoming extremely dense. The martial artists who were observing the sky in Heaven's Road, were surprised to find out that Big Dipper's handle was quietly s.h.i.+fting.

The star power rose dramatically.

The whirlpool swords exploded out.

Jing Hao anxiously retreated, the expanding whirlpool swords were like a regiment of tornadoes, destroying everything around them. The ropes in Bear Eggs were instantly decimated, countless rope strands flying in the air, and immediately becoming even more destroyed!

The platform became smashed.

Inside Bear Egg, a super whirlpool sword storm was quickly forming.

Jing Hao retreated over 30m, the whirlpool sword storm was still expanding at an astronomical pace, the condensation of star power continued to flow inwards, Ursa Major Constellation's star power concentration was plummeting quickly.

Jing Hao retreated again!

Bang!

The whirlpool Sword Storm engulfed the entire Bear Egg, everything that was inside the storm was all crushed.

Witnessing the monstrous scene, no matter how strong Jing Hao was, he still inhaled in cold air.

The citizens of the new Bear Head City upon sensing the strange movements all walked out.

Long Shou Jing watched with open jaws at the torrential whirlpool swords expanded from a far distance. Beside him, every martial artists was trembling, their faces filled with revere.

Around 50 li away from Bear Egg, on a small hill, three saints looked at the monstrous whirlpool sword storm, their faces ashen.

"Is that guy….a human?" Fist Saint Dou Yong stammered, his face pale white.

Bai Si Si had lost all the color on her face, she turned to ask He Yu Ming: "Brother He, that Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique can produce such a might?"

He Yu Ming had a look of fear, he could only feel that his mouth and throat were dry: "I've never ever heard about it before…..that is unimaginable, truly unimaginable….how is that possible? The person inside, how can he not become minced meat?"

The volume of Bear Egg was astonis.h.i.+ng, and the volume of the whirlpool sword storm had already engulfed the entire Bear Egg.

Bing who had just brought a new batch of poison from Three Spirits City was stunned in place witnessing the scene.

Tang Tian was already completely isolated from the outside, the density of the whirlpool sword storm caused him to be unable to see or hear anything. Only the light aura from the Desolate Bear Bone above his head which was like the light of the sun, shooting down towards him, gave him a feeling of warmth.

His martial spirit was completely enveloped by sparks.

His consciousness was a blur, already being engulfed by the torrential anguish, his body spasming. His face, did not have the pained look from before, his closed eyes seem to smoothen out as well.

He felt as if he was struggling in the sea, in a moment drowning inside the water, in the next he was above it gasping for air, the choking and stifling feeling, made him feel muddleheaded.

Inside the chaos, there was a vague voice.

"……Fight…."

Fight….

Tang Tian's eyelashes trembled, in a while, he opened his eyes, which were completely white.

Fight…. fight…..

His body continued to tremble like a sieve, when suddenly, like a beast that smelled a whiff of his prey, he raised his head and leaned back.

His lifeless and sluggish gaze, was facing a direction. The direction of the three saints hiding on the small hill.

Chapter 462 – The Moving Whirlpool Sword Storm

Translated by: Berrrybunz

Edited by: TN and DeAndreR

…..Fight……

The vague voice, in the air, seemed like it was a whisper.

With his trembling body, he took his first step, causing the figure in the eye of the storm to stagger.

The whirlpool sword storm trembled like a pile of toy building blocks that suddenly got struck, it shuddered, as though it could collapse at any moment. Jing Hao who was standing nearby, was able to see clearly the countless layers of sword auras that seemed to flow like an avalanche, causing the hair on his skin to become numb.

That fellow….what exactly is he doing?

Jing Hao's mind surged with a dangerous feeling.

Rumble rumble.

The whirlpool sword storm swayed around like a drunkard, slowly moving towards a direction.

Jing Hao was stunned, that thing can actually move….

T-this this this…. Is that truly the Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique?

He was dumbstruck, he knew about the Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique, as a swordsman, he had some understanding in the different sword techniques of the different sects, and Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique being the most ruthless spirit tempering technique, how could he not know about it? Not only did he know about it, he had specially researched it for a period of time, for someone who was bent on creating his own sword dao, he was very interested in all techniques related to the sword.

Whirlpool Sword Spirit Tempering Technique, I have never heard that it could move before….this thing is meant to temper the martial spirit…. Not used to run amok all over the place….

Only after a few minutes did Jing Hao regain his senses. Alright, anything that had to do with Tang Tian, if they did not change to look abnormal, if they did not change to become strange and perverse, then that would be the real weird thing!

The worth of that kid, is meant to make the world abnormal.

But….please be safe!

Worry flashed past Jing Hao's eyes, with sword in hand, he flew forward and followed the moving whirlpool sword storm.

The three saints on the hill were dumbstruck.

"Is it coming towards us?" Dou Yong asked.

"It seems like it." He Yu Ming's expression was sluggish.

Bai Si Si was stupefied watching the rumbling Whirlpool Sword Storm going towards them, and only managed to say: "what kind of freak is he?"

That sentence struck the other two in their hearts.

The whirlpool sword storm was very big, rumbling towards them, the sound was very imposing. Even for the three people who were saints, facing such a terrifying might, it caused their minds to sway.

That is the true might of heavens…..

"What do we do?" Dou Yong asked straightforwardly: "That freak is definitely coming towards us!"

"RUN!" He Yu Ming said straightforwardly as well.

"RUN!" Bai Si Si repeated after him.

Dou Yong looked at the two of them: "Like that, it is a bit embarra.s.sing, the three of us are saints hey!"

"Then do you want to go and test it out first?" He Yu Ming's eyes was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with encouragement.

Bai Si Si's beautiful eyes also looked at Dou Yong.

"Let's run!" Dou Yong dropped his head and ran instantly.

The three of them sprinted, their speed extremely fast, but then the drunkard whirlpool sword storm also picked up speed, the rumbling sound behind them did not become further, but instead sounded closer and closer.

The three of them were pressured to increase their speed.

"Si Si, use your zither!" He Yu Ming shouted.

Bai Si Si was shaken, and immediately took out her white jade zither, ignoring her image, singlehandedly holding onto the zither, her right hand started to pluck at the zither strings.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

The zither sound brought forth a soothing strength, as though the entire world had calmed down. It was the tune [Calm Consideration]! It was Bai Si Si's famous tune, she had merged her singing along with her playing, a tune for the spirit which could calm people's mind.

Even a berserk ninth level star spirit beast, under the tune, would become calm.

d.a.m.n it…. The whirlpool sword storm is chasing us faster and faster!

Bai Si Si bit her lips, the zither playing changed, from the calming [Calm Consideration], it suddenly became very melodious, enchanting to the point of causing the blood to boil, with reference to [Demonic Chant], she had created the [Beautiful Angel], it was extremely confusing and created illusions.

Even for Gold Ranked Martial Artists, under the tune, their meridians would erupt, their hearts will become agitated and would die due to the combustion of the body!

d.a.m.n it…. The whirlpool sword storm is still increasing speed!

The three of them could already feel the flow of the storm of sword auras behind them, crazily attacking and cutting the air, creating ripples. The might, even as saints, caused their backs to turn cold.

"Split up and run!" He Yu Ming shouted.

The three of them suddenly split, flying in three directions.

The three of them could immediately feel the whirlpool sword storm halt for a moment. Ha ha, let's see what you will do next! The three of them all heaved a sigh of relief. After the next second, the whirlpool sword storm suddenly flew after He Yu Ming who took the middle path without hesitation!

He Yu Ming's face became white, the hair on his skin turned numb. He could not care about his image in the way which he flew anymore, and activated all the True Power in his body, discharging it from his feet, he sprinted with all his might.

Seeing that He Yu Ming had attracted the whirlpool sword storm and disappearing across the horizon, Dou Yong and Bai Si Si returned back, both of them had a look of joy.

"Will Brother He die?" Bai Si Si was worried.

"I will pray for him and light up joss sticks for him!" Dou Yong swore.

Bai Si Si stopped talking.

"You want to save him?" Dou Yong asked after seeing her act that way.

Bai Si Si shook her head: "No, I was thinking where to offer him joss sticks."

The two of them were speechless.

The wind blew over, causing the two of them to feel a slight chill.

Dou Yong looked at the desolate wilderness, and said suddenly: "I have a bad premonition."

Bai Si Si remained silent.

"His majesty's decision, is most probably a mistake." Dou Yong muttered: "I have never seen such a weird guy before. I think, if Tang Tian does not die now, will he become like Lion King Lei Ang."

"Most probably." Bai Si Si said: "If Tang Tian does not die under that powerful whirlpool sword storm, his martial spirit will definitely be tempered to a terrifying stage. Him becoming a saint is only a matter of time, but it will be very soon. As soon as he enters the saint rank, his martial spirit will be far stronger than anyone else, and that will make him even more terrifying."

Dou Yong looked at Bai Si Si, he was taken aback, Bai Si Si's character was cold, and it was the first time Dou Yong had heard her talk so much.

But her words caused him to become quiet.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Bai Si Si: " Then what do we do?"

The two of them were quiet once more.

If Tang Tian did not die, then Cetus Constellation would definitely fall. Although they were saints, but that did not mean that they did not think for their future. The actions of winning and forgiving the other party, such a benevolent Monarch, only existed in books, as more of the heroic Masters liked to settle their debts. In the past, there were three saints, who caused many deaths and injuries to Lei Ang's army, and after they were defeated, the three saints wanted to escape, but they were ultimately caught and killed by Lei Ang's army.

There were very few solitary saints, as majority of them had families as backings. Those that did not have families were disciples who had taken up mantles.

The wind, seemed to become even colder.

Three Spirits City.

The battle in the corner had surprised many people. Everyone was stunned by Wen Jiang's strength. 20 high leveled martial artists had surrounded him and were fighting with him, but Wen Jiang was still able to hold his own.

The seemingly ordinary martial techniques, in Wen Jiang's hands, became extremely powerful.

20 People, were actually unable to do anything to Wen Jiang. Many of the mechanical martial artists who were training were prepared to act as support, but very quickly, everyone received orders from above, that they were not allowed to help!

The order sent down made them feel weird, but they all stood by the side to watch in the end.

Tang Chou's position remained the same, watching every detail of the fight. His eyes were lit up with a strange light aura, his entire focus was immersed in it, and the pen in his hand was flying at an astonis.h.i.+ng rate as he continued to write in the book.

The saint was being deconstructed in his eyes, being a.n.a.lyzed down to every fine detail. Every detail, every resistance in the fight, were all in his mind, all being broken down into data.

The gaudy and shocking attacks were being peeled off layer by layer like clothing, transforming into their most primitive states in his eyes.

The white paper in front of him was filled with all sorts of patterns and designs, and every corner was filled with writing.

His strange gaze, frantic writing, filling up the paper with words and drawings, was quickly completed.

Magic Flute had quietly appeared behind Tang Chou, not disturbing him.

Tang Chou suddenly stopped, dropping the pen in his hand, he asked without turning his head: "Why are you here?"

"It's over?" Magic Flute asked.

"Yes, it's finished." Tang Chou stretched his waist, the strange look in his eyes had regained the coldness: "I have obtained sufficient data, and I want to study it well."

"Do you have something against the same rank?" Magic Flute chuckled, his laugh was refres.h.i.+ng.

"I am set to become a famous general rank military general, and the saints are my opponents whom I need to suppress." Tang Chou then reminded: "You must be more careful. We have allowed Honorable Martial Group to become so vicious, they will definitely think of ways to defeat us. To have such a good opportunity, they will not miss it."

When Tang Chou finished speaking, another intense fighting sound rose up from another direction of the base.

"Ah Chou, you truly have incredible foresight." Magic Flute praised.

"Although I do not wish to trouble you, but this time, we need some time." Tang Chou said coldly: "It's best that you perform more beautifully, and intimidate them."

Magic Flute advised with warmth: "Your killing intent is too heavy."

"A general is only successful upon reaching thousands of bones, and I want to become a famous general, how can I not kill?" Tang Chou did not even raise his head, keeping the stack of papers: "Not only do I want to kill, I want to kill a lot of them."

Magic Flute helplessly laughed, then floated away.

Tang Chou's promotion had made his personality even more of a bigot and even more determined, compared to last time, he looked to be more lofty. And Tang Chou was right, everyone's dao was different.

He leaped to the tallest tower of the base, overlooking the entire place, caressing the s.h.i.+ny bronze flute in his hand, his warm pupils revealed a tranquil look.

I never expected that, after dying for so many years, I still have the chance to become stronger.

Life is truly undetermined.

The wind blew in his face, blowing up his hair and robes.

He looked to be a n.o.ble man from a painting, facing the wind, his white robes fluttering with the wind.

All the vague memories surfaced up in his mind, becoming emotional and exhaling slowly, all the confusion of his youth poured out.

If it was that time, if it was in that period, I would have played to my heart's content, my songs would flow through the years.

But suddenly today, but suddenly today, I stand alone in the wind, once again playing my seven Tunes of Death.

He exhaled slowly, the n.o.ble man looked to be holding back, his eyebrows frowned, he placed the bronze flute to his lips.