Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

Something felt off.

Even with the poetic phrases from two seniors ensuring one could safely survive the Wind Disaster—

Wu Xiaode still hurriedly felt something was amiss.

It was like when he was fifteen and went to the boys' bathroom after class at school, only to find seven or eight people inside ready to gang up on him.

—But there was no time to worry about that now.

"First, buildings are relatively safe places," he said.

"But wind, this thing generated from the Void, permeates everywhere, it can even unleash the Wind Disaster directly around your body."

"Watch closely!"

The Qilin did a handstand.

It released its hands, stood on its head, and said to the screen:

"I just felt the wind coming from the west, so I had to do a handstand to avoid dying."

"Here's the strategy for surviving the Wind Disaster:"

"An anonymous author composed a rhyme to help everyone remember how to get through the Wind Disaster, listen well."

"East wind comes, hop and jump; West wind brings, head and feet topple; North and South winds need a hug, wild winds create laughter."

"That's basically it."

"I hope no one takes any chances and makes sure to follow these instructions."

"What? Someone is asking how to determine the direction of the wind?"

"The angle at which it hits you indicates its direction, also, if you can't do a handstand, lying on the ground and lifting your legs up a bit also works."

"I wish everyone great success."

The live broadcast ended there.

The Book of the Dead closed, retreated into the Void, and disappeared.

The Qilin was still doing a handstand inside the room.

—The west wind had not yet ended.

It stayed upside down there, silently pondering.

What exactly was the problem?

Boom—

The house was suddenly struck by a tremendous force.

This force was so powerful that, despite the suppression by Pangu's rules, it still managed to damage the building.

Wu Xiaode, doing a handstand, looked at the big hole that appeared in the wall.

Outside the big hole.

A man emitting a black glow kept his punching posture.

The Night King.

This undying guy had come again!

"Hahaha, I heard there's a Qilin that can instantly connect with all beings... it seems to be true," he observed Wu Xiaode.

"How do you know that?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"That's something I can't tell you," responded the Night King.

Wu Xiaode was curious, but he had no time to think it over at that moment.

The west wind blowing against him was gradually stopping.

He jumped up, struck a boxing pose on the spot, and let out a roar of the Qilin:

"Come on, let's see who among us can survive the Wind Disaster!"

"Seeking death!" the Night King said.

One "person" and one Qilin disappeared from their spots at the same time.

The next instant.

They collided, creating a violent shockwave in the Void that blew the dust on the ground away.

Thud, thud, thud, thud—

The relentless sound of boxing filled the air.

Neither shielded themselves, instead fully launching attacks at each other.

Wu Xiaode's health bar had "Life and Death's Rebound", allowing him to rebound health.

The Night King could strike infinite combos, capable of beating someone to death without stopping!

Neither yielded to the other!

In an instant, they had exchanged hundreds of punches and, in a moment of misstep, temporarily separated.

The Night King said with interest:

"Interesting... Your Qilin skin is tough and your flesh is thick, you indeed take hits well. Why not stand on our side and become my mount?"

The Qilin immediately rejected the offer.

If you're going to fight, then just fight; now you want to ride me?

Screw that!

I, Little Wu, am also from the underworld. A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!

"Trashy mystique," the Qilin spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "Humans are mother-born, what about you mystics, spewing nothing but crap?"

The Night King's face darkened, his murderous aura surged.

"Watch me dismantle your skeleton, eat your organs, and drink your blood!" he roared ferociously.

They disappeared from their spots again.

"Die!"

"Go die!"

They charged through the Void, both shouting out in rage and throwing their death blows at each other—

But then—

This moment—

The wind came!

It was the north wind...

It was the north wind!

In a flash, both dropped their fists and opened their arms, embracing each other tightly.

In the howling wind.

One "person" and one "Qilin," embraced tightly in front of the abandoned house.

"North and South winds need a hug!"

Not hugging meant death!

There was no one else around at the moment, other than embracing the enemy in front of them, there was no other way out.

"I thought you'd make some sacrifice for all beings, but it turns out you're just afraid of dying too," the Night King mocked.

"Your mouth is dirty, but your body is honest—you're also tightly hugging me, aren't you? Acting as if you aren't afraid of life and death," Wu Xiaode sneered.

The Night King furiously retorted, "Damned Qilin, let go of me! Let go, damn you!"

"You let go first, if you do, I'll let go!" Wu Xiaode retorted.

"I'll count to three, and we let go together!" said the Night King.

"Let's do it!" replied Little Wu.

"One, two, three, let go!" the Night King shouted.

"Let go!" Wu Xiaode shouted.

Neither let go.

Just kidding, this Wind Disaster wasn't going easy; whoever let go would die!

They glared at each other, about to start cursing again.

—Amid the north wind, a new type of wind blew in.

It wasn't the winds from the four directions, but a spinning cyclone.

"Wild winds create laughter!"

Wu Xiaode burst out laughing, "Hahaha, you little trash, you don't even dare to let go."

The Night King burst out laughing, "Hahaha, you're the trash, I'm clearly letting go, you're the one holding on tight!"

As the cyclone intensified, the situation became increasingly perilous.

—Because in this incessantly spinning wind, you couldn't tell what other kinds of wind might join in.

Ignoring their bickering, they laughed loudly non-stop together.

Damn.

If I can't determine the direction of the wind, am I not going to die?

What should I do?

The two thought simultaneously.

Wu Xiaode suddenly realized, his gaze turned towards the Void.

— I have a golden dog and a little black dot, both capable of indicating the wind direction!

The Book of the Dead opened.

The golden dog was seen squatting on the book page, half-closing its eyes, constantly surveying the surroundings.

With Wu Xiaode's life and death at stake, this world-class intelligent being dared not be careless and began to determine the wind direction with all its might.

"In five seconds, the other winds will die down, and the west wind will rise!"

The golden dog suddenly transmitted.

Wu Xiaode understood instinctively and sneakily glanced at the Night King.

The Night King also had a constipated expression, but his eyes kept rolling wildly, as if he was stealthily sizing up Wu Xiaode.

Time's up!

Wu Xiaode suddenly exerted force with both hands and let go of the Night King.

The Night King also pushed away Wu Xiaode with all his might.

Both took a step back and simultaneously performed a handstand!

—"West wind sends, heads and feet inverse"!

Wind.

Relentlessly blowing.

The Night King stood on his head with his hands clasped together, eyeing Wu Xiaode carefully.

"Why can this Qilin detect the wind direction in the whirlwind?"

He asked in a deep voice.

"You copied my move?" Wu Xiaode questioned.

—If not, how could the Night King know the wind direction?

"Bullshit, I am the Dark Night King, judging the wind direction is no problem at all; I don't need to copy your move," the Night King said.

"Didn't copy? Spineless fellow, dare to stand up and walk a few steps," Wu Xiaode said.

The Night King angrily said, "I'm endowed with the 'Dark Night' sequence, always aware of everything about Pangu; how could I not know the wind direction?"

So that's how it is.

You really can't underestimate mysterious life!

As Wu Xiaode was silently contemplating, he suddenly saw the Night King forcefully propel himself from the ground, handstanding towards him.

—Is he going to fight upside down?

Who's afraid of whom!

Wu Xiaode slapped the ground with one hand, his entire body taking flight towards the Night King.

The two converged mid-air.

Finish this guy off!

They simultaneously launched their attacks, not guarding at all, exerting their full strength to kick at each other.

In a flash.

Wu Xiaode suddenly heard the anxious voice of the golden dog beside his ear:

"Little Wu, the west wind has turned to the south wind! It's turned to the south wind now!"

Sudden change—

Both simultaneously withdrew their legs and, with perfect coordination, embraced each other again.

Thud.

They fell from mid-air and hit the ground, still not separating.

The south wind was howling.

—"North wind and south wind need a hug"!

"Damned Primordial Tribulation! Can't I have a proper fight?" Wu Xiaode cursed while tightly embracing the Night King.

"Exactly, what I want is a real fight, not this cuddling and hugging!" the Night King nodded in agreement.

The two paused and looked at each other.

—How did we end up feeling a mutual understanding?

Such a humiliation!

I must kill this guy!

"Qilin, as soon as the wind stops, I'll kill you," the Night King said with a fierce look.

"Don't hold me so tight when you say that," Wu Xiaode said sarcastically.

The wind suddenly stopped.

Thud!

Thud!

Two muffled sounds later, both were thrown outward in opposite directions.

Each got kicked!

They rolled onto the ground and immediately sprang up, ready to charge at each other.

But the next second.

They both stopped simultaneously.

Wu Xiaode assumed a defensive posture, eyes darting around constantly.

The Night King tentatively moved his feet forward, carefully sensing the wind direction in the Void.

—Both were scared out of their minds!

After waiting a while longer, with no wind appearing,

"Finally, we can have a proper battle,"

Wu Xiaode said.

"Come on, let's settle this once and for all, I'll beat you to death right here," the Night King said, his fighting spirit surging.

Wu Xiaode was slightly regretful.

If—

I had already mastered "Tai Chu," how wonderful that would be.

But there was no need to think about it anymore.

Right now, I could only move forward to complete the fight!

He roared and charged forward with all his might.

The Night King came head-on.

Both struck at the same time!

Wind—

came!

—It's the east wind!

With the east wind, bounce and jump!

Wu Xiaode immediately shifted his feet, dashing aside for dozens of meters, leapt onto a rock, and began his dance.

Almost at the same time, the Night King also spontaneously unloaded the momentum of his charge, directly starting to breakdance.

But how did he know these moves?

Thus, he kept looking at Wu Xiaode.

"So you're saying you didn't steal my dance moves?"

Wu Xiaode jeered as he danced.

The Night King's face turned red.

It was a matter of life and death.

Would he give up his life just because of the foe's words?

Impossible.

Let the opponent talk.

Once the Wind Disaster is over, I'll definitely kill him!

As the Night King thought this, he mimicked Wu Xiaode's movements.

Looking around, both stood in the wind, silently performing a very outdated dance.

Not neat at all.