Chapter 625: The Decisive Battle! The Second Berserker Syndrome! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Buzz!
Wang Chong felt his body freeze, his heart turn to ash.
A second gap!
The gap opened by Duan Gequan had still not been filled when yet another hole had been opened up in the Myriad Stars Formation. Wang Chong looked around and saw that even more places were on the verge of breaking. The screams of dying Annan Protectorate army soldiers could be heard all over the mountain.
Do the heavens really wish for the death of my Great Tang…
Wang Chong's entire body was trembling, his heart dripping blood as endless waves of anguish washed over him, so intense that they almost made it impossible to breathe.
Why? Why does it have to be like this?
Why did the heavens let me reincarnate only to have me experience all this again?
Was my last life not enough? Do I have to let the Central Plains and the Great Tang experience the same fate again?
……
Wang Chong's eyes were bleeding as he inwardly let out roars of fury and unwillingness. For a moment, the scenes from his last life flashed before his eyes: the flames of war scorching the Central Plains; the broken dragon banners; the sundered Great Tang; the countless corpses strewn across the land, their faces contorted in fear, their bodies decaying into bones. And then there was that cold river of cavalry, the foreign invaders spreading death and despair…
All of this began from the collapse of the southwest. If not even the tragedy of the southwest could be averted, how could he avert the Great Tang's fate?
Wang Chong was in so much pain that he found it impossible to breathe.
The pain, reluctance, helplessness, and hatred that he had felt in the moment of his death during his last life once more floated to the top of his mind.
No, even if I die, I'll never let those scenes repeat themselves!
Wang Chong grasped the Wootz Steel sword in his right hand and the Little Yinyang Sword in his left, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging as he unleashed a heaven-shaking roar of anger.
Crack!
As if in response to Wang Chong's roar, the winds exploded over the summit and a blue streak of lightning thrust through the clouds. Horses shrieked as this sudden thunderclap momentarily stunned the entire Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army.
At the base of the mountain, even Dalun Ruozan appeared shocked.
No matter what happens, I'll never concede!
No matter what happens, I'll never concede!
No matter what happens, I'll never concede!
……
This world has never had any savior or any fate. I am the master of my own fate!
The voice in Wang Chong's mind grew louder and louder. Suddenly, a strength that he had never felt before blazed to life within his body, the flame growing more and more vigorous. Anger, boundless anger! Antipathy, intense antipathy! Then!
Clang!
The hum of a sword crescendoed as Wang Chong held his sword aloft and soared into the sky.
”Fight! Fight! Fight!
”Kill! Kill! Kill!
”Death! Death! Death!
”Even if the entire world retreats, I will never back down! Even if everyone gives up, I will never surrender!
”The southwest will not be lost, the Great Tang will not lose… I will never lose!”
……
These final words become a roar that shook the heavens!
Whoosh! The sword flew through the air, and a row of Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers was quickly felled. Roiling streams of blood energy flew out of their bodies and gathered in Wang Chong.
This blood energy was like a kind of bait, stimulating that thing hidden very deep inside Wang Chong's body.
Kaclack! The cracking of bones like frying beans came from within Wang Chong's body. Wang Chong's body impossibly began to grow larger, and within his body, a majestic and inconceivably powerful energy was beginning to explode outward.
Rumble! His dantian shook, and in the space of a single breath, a brand-new Halo of Thorns began to spread under Wang Chong's body. And at almost the same moment, Wang Chong finally broke through that stubborn bottleneck, truly stepping into the Profound Martial realm.
Buzz!
The air howled as a bloody energy began to spread through Wang Chong's body. In a flash, Wang Chong's black hair had transformed into a demonic shade of bloody red.
And it wasn't just his hair. Even Wang Chong's eyes had become bloody red, filled with a desire to kill, madness and brutality.
But Wang Chong could no longer see. The only thing in front of his eyes was blood.
”No matter what happens, I'll never concede!”
Unwillingness and anger grew ever more intense as they flourished in Wang Chong's mind. Rumble! Wang Chong suddenly exploded in speed, shooting forward like a lightning bolt. Crash! A bloody edge flashed in the air as more and more Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers were felled.
”I won't lose, I won't! Never!”
Wang Chong's body once more shot through the air. In a chorus of screams, yet another batch of Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers was killed. Bloody energy continued to madly flow into Wang Chong's body under the influence of some invisible attractive force.
The Little Yinyang Art resounded within Wang Chong's body. Now that he had broken into the Profound Martial realm and shaken off those shackles that had restrained him for so long, the blood energy surging into his body was now causing Wang Chong's strength to rise at an almost insane speed.
Boom!
His dantian shook, and in a flash, Wang Chong had reached Tier 1 of the Profound Martial realm. Behind him, several dozen Mengshe–Ü-Tsang cavalrymen toppled together with their horses.
”Seize Wang Chong and be made marquis of ten thousand households!”