Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Goodness, this fat pig took advantage of him being trapped in a fantasy and did such a thing to his body?

Normally Qiao Mu would have teased this silly cat, but now… he just looked up at Dao Zhen.

Seeing the illusion broken, Dao Zhen’s first reaction was to fly back and create some distance.

"Where are you going? Weren’t you supposed to discuss with me, Dao Zhen?" Qiao Mu suddenly spoke.

His words seemed enchanting, causing Dao Zhen to pause for a moment.

"Discuss?" Dao Zhen asked.

"Sure, you’ve said a lot, now it’s time to listen to my reasoning." Qiao Mu took a deep breath and spoke confidently:

"I will just say a few words—–"

In an instant, he was almost boiling with rage. He was surrounded by a strong glow of blood, and with a heavy step, he lunged towards Dao Zhen.

His lunge was in a straight line.

Along the way, he broke over a dozen old trees in half, with tree trunks, wood chips, and falling leaves flying everywhere, swirling like snowflakes in the air.

Debate? Argument of reason? What’s the use of that?

The immortal way is the great way, the practice of immortality is the trend. The Nine Immortal Gates are numerous and powerful, towering high and strong. Compared to them, martial artists are just tiny fireflies under the scorching sun, not even visible. But so what?

The practice of cultivating immortality has a set of convincing theories for being ruthless and detached from desires, for being extraordinary and transcendent, passed down by generations of cultivators since ancient times.

But how is this relevant?

A criminal was sentenced by the court, but many people raised money to compensate. Even after that, hundreds of people continued to support him. Does having hundreds of people supporting him mean he is right and wrongly accused?

Still arguing? There are so many silly people in the world, does anyone really think they can change someone’s mind with just a few words?

"The lesson of a martial artist is always taught with fists!"

Qiao Mu’s eyes sharp like a sword, holding the King Qin Sword in one hand, he leaped high into the sky like a bullet.

At that moment, Dao Zhen was summoning back thousands of scattered swords surrounding the small forest, with only dozens of swords in front of him, he quickly soared away.

"Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps!"

Qiao Mu flew across the sky like a big eagle, and despite being at a moment of exhaustion, he lightly stepped on the broken branches and tree trunks floating in the air.

After eighty years of hard training, his Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps had reached a preliminary stage of reversal.

He could climb up a cliff with a waterfall rushing down, and now he was stepping on the broken branches, miraculously levitating step by step, using each step as a boost to soar into the sky.

"Red Moon Burning Blood Technique·Blood Sword Technique!"

The body of King Qin in his hand transformed into a giant blood sword, but as it approached Dao Zhen, the King Qin Sword slipped out of his hand and flew out like a blood-colored meteor, smashing into the sky. 𝘳

In a flash, dozens of flying swords swiftly spun and formed a shield in front of Dao Zhen, while the Heart Demon Mirror emitted a faint blue light that enveloped his entire body.

Thud!

The swords in front of Dao Zhen quickly started to break apart, and the Heart Demon Mirror shattered like a spider web, with clear cracking sounds echoing in the air.

Dao Zhen’s body was hit hard by King Qin’s head in mid-air, and he fell heavily onto the trees below.

"Is this… what you call reasoning?" Dao Zhen’s eyes widened slightly, looking miserable with blood coming out of his nose and mouth.

"Relying only on fists is too shallow."

In front of him, there was still an ancient mirror with spider-web cracks floating in front of him, emitting a flickering and uncertain light.

Dao Zhen’s most treasured magic weapon was the Heart Demon Mirror, a treasure bestowed by Elder Qingyi, with the ability to protect him.

"So what if it’s shallow? Can you still debate with me now?" Qiao Mu breathed out, swiftly moving like a big eagle soaring, landing his feet on a tree trunk, chasing after Dao Zhen like a sharp arrow.

He was not a native of Great Yan, and he believed that he didn’t have the same patriotism and sense of duty as the old soldiers of the past.

Therefore, his martial arts heart was not about righteousness, but about the spirit of resistance.

Life is like a big wave, with some going with the flow while others struggle against it.

Throughout his life, Qiao Mu always stood on top of many of his own struggles.

Despite the ups and downs of life, he only sought inner peace and hoped to stay true to himself without being swayed by external influences.

"Ripple Stacking Wave Strength!"

He swung his fists like the wind, their power resembling crashing waves, one after another getting stronger.

With the build-up of his power, the Fourfold Wave internal strength surged like a rising tide.

"Why follow the waves? Why go with the flow?" Qiao Mu’s intense gaze and relentless punches pounded the ancient mirror, like waves crashing onto rocks.

"I am the force of nature!"

The roaring crimson energy completely submerged the ancient mirror, the sound of shattering glass faintly heard.

Without the protection of the Heart Demon Mirror, Qiao Mu’s fists rained down on Dao Zhen’s body like a storm, causing him to shake uncontrollably and be flung backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"Do you understand now? This is my decision," Qiao Mu exhaled and stood still, hands unclenched.

The blood-red energy that had been swirling around dissipated, leaving him calm and indifferent:

"Members of the Qiao family are not shining heroes. We are not that noble, and there’s no need to praise me."

"But to be a righteous knight with a clear conscience is already more than enough."

Gasping for air in a pool of blood, Dao Zhen struggled to lift his head one last time, gazing at Qiao Mu’s figure.

In his final moments, memories flooded back to when he was a child in the solitary city in the desert, witnessing brave soldiers from Great Yan meeting their heroic deaths, including his own older brother.

At that moment, he could not distinguish between the figure of the Qiao family member and the memory of a Taoist soldier, blending together in his mind.

"A member of the Qiao family like this… in the eyes of the world, is already a hero," Dao Zhen’s eyes glazed over as he took his final breath.

Qiao Mu quietly watched as Dao Zhen choked, slowly picking up the fallen body of King Qin from the air.

Seeing the two bodies, he finally felt a bit relieved.

"From King Qin to the Great Dao Sect cultivators behind the scenes… Dao XuDao Zhen, it’s also coming to an end, time for a summer break."

He looked up at the sky, absentmindedly rubbing the head of the capricious cat on his shoulder.

After enduring a hundred and sixty years of hard training in his dreams, Qiao Mu actually didn’t have anything particular to do now. He just wanted to take a break and recover…

………..

Meanwhile, at the edge of a small grove.

Wu Qiankun stood in the shadows, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion:

"This Qiao family… first a skilled superb martial artist suddenly appears, and now a second one?"

"What kind of martial arts family is this?"