Chapter 94: Chapter 84: Eve of Myth
These Bone Weight Realm Great Perfection, let alone the Grandmaster?
The strongest creature on the surface is not just an empty title.
But the era has changed, no matter how strong the flesh and vitality, they can’t withstand a barrage of gunfire.
Unless a mysterious Fourth Realm emerges.
Fu Qingjun didn’t actually feel much before, but now he vaguely understands this realm, the heavy burden on Jiang Yang, Professor Naxika, and others. No wonder they are so tense.
The Jianghu is gone.
"No matter how powerful the martial artists and sects of the Jianghu, the swordsmen and Sword Immortals, they cannot resist the machinery."
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, just pretending to be calm, watching this scene.
Very soon, Baiyu applied the potion, smeared it on the wound, almost finished the treatment, but with some regret, "Everything else is fine, but for a long time now, a man’s dignity will be lost, going to the toilet will be difficult."
A few martial artists gathered around, their faces strong with seriousness, but the corners of their mouths curled up slightly in schadenfreude.
You deserve it!
They have a lot of grievances against the Ten Blades Association.
Fu Qingjun looked at the injury, it was shocking, yet he did not show any schadenfreude and pondered, "It’s a pity, it was someone from the enemy’s Ten Blades Association. If it were our Miao Chun Hall’s people, I could have fitted a Feathered Serpent God for use."
"So mysterious."
A nearby loudspeaker looked over with a face full of sympathy, "The bladder is burst, life will be tough in the future, unless you become a Grandmaster, it’s impossible to repair such an organ to this degree."
Indeed.
A Feathered Serpent God to replace the bladder should be feasible.
This sudden incident was very urgent.
But the departure was swift too.
Just before carrying away the stretcher, that Ten Blades Association Second-in-Command, covered in bandages, tightly grabbed Baiyu’s hand, face full of despair, "Seven years ago, our Second World War soldiers still had a fight in us, now after this new encounter, their improved mechanical technology made me realize... we are completely finished!"
"Get out! You’re so talkative, you weren’t like this when we fought together back then."
Baiyu was silent, waved his hand, "Carry him away, what nonsense, it’s all because of people like you, not adhering to Jianghu justice, and now Jianghu is no more."
After cleaning up the blood stains in the dining hall, everyone resumed dinner, happily together, as if living on the edge, licking blood off the knife was a normalcy.
"Hehe, serves him right."
"It’ll be hard for him to urinate now."
"I can’t help but laugh whenever I think about him going to the toilet in the future."
They were all talking about the Ten Blades Association that just left, giggling.
"Ah, opening a factory is not easy, Ten Blades Association, going around the train station as a traveling merchant, always getting followed."
"Isn’t it?"
"Truly tragic, even such a master, hit by three bullets, ends up like this."
"There’s no way, the times are different now, I heard their bullets these days are specially made for martial artists, shattering and scattering upon impact, all bullet fragments."
"Lately, the Austria Federation has been making more moves, who knows what they’re researching?"
"Who knows, anyway, we’re still working on cars and planes."
"Sigh, as individuals, we ultimately can’t make it, the era of martial artists and Jianghu is over."
"Who said so? Martial Dao knows no bounds! Look at the ancient history and myths, it’s just that we are declining," a big man retorted loudly, his face flushing red.
"Hmph! Myths? You can’t be as naive as Qin Hong, she’s just a girl, going to speak with professors about this, believing in ancient mythical powerhouses, and what about you? A grown man."
"No, Martial Dao will not..." This strong, tall man suddenly sobbed, appearing incredibly serious.
...
The people around also fell silent.
The cafeteria was full of such heavy conversations.
The hardships of practicing Martial Dao, the suffering is immense, just a Muscle Weight Realm, standing in a stance every day, drenched in sweat for countless years, has defeated so many people?
The youthful self, who didn’t have a Jianghu dream?
Full of spirit, with one green sword and a fast horse, plucking leaves as flowers, traversing ten thousand mountains and rivers.
But as the times suddenly entered modernity, mechanical reform, the steam revolution, an empire from across the ocean brought a smoke-filled war... in reality, no one wanted the war to break out, after all, there has been peace for seven years.
Martial artists are no longer invincible...
We too will die.
At best, we are just stronger, more agile super soldiers, everyone is scared.
They never feared dying by a martial artist’s hand, picking up a long sword, dying by the sword, was the fate of the Jianghu... but they feared dying by ordinary hands.
Those who never practiced, just trained in using guns for a few days, could easily kill the dreams we’ve honed day and night...
This land, with a five thousand-year history of dreams.
"This world is really unfair." Qin Hong scooped her third bowl of rice, smiling, "My family fell from grace, if I hadn’t accidentally awakened the memories of my ancestors, I would have been miserable too."
Fu Qingjun also said nothing.
The help I can give is limited, currently, it’s only you.
He just felt that this Second World War, though different in structure, was really somewhat cruel, no matter where, war would bring unhappiness to the people of the era.
In the evening.
Fu Qingjun opened the late-night canteen, letting five little girls, led by Li Mo, have some snail rice noodles.
This time, he made Yudula crazily spawn a multitude of snail people, ensuring the soup was full of meat, controlling the cloak-wearing snail people to serve everyone the noodles.
Although everyone had suspicions about this wizard, no one dared to ask too many questions.
"So tasty, follow the training methods given to you, hone your spirit." Fu Qingjun said, "The sooner you sense your spirit, the greater the potential it indicates."
The little girls nodded.