si-mexico Chapter 190 Another confrontation
Chapter 190 Another confrontation
The moment their eyes met, An Lushan's pupils contracted sharply, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable shock and suspicion.
"Who are you?" An Lushan stared intently at Kongming.
"I am Zhuge Liang, temporarily serving as a strategist and advisor to the Crown Prince, and also as a tutor to the cultivators!" Kongming replied calmly.
An Lushan was startled when he heard the name "Zhuge".
Although this person looked and had a completely different temperament from Zhuge Liang, for a brief moment just now he actually felt that the two overlapped.
The same deep eyes and a sense of wisdom.
"Zhuge Liang?"
An Lushan murmured the name repeatedly, his eyes filled with even greater suspicion.
"May I ask who Master Zhuge is from?"
"I am a rogue cultivator from the Great Yuan Dynasty. I am honored by the Crown Prince's high regard, so I have come to the Eastern Palace to obtain some cultivation resources," Kongming said with a cold smile.
"Oh? I see! The surname 'Immortal Master' reminds me of an old friend," An Lushan said with a half-smile.
His eyes revealed a hint of inquiry. Everyone knew that Zhuge Liang had been killed by the Sima family, and there was no faking it.
But the feeling of déjà vu he had just experienced left him puzzled.
Could it be that the person in front of me is also a fellow strategist, which is why I have this misconception?
So, was he also the one who orchestrated the scheme in the Yuan Dynasty?
“Prince An, why waste time arguing with him! Since he is also a fellow cultivator serving in the Eastern Palace of the Great Yuan Dynasty, let me deal with him using the methods of the cultivation world!”
Before An Lushan could nod, another Ming Dynasty cultivator's spiritual energy surged, and a dagger gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand. Runes flowed on the dagger, clearly indicating that it was an extraordinary magic weapon.
He flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, so fast that no one could react in time.
Kongming remained calm, even though he had already broken through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.
Even in the past, with his mid-stage Golden Core strength, he could still easily defeat many late-stage Golden Core experts.
However, many of his methods are not convenient to expose.
For example, he has demonstrated techniques such as the Seven Star Pill Domain, Shrinking the Earth to an Inch, and defensive spells to a great number of people.
Moreover, he was quite well-known in the cultivation world, so it was inevitable that word would spread.
Faced with this swift attack, Kongming remained calm and composed. He quietly made a hand seal in his sleeve with his left hand, and in an instant, a circle of spiritual energy ripples, barely perceptible to the naked eye, spread out from him.
As the cultivator rushed forward like a black lightning bolt, his gleaming dagger about to touch Kongming's clothes, he suddenly seemed to sink into a thick swamp, his speed decreasing drastically and his movements becoming sluggish.
"What...what's going on?"
The cultivator was astonished and tried to back away, but found himself tightly bound by an invisible force, making it extremely difficult to circulate any spiritual energy.
Kongming smiled faintly, "To be so reckless in front of me is truly unwise."
He then unleashed a palm strike.
A seemingly ordinary yet incredibly powerful palm strike swept towards the cultivator.
The cultivator was sent flying, dagger and all, crashing heavily dozens of feet away, his fate unknown.
"what?"
"That was a peak Golden Core expert from the Ming Dynasty's royal family, how could he have been defeated so quickly?"
A gasp rippled through the crowd around the training ground, their gazes fixed on Kongming in awe.
"Master Zhuge is invincible! Kill these Ming Dynasty cultivators!"
Temujincheng stared at the training ground, finally feeling triumphant, and shouted loudly.
"Hmph, it's nothing but a trick, catching people off guard. Watch me take care of him!"
A burly Ming Dynasty monk flew out from the crowd.
He held a jet-black spiked club in his hand, its shaft covered with strange runes. As he channeled his spiritual power into it, the runes flickered, faintly emitting a low roar.
The cultivator stomped his feet hard on the ground, causing it to crack instantly, and charged towards Kongming like a cannonball.
Kongming's lips curled into a smile, and the 'Old Six Pearls' in his dantian stirred slightly once again.
The surrounding space began to distort and deform, the air became viscous, and the immense gravitational pressure caused the stones on the ground to crack instantly.
Unsurprisingly, when the burly man was about ten feet away from Kongming, his speed slowed down drastically, as if he were stuck in an invisible quagmire, making every step forward extremely difficult.
His eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. Although he was still swinging his spiked club with all his might, he could no longer pose a real threat to Kongming.
"This...what kind of magic is this!"
The burly man roared, veins bulging on his forehead, and beads of sweat rolling down his face. He desperately tried to circulate his spiritual energy to break free from this strange constraint, but his spiritual energy seemed to be suppressed by a powerful force, and he couldn't escape this vicious cycle at all.
How the hell are we supposed to fight like this? We're just sitting ducks!
Kongming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. Looking at the big man's struggling appearance, he said slowly, "In the face of absolute strength, all struggles are in vain."
Having said that, he gently raised his hand, and a palm print slowly emerged.
It wasn't fast, but in the eyes of the big man, it was like a towering mountain pressing down on him.
Wherever the palm print passed, the air was instantly sucked out, forming a vacuum zone.
The burly man tried to dodge, but found himself completely unable to move an inch, and could only watch helplessly as the palm print drew closer and closer.
"boom!"
The palm print struck the burly man heavily, producing a deafening roar.
The burly man was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood. The spiked club in his hand was shattered into countless black fragments that scattered in all directions.
The burly man's body traced a long arc in the air before crashing heavily to the edge of the training ground, creating a deep crater. His breath was weak, clearly indicating that he had taken in less air than he was exhaling.
The area around the training ground was deathly silent. Everyone was stunned by what they saw. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape, as if they could not believe what they were seeing.
These powerful Golden Core cultivators of the Ming Dynasty were nothing but chickens and dogs in front of Kongming.
After a long while, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted.
"Mr. Zhuge is truly awe-inspiring!"
"With Master Zhuge in the Eastern Palace, what is there to fear from the cultivators of the Ming Dynasty!"
The monks of the Eastern Palace cheered excitedly, their faces beaming with pride and excitement.
Temujin was speechless, this time his understanding of Kongming was refreshed once again.
This is a highly skilled expert he personally invited; he's struck gold!
Thinking of this, Temujin Cheng's face turned bright red with excitement.
At this moment, An Lushan's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, not because his side had suffered two consecutive defeats.
Rather, this person, despite being a strategist and advisor, also possesses such formidable strength.
An intense jealousy began to grow in An Lushan's heart.
How unfair is Heaven! Such a brilliant strategist was frail and sickly, and was born unable to cultivate.
Just as Zhuge Liang was like this, so too is the person before us.
An Lushan stared intently at Kongming, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness...