At this moment, Qing Chen also realized that these seemingly ferocious orcs... weren't so bad after all!
Qing Chen grew increasingly audacious, remaining vigilant against the Western Continent's potential contingencies while ruthlessly reaping the benefits of the orcish army.
He didn't have any large-scale killing methods; he just killed his enemies with punches and kicks.
The parents also wanted to keep up with him, but the problem was that he was too fast, and no one could keep up at all.
Gradually, Qing Chen was surrounded by a densely packed orc army. The orc army stretched endlessly around him, and at this time, there was also an old monster wearing a black robe mixed in with the beasts, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
As Qing Chen kicked over a group of beast soldiers, the old monster, the Fate Master, suddenly appeared from the side and slashed his left arm with a silver dagger. If he hadn't dodged in time, the slash would have been aimed at his throat.
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment; this was the first time he had been injured since he 'awakened'.
The bleeding wound constantly reminded him that he was just a mortal, and that he could still get hurt.
However, the next moment, Qing Chen completely ignored his wounds and turned to chase after the old monster, the Fate Master.
The old monster was startled and quickly retreated into the orc army. Layer upon layer of orcs blocked the two of them, but Qing Chen didn't care at all.
He fought his way out for over 500 meters, killing countless beast soldiers in the process.
All the beastmen who stood between him and the old monster were dead!
The orc army paid the price of 800 orc soldiers to cover the retreat of the old monster, the Fate Master!
The scene was astonishing; Qing Chen left behind a straight, long trail of blood, littered with the corpses of beasts.
Perhaps even that old monster, the Fate Master, never imagined that the price of his sneak attack would be so high!
What surprised him even more was that his most effective strategy for defeating enemies seemed to have completely failed against Qing Chen. He couldn't predict the direction of Qing Chen's next move, nor could he foresee his fate.
At that moment, the old monster, the Fate Master, suddenly understood why, from their God's perspective, the fate of this decisive battle had become a blurry snowflake.
It's simply because there's someone here who has already broken free from the constraints of fate!
At this moment, Qing Chen, in his pursuit of the old monster, the Fate Master, is deeply surrounded by the orc army.
Beast soldiers kept flying backward from his bombardment, but there were just too many of them.
This orc army is not the 120,000 that the Qing family had predicted, but has increased to 160,000!
For a moment, Qing Chen was also somewhat bewildered. He suppressed the urge to vomit while pondering when this battle would finally end.
It was only then that he realized he could get tired too.
Just as he was feeling lost, another old monster, a fortune teller, suddenly appeared and attacked. Qing Chen was jolted awake. Now was not the time for him to be confused. Even if he got lost in this battlefield, he would still die!
In the blink of an eye, just as the old monster thrust the dagger at him, Qing Chen caught the blade of the dagger with both hands, and with a quick rub, the dagger shattered!
The old monster was shocked. This was a forbidden item. How could it be crushed with just one rub?
It's a trap!
The old monster realized that Qing Chen's earlier exhaustion was an act to lure them into a trap!
At this moment, Qing Chen is still evolving. He is gradually adapting to combat, starting to think about how to fight, and growing rapidly.
Before the old monster could react, Qing Chen subconsciously exhaled a breath of cloud energy, using the few remaining knight cloud energy within his body to blow the dagger fragments toward the other side!
One dagger after another pierced through the bodies of the beast soldiers and the old monster. The old monster's abdomen and thigh were instantly pierced by the shards, and a number of the beast soldiers around him also died!
Just as Qing Chen was about to take advantage of his illness to kill him, another old monster appeared. The moment Qing Chen returned to defend, a fortune teller among the beast soldiers dragged the injured old monster away.
In just two breaths, those old monsters retreated back into the orc legion.
Qing Chen is like the ultimate boss standing on the battlefield, while the Western Continent is there to push the boss away. They can only slowly deplete Qing Chen's million-health bar, and they also have to guard against Qing Chen unleashing his ultimate move.
The once-surging orc army was driven back three kilometers.
The orcish soldiers' corpses scattered all over the ground made the orcish army seem somewhat tragic, like fearless dragon-slaying warriors.
Chapter 996, The Final Journey (Part 8)
Outside City 5, the young man, whom Zongcheng had turned into a puppet, stood at the immigration gate. The old man behind him, along with thousands of laborers and scrolls, had all disappeared.
The young man walked into the city with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. When he passed through the gate, a soldier stopped him and said, "Show me your electronic beacon."
The young man smiled and said, "Please inform Ginkgo Mountain that Zong Cheng has come to visit."
Soon, a shadow gate opened straightforwardly in front of Zong Cheng. Qing Ji looked at him expressionlessly: "Let's go, the old man is waiting for you at Ginkgo Mountain."
Zong Cheng stepped into the Shadow Gate and exclaimed, "This is one of the forbidden items I most desire, yet it has always been firmly controlled by the Qing Clan. If I had this, it would surely increase my happiness."
Qing Ji said with a forced smile, "You can be reborn as my grandson in your next life, and maybe I'll pass it on to you."
Zong Cheng stood in front of the small wooden house halfway up the mountain, not angry at all: "Perhaps we don't have to wait that long... The old man is really bold. He's just an ordinary person, yet he's willing to have a chat with me face to face."
The old man sat calmly in the room, flipping through chess scores: "You're not that scary, so I don't need to be afraid. Come in and sit down. No matter what the outcome is today, one of us will disappear from this world forever. There won't be many chances to have tea together again in the future."
Zong Cheng smiled and sat down opposite the old man: "Great minds think alike. I also believe that today is the final day. However, I don't think I will lose."
Qing Ji took out a chessboard and placed it in front of the two men, then withdrew.
The old man placed the black piece and asked, "Next game?"
“Then let’s play the next game,” Zong Cheng said with a smile, taking a white piece and placing it on the board. “Aren’t you worried that the Qing family will lose? Or are you worried that Qing Chen will die?”
The old man asked, "How do you plan to lose?"
Zong Cheng said, "I know Qing Chen took the path to godhood, but Ren Xiaosu also took more than two hundred years to regain his memories. How can you expect Qing Chen to find his memories in this war?"
The old man said calmly, "What if he finds it? That's rigid empiricism, which is unacceptable. Besides, who knows, even without regaining his memories, he might still be able to utterly defeat the Western Continent?"
Zong Cheng continued, “You underestimate the fortune tellers. I have dealt with them before. After I changed my name to Liu Yue, I went to that land. I thought they would be easier to bully, but I didn’t expect that they would find all the puppets on the Western Road and kill them one by one.”
The old man was a little surprised.
Qing Chen once said that there were puppeteers in the Western Continent, but he never expected that all the puppeteers in the world were just this one person!
Both the Union and the Roosevelt Kingdom have existed for thousands of years. Over these thousands of years, countless lives have come into this world and left silently.
The puppeteer, meanwhile, remained hidden in a corner, watching the world change and evolve.
The old man sighed, "Are you a street thug? You're everywhere."
"...This is the first time someone has addressed me like that," Zong Cheng said with a smile. "Since I possess infinite life, I should naturally experience more lives. The people on the Western Continent thought this was my first time there, but little did they know that I had been there many times hundreds of years ago. I have dealt with the Fate Master family before. If you think that their only trump card in the final battle is a bunch of stupid beast soldiers, then you will definitely suffer a great loss."
"oh?"
Zong Cheng said seriously, "I even think that Qing Chen will die on the battlefield without me having to take action."
The old man asked calmly, "What other tricks do they have up their sleeve?"
Zong Cheng laughed and said, "That's the Fate Master's trump card. How could I know? But I do know that from the very beginning of this decisive battle, everything was within their calculations. The Fate Master has always been like this. You don't even know when they've taken away the most crucial thing, and the scales of victory will tip accordingly."
The old man placed a black piece: "I'm afraid it won't work this time. The fate I can't see, they can't see either."
Zong Cheng quickly placed a white piece: "The Fate Master's scheming ability is not just about having a god's-eye view, just as your ability is not just about possessing the chessboard of heaven and earth. Being able to see fate is certainly an advantage, but using the god's-eye view and the chessboard of heaven and earth well may require far more cunning than ordinary people. I watched you play this game as an observer and was amazed that you made almost all the right choices. Only in this way can the terminally ill Eastern Continent fight the Western Continent to a standstill and be evenly matched."
The old man smiled and said, "You flatter me."
Zong Cheng said seriously, "But this time, the Fate Master is more terrifying than you imagine. You know how to turn the tide and survive, and the other party knows it too."
The old man laughed and said, "If they are so terrifying... if the Qing family is defeated, how will you benefit from it? I'm afraid you can't beat them either."
Zong Cheng thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to."
The old man said, "Oh: With your 12 A-level illustrators and their lifetime works?"
Zong Cheng retorted, "Who said that there are only A-level painters? This vast world allows me to take whatever I want. If I can only find 12 mediocre cultivators, that would be a huge failure."
The old man neither agreed nor disagreed: "Let's play chess."
Zong Cheng asked curiously, "Aren't you worried?"
The old man picked up a black piece from the chess box: "A friend once brought his son to play chess. I showed his son the moves on the board, and his son accepted an extremely cruel fate. He knew nothing about it, but I felt guilty."
Zong Cheng: "Li Xiurui, Li Yunshou."
The old man looked up at Zong Cheng and said, "At that time, I made up my mind that no matter what the cost or how many obstacles we faced, we must win."
Only in this way can we do justice to the sacrifices of those who accept their fate with equanimity.
"You underestimated the Virtuoso, and you also underestimated me."
"You underestimate our determination."
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In the mountains, members of the parent-teacher association helped each other along the way.
After a long journey and a major battle, only about 10,000 of the core A-level members of the parent-teacher association remain.
Those who disappeared are forever left on the battlefield of the A1 front.
For those who are alive, everyone's physical abilities are already close to their limits.
Even someone like Xiaoqi sometimes trips over dead branches on the ground while walking, which shows that he is so tired that his brain can no longer accurately analyze the environment.
"Give me a hand!" Xiao Qi said, panting heavily. He had scratches on his left arm. Although he had applied a special medicine made from chicken blood sprouts, this was not the surface world, and there was no Whale Island. The ointment was limited, and each person could only apply a thin layer.
Luo Wanya pulled him up and said, "Why don't you stay here and rest with the wounded, while the rest of us who are uninjured continue to provide support?"
Xiao Qi joked, "Leaving aside the wounded, you only have a little over three hundred people left, not even enough to fill a tooth gap in the Western Continent."
Luo Wanya thought for a moment and said, "That's true."
Xiao Qi straightened up and said, "Let's go, our comrades are still waiting for us... Lao Luo, we used to be a bunch of hooligans. You were a master of running away and a big shot in the underworld, and I was a regular at nightclubs. How did we end up like this?"
Xiao Wu laughed and said, "What do you mean by 'falling to this state'? It makes us sound like wayward youths. Don't you know how to use words?"
Luo Wanyi helped Da Yu continue walking forward, laughing heartily, "Isn't this all for our faith?"
What is our faith?
"Pah! What's the point of talking about faith now? A bunch of scoundrels pretending to be intellectuals, just get to work! Lao Luo, you're the one who brainwashed me into attending the parent-teacher conference back then, and now you're trying to brainwash us too!"
Luo Wanyi laughed loudly: "Let's just do it!"
The parent-teacher meeting team rushed to other battlefields, moving slowly but without stopping.
At this moment, three figures appeared in front: Chen Zhuoqu with bandages wrapped around her shoulders, Hu Jingyi with bandages wrapped around her legs, and Wang Xiaojiu with bandages wrapped around her waist. The three of them came here to join the parents' meeting group.