Chapter 008: Ancient Instructor

His body was frantically alerting him, danger, extreme danger

Have you heard of the Heavenly Court

Zhao Li's thoughts momentarily paused, revealing a blind spot

Ji Xin's breath suddenly came to a halt

Facing the fierce and brutal warrior head-on, Ji Xin was far from the composure he had displayed when he beheaded Nangong Gang earlier. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixed intently on his opponent in front of him. His body was slightly hunched, with the muscles in his back and arms prominently displayed, resembling a cheetah poised to spring into action

Please, esteemed immortal, summon forth a true opponent. Even if I am no match, I will certainly fight with all my might

Perhaps it is because I am utterly powerless in the face of Nangong Gang

Beside the shadow, Zhao Liyi's hem swayed slightly as she spoke in a calm manner

The warrior who could have killed Zhao Li with a single punch has already been decapitated, dead beyond any possibility of revival

However, that immense sense of oppression still bore down on him with the momentum of the surging sea, causing Ji Xin's pupils to suddenly constrict, his body to tense up, and small bumps to appear on the back of his neck due to fear

weak and small

Zhao Li looked at the warrior who had been pierced through the chest by the great sword

He held the ancient bronze knife upside down, his face filled with sincerity and gratitude

Compared to Hongfang's father's fierce swordsmanship, it is even more shocking

This is your next opponent, you may refer to him as ... ...

The atmosphere of bloodshed and slaughter rose with a tenfold or hundredfold vigor, as the 'Giant Spirit God' suddenly roared in anger. Grasping a massive weapon beside him, he stood up, his light golden lion armor trembling. Such swift movements stirred up a torrent of wind, and his towering figure cast a shadow, almost overwhelming in its immense pressure.

Is it because Xian Zhang believes that Xin Wu's skills are inadequate that he first assigned Xin such a weak opponent

His chest was pierced directly by a spiral greatsword, and it seems that an exceedingly long and distant time has passed; even now, dark red blood continues to flow from the blade.

Indeed, it is possible to alter the rules of dream shaping to a certain extent

Zhao Li subconsciously came up with various reasons in his mind

Such stunning blade light

Moreover, it is even less likely that there are humans stronger than the warriors of this savage land in the world I originally inhabited. Furthermore, it is unclear which method of selection was used, as the images on the scroll that represent my memories have already disintegrated by more than half, leaving only a few remnants of games

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed an overwhelming aura pressing down on him. His expression changed, and he swiftly raised his knife, shifting from holding it with one hand to wielding it with both hands, with the blade facing forward, the body of the knife humming incessantly.

"Immortal Master, this is..."

In the game, there was already a sense of oppression; now appearing in the dream, the feeling of oppression has become even stronger. This high-ranking warrior, in his memory, originally wore armor that was grayish-black, but at this moment in the dream, it is a heavy armor shimmering with a faint golden hue

It is good to have a response; the lack of formation may be due to other constraints

He restrained his wildly beating heart, looked at Zhao Li, and his voice even trembled slightly

Not bad

He

Ji Xin murmured: "Giant Spirit, God?!"

As thoughts raced through his mind, he realized that he needed to present a sufficiently grand identity to captivate the young man before him, allowing the secret techniques within the painting to emerge more swiftly. After all, this was merely a dream. Recalling the Qilin from Ji Xin's memories, Zhao Li slowly spoke:

Looking at the sincere Ji Xin, he fell into silence

Even Lian Nanguanggang is not a match, and Hongfang's father is likely just a one-size-fits-all approach

Then can it ... ...

Zhao Li looked at the emerging high-ranking warriors and couldn't help but sigh in his heart

Just one cut

This is a warrior who fought to the death, refusing to fall down.

This is a dream, and the currently known clues can shape the people or objects in one's cognition

Moreover, it is armor with an Eastern charm, such as the lion armor with shoulder and linked armor.

A true opponent

He looked at the respectful and silent youth before him, and tentatively tapped his finger on the scroll, landing on a certain BOSS from his memories. The pure white clouds surged like waves, yet did not coalesce into form

Who is it

Ji Xin glanced at the warrior half-kneeling on the ground, took a deep breath, slowly extended his hand, grasped the pure white great sword, gathered his strength, and suddenly pulled it back. To his surprise, the sword was effortlessly drawn out.

Zhao Li slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes sparkling with vitality

Zhao Li felt a subtle stir in his heart

What appeared before him was an exceptionally tall figure, almost comparable to a giant warrior of the Yi tribe

He has long ceased to exist, and has perhaps been dead in battle for a considerable time.

Game

Such a weak and insignificant opponent

Why do you not draw this sword

Zhao Li's finger pierced into the spiral great sword of the Giant Spirit God’s heart

Ji Xin's pupils contracted

Thank you for your understanding, esteemed one

The corner of the mouth of the 'Immortal Master', who was struck away by a weak opponent, twitched slightly

Zhao Li curled the corners of his lips—"I haven't heard of it before, well then, that's for the best." He then reined in the expression on his face, caressed the armor beside him, and spoke in a calm and distant tone:

Such a profound and inscrutable method

For instance, Nangonggang is merely a phantom in one's memory; here, Nangonggang lacks combat experience and can only throw punches mechanically. However, no amount of reasoning can erase one fact—this slightly introverted and gentle young man before me possesses the formidable strength to confront and directly eliminate Nangonggang.

Zhao Li lowered his head to look at the scene on the scroll. Just as Ji Xin was about to strike, the text on the scroll solidified into three full lines, and the sounds around him became much clearer. He could discern an elderly and kind voice, with archaic syllables, as if it were meant to penetrate deep into his mind.

The clouds gradually dispersed

Ji Xin did not expect that the opponent before him, dressed in the attire of the West Di, would be so easily defeated. He instinctively blinked, glanced at the dissipating clouds, and then looked at the knife in his hand

This is the first feedback on this painting. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Li once again projected his thoughts. After a moment of silence, this pure white space underwent a dramatic transformation, with clouds swirling and gathering in front of Ji Xin.

Heavenly Court? This, Xin has never heard of

However, the real problem has now arisen. In his memory, there is no one who can fight better than Nangong Gang, and compared to Ji Xin, Nangong Gang is merely of the same caliber.

Wearing heavy armor, he knelt partially on the ground, with one side of his body impaled by an enormous long-handled weapon, single-edged, with a blade resembling a giant axe, yet having a part at the front that could stab like a spear, exuding an unmistakable scent of blood.

He is indeed the Giant Spirit God who died in battle in the Heavenly Court

Despite having witnessed such means before, Ji Xin was still filled with shock upon seeing it again

He pointed his fingers at the images in his memory one by one, as the clouds continuously surged. Ji Xin sensed something unusual and bowed his head in even greater respect, waiting. After a dozen breaths, finally, an image responded to Zhao Li, but unlike before, this time the scroll conveyed a simple and rigid thought in response

Then the giant spirit, half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly exhaled

The stunning brilliance of the blade gradually faded away

The general idea is that this character can appear in dreams, but since Zhao Li has not directly encountered this character, many of its abilities exceed the knowledge framework in Zhao Li's dream memories, making it impossible to fully realize.

For a moment, he even felt a sense of unreality, and then he recalled what he had previously said about his inadequate martial arts skills. A slight sense of clarity and realization washed over him as he looked towards the figure sitting calmly on the bluestone, and respectfully said:

Old Instructor

I have made the necessary preparations and am willing to showcase my knowledge here for the esteemed immortal.

His conjecture is evidently correct

A single cut

Zhao Li's thoughts surged and churned within his mind

Zhao Li confirmed his conjecture and looked towards Ji Xin