mc-med Chapter 463: Killing the Enemy with a Flick of the Finger
Chapter 463: Killing the Enemy with a Flick of the Finger
Whoosh!
Ding Ling leaped into the air, soaring more than ten zhang high, walking on air, with his clothes fluttering. Under the moonlit night, he seemed like a deity strolling through the void, exuding an unparalleled, noble and elegant demeanor.
Hoduo couldn’t help but turn his head, secretly thinking to himself:
"This Ding Ling is truly against the heavens. My Gale Thunderbolt Skill, he seemed to have mastered it just by hearing me describe it once."
Just now, after Ding Ling practiced the Gale Thunderbolt Skill to full level, the scene of Eight-direction Primordial Qi swarming towards him was witnessed by Hoduo, who was shocked beyond belief:
"No wonder this person has achieved such incredible fortune at such a young age. If I, as a prince, had such a heaven-defying talent, I would have already dominated Jiuzhou and ascended to the throne, without having to suffer here!"
He was intensely envious, jealous, and resentful of Ding Ling.
But he did not dare to show his jealousy and hatred openly, hiding it deep in his heart instead.
What kind of person is Ding Ling?
Although he was not skilled in intrigues, conspiracies, or petty schemes.
But his Observing People Skill and acting capabilities were at full level. When he observed people up close, he could see through them instantly. He knew Hoduo’s intentions, estimating that he even wanted to tear him to pieces.
Given the situation.
Ding Ling certainly had no reason to keep him around; the only reason he kept him was to use him as a guide.
Compared to others with integrity.
A petty character like Hoduo was easier to deal with. If it were someone like Xu Sheng from the Three Kingdoms, even if he died, Huang Rong wouldn’t be able to extract any information from him.
Whoosh!
Ding Ling stepped on the treetops, lightly using them as leverage. With a quick leap, he covered two or three miles, landing softly in the military camp like a drifting maple leaf, where everything was silent as the soldiers seemed to be resting.
Only on two of the watchtowers were a few soldiers still on guard.
Ding Ling flicked his fingers, and under the influence of the Finger-Pointing Divine Technique, several stones flew towards the watchtowers, accompanied by two soft popping sounds, easily taking care of those soldiers.
Ding Ling’s Finger-Pointing Divine Technique was at full level, and his Nine Yang Divine Skill was at Great Perfection, making the use of force exquisite and unmatched. These stones were thrown with just the right amount of force, causing the soldiers to collapse quietly, without disturbing anyone else.
Hoduo watched in shock, deeply impressed by this level of skill, thinking that even his master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, would begrudgingly fall short.
He dared not be arrogant and could only obediently serve as a guide.
He had already told Ding Ling everything before.
So Ding Ling was somewhat familiar with the layout of the camp.
At this moment, he swiftly scouted around like lightning, gaining a clear understanding.
Indeed, as Hoduo mentioned.
There was a huge trap here, right at the Central Army Tent. At first glance, the soil seemed normal, but upon closer inspection, it was abnormal. It was temporarily stabilized by a mechanism, making the ground flat and solid.
However, if the mechanism were activated.
The flat ground would instantly flip, crushing anyone beneath it into a deep pit, unable to escape!
Of course.
Along with him, the entire Central Army Tent would also fall into the pit!
Stepping into the Central Army Tent was tantamount to stepping into Kublai’s well-laid deadly trap.
Such a tactic.
If he hadn’t known beforehand, how could Ding Ling have understood it?
If he wasn’t careful, he could have been doomed. Thinking about it, Ding Ling’s murderous intent towards Kublai increased significantly.
After the Death Order.
He intentionally lured him, using the Blinding Technique to set up an Illusion Array and absolute formations! If Kublai didn’t cooperate, he would be killed mercilessly!
How could there be only him, Kublai, killing others in this world?
No room for Ding Ling to retaliate?
Ding Ling ignored the Central Army Tent, continuously using the Finger-Pointing Divine Technique. Stones were abundant on the ground, and by channeling Vigorous Qi, he could grab a handful from the air. Ding Ling flicked as he walked, whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Each stone flew like an arrow through the air, striking with the force of thunder, accompanied by muffled sounds, and soldiers fell one by one.
In just a moment.
The soldiers standing guard outside the tent and those who hadn’t yet fallen asleep inside all died.
Ding Ling’s Finger-Pointing Divine Technique, boosted by Fusion Qi, could penetrate mountains and rocks easily. How could ordinary soldiers, mere mortals, withstand it?
Hoduo watched from the side, feeling terrorized.
He now had a deeper understanding of Ding Ling’s ruthless decisiveness.
Once this person had murderous intent, he would hold nothing back.
In no time.
Ding Ling arrived outside the tent where the Golden Wheel Dharma King was.
Inside the tent, an oil lamp was still lit, casting a flickering light, boom!
The tent’s entrance suddenly opened, and out strode a tall, robust man wearing a yellow robe, with a slightly dented forehead, who shouted loudly:
"What are you up to, sneaking around in the middle of the night?"
His voice was like thunder, resounding in all directions.
Some soldiers who hadn’t been killed were startled, grabbing their weapons and rushing out from the camp, shouting.
"Ha..."
Ding Ling activated the Acupressure Chapter of the Nine Yin Scripture, casually hitting Hoduo’s acupoint, throwing him aside, with eyes fixed on the man, saying:
"Are you the Golden Wheel Dharma King?"
"Indeed."
The towering man sized up Ding Ling:
"You captured my third disciple and came to this camp alone. Besides Ding Ling, who else in the world would dare to have such courage and skill? You must be the famous Ding Ling, Hero Ding."
He spoke with certainty.
Ding Ling neither confirmed nor denied, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding soldiers gathering around.
There were quite a few soldiers, numbering five or six hundred.
Ding Ling had already killed quite a few before.
But apparently, these people who were asleep escaped death, now awakened by the Golden Wheel Dharma King’s shout, coming to kill, with bows bent and arrows ready, or holding long spears and single-edged swords, facing Ding Ling, exuding killing intent and fierce expressions.
From the look of it, these people hadn’t participated in the battle of Xiangyang and didn’t recognize Ding Ling, so there were no signs of retreat.
It was clear.
These people must have been meticulously chosen by Kublai as death warriors, solely to assist the Golden Wheel Dharma King in killing Ding Ling.
Ding Ling understood, and naturally wouldn’t show mercy. Immediately, with a hearty laugh, he shouted loudly:
"Indeed, I am Ding Ling. I came this time to meet with you, Dharma King. However, there are too many bothersome little shrimp here, obstructing the view. Let me clear them away first, and then we can have a good discussion."
Boom!
Ding Ling stomped the ground hard, causing the earth to crack. Numerous stones were shaken into the air. With a casual grab of both hands, he seized a large handful, then activated Fusion Qi, flicking his fingers continuously!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Each stone flew through the air, like silk sweeping the sky and more like lightning flashing. Before many soldiers realized, they were pierced through the chest and abdomen by the stones, screaming as they fell dead to the ground.
"Kill him!"
The soldiers roared, howling.
Some shot arrows toward Ding Ling.
Others charged recklessly towards Ding Ling’s position, holding large knives high, attempting to hack Ding Ling to death.