bookrebus Chapter 48 You're Going to Lose
Chapter 48 You're Going to Lose
Yue Xingtian gradually felt his strength failing. Although his muscles were still full of power, he was panting heavily, his face was flushed, and the side effects of the pill were about to kick in.
The match is almost over.
The "referee" made a small hole in the uneven stone wall and inserted a luminous stone.
I walked toward the burly man who was still waving his fists. After taking a few steps closer, I heard some soft muttering.
"Hehe, victory is mine, it's mine!" "Huff, break through all of them!"
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"Be careful, watch out for the effects of the pills," the old man warned. If Yue Xingtian went berserk, he might not be able to stop him.
"Oh, yes, that's right. Sorry, how much time do we have? Where is Master Cuihong?"
The old man stood still, his ears twitched, then he took a few steps back, silently probing again, and finally shook his head.
"I didn't hear him make a sound, so he must be far behind. There's still more than an incense stick's time left. It'll be difficult for him to catch up with you."
Yue Xingtian did not slow down, but he felt something was wrong and said to Senior Wang, "Why don't you go and take a look? Could it be that I killed him by hitting him with those stones just now?"
"Wait a minute, let me take a look."
Senior Wang's body swayed, and the shadow beneath his feet suddenly stood up, with a paper doll rapidly drifting backward.
Why use paper figures?
The main concern was that Zhong Ming might throw away the pickled fish intestines again; the smell was truly unbearable. The paper figure had no sense of smell, so let it go.
A faint, invisible thread guided the clone back to its previous position.
The stone wall was riddled with holes made by elbow strikes, each one filled with stones, and remnants of fish intestines remained.
Don't ask, I stepped on it.
The paper figure pushed aside a piece of gravel and immediately dodged backward.
The fine thread vibrated, and the sound was transmitted to the paper figure.
"Master Cuihong, can you continue the match?"
"Master Cuihong? I'm going to explore your mine. Don't attack."
Just as Senior Wang was about to fold up his paper figure and pass it through the hole, the sound of a bell rang out.
"Sorry, I took a short break. The competition continues. Let Yue Xingtian continue. The outcome is still undecided."
After the paper doll relayed the information back, the real body spoke briefly with Yue Xingtian before falling silent.
In reality, Senior Wang's fingers kept fiddling with the thin thread connecting the paper doll, and the paper doll's words became mechanical and indifferent.
"You've fallen too far behind, there's no chance of catching up. I advise you not to resort to any harmful methods, it's pointless."
"Thank you for the reminder, senior. However, time has not stopped, and the outcome is still uncertain."
The paper dolls quietly retreated, and that's when the real competition began.
Zhong Ming's eyes sharpened, and the crimson gold hoe in his hand was already covered with a faint blue pattern. With a thought, his aura surged several times over.
This time, the hoe slid across the rock face, and the hard rock was dug open like tofu, creating a narrow passage nearly two meters high from top to bottom in one go.
By simply using both hands, one stroke to the left and one stroke to the right, a slightly narrower passage can be created.
It's a little narrow when you walk straight ahead, but you can easily walk sideways.
He cleaved through the "waves" like a boat rowing, wielding his long-handled hoe with incredible agility.
From the side, he looked like a legendary monk with a staff, his long staff spinning like a windmill. He stood sideways in the mine tunnel, his pickaxe spinning in front of him, and when it was almost vertical, he immediately moved it behind him, throwing the cut stone behind him.
Following the same method, the hoe was swung around the back of the person, then the stone was thrown out and moved to the front.
This series of coordinated actions greatly accelerated the mining process.
At first, Zhong Ming simply walked, moving horizontally like a crab. As time went on, he became more and more skilled, and walking could no longer meet his digging speed. He boldly began to alternate his legs back and forth.
With the left leg forward, take a big step to the side, then extend the right leg to stand firmly. Then, quickly slide the left leg behind you and take another big step, then extend the right leg to stand firmly. Repeat this process, increasing the speed to a pace faster than jogging.
Zhong Ming laughed. Is this the feeling of being full of power?
He felt like he had inexhaustible energy. Come on, let's see who's the hero and who's the coward.
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At this moment, Yue Xingtian frowned deeply, his breathing became heavier and heavier. The side effects of the pill came faster than he had imagined. After being imprisoned to the second level of Qi Refining, his spiritual power could not withstand such heavy fist intent and was consumed too quickly, resulting in almost no spiritual power flowing in his body to suppress the backlash of the pill.
Now, he has to disperse most of his spiritual power into his meridians to suppress the faintly boiling backlash, relying purely on his physical strength to mine.
The speed has slowed down significantly.
"Senior Wang, is that kid really not dead?"
"No, he told you to focus on the game. Nobody knows who will win until the very end... Also, he's in the same spot where you last attacked him."
Upon hearing this, Yue Xingtian's imposing manner relaxed, and he snorted coldly: "Just being stubborn."
Even if he stops and waits for him, what can he do? If he doesn't move for half an hour, can he catch up?
After some time, Senior Wang took out a stick of incense from his storage bag. It looked like it had been used sometime before and hadn't burned out, so only half of it remained.
He lit it at the perfect time.
A gentle breath released a fragrant aroma that soothed the mind.
"Senior Wang, why is there a need to light the Concentration Incense?"
"Let me clear my head. I don't know if Master Cuihong is stubborn or not, but your fists are pretty hard. I can smell the blood."
Having not channeled spiritual energy into his fists for a long time, the sheer impact of flesh and blood had already injured Yue Xingtian's hands, tearing his skin and exposing his hard muscles as he faced the layers of stone walls.
"Haha, senior, I'm challenging myself. I've already taken the pills, and I'm going to break my previous mining record."
"I might make the list, but there won't be any reward."
Senior Wang is very old. When he arrived here, the list was already set. The mining speed that was willing to be recorded in the early stages of Qi Refining has remained unchanged.
Having been stationed here for so many years, only a few people changed positions in the later years.
As he was marveling at the scene, the old man's ears twitched, and he suddenly realized something. He immediately reached out and pressed his hand against the wall.
He was standing behind, and he noticed.
Zhong Ming caught up at a frenzied pace, and if he could maintain this speed, he might even have a chance to challenge those positions on the leaderboard that had never changed.
"Impossible, what did he do?"
The old man exclaimed in surprise. Even he couldn't have come up with a way to break the deadlock. Master Cuihong had actually done it. Was the Cat Mountain Taoist Temple really that terrifying?
"No, no, no, that's not right, hahaha, I get it, good lad." Senior Wang suddenly burst into laughter, teasing Yue Xingtian, "Keep it up, you're going to lose."