Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Chapter 1683: Chapter 1685: Though Lian Po Is Old, He Can Still Eat!

These few are indeed figures who are written in bold strokes in the history books. Li Shixian didn’t linger either, but calmly handed control over to the newly arrived senior!

Chu Overlord—Xiang Yu!

”Wahahahahaha!”

Xiang Yu took over the body and immediately burst into wild laughter, completely ignoring those blood men who had broken through after the sword-light vanished:

”Little friend—no, better call you little brother! Hanging around Li Taibai and the others too much, I’ve gotten all scholarly! Thanks for letting me reign over the battlefield once more! I’ll show you what real battlefield slaughter is!”

The Exploration Team saw the sword-light disappear and those blood men pounce over, and their hearts instantly turned cold!

”We’re dead for sure now. That sword-light was probably his final ultimate move!” The captain sighed. ”He’s a real character! But... a bit dumb! Let’s go!”

And right at this moment!

”Ha!”

A thunderous roar exploded, and the few members of the Exploration Team felt their eardrums were about to burst!

They turned back in disbelief.

How could a shout so full of Qi—no, so unstoppable and crushing—be made?!

Just that roar alone could probably shake anyone under Foundation Establishment to death on the spot!

Next, their eyeballs nearly fell to the ground!

They saw that dense swarm of blood men, surging at the man like a gigantic ball, actually blasted away from him by sheer force!

The blood men were sent flying one after another; some of the weaker ones were shaken into powder in midair.

The stronger ones also had cracks like those on porcelain spreading all over their bodies!

”Hahahaha! This feels great! Let me kill to my heart’s content!”

The thick, booming voice came rolling over.

Lu Xiaobu—no, it should be Xiang Yu—he didn’t turn the Armor into a weapon like Li Taibai just now, but went in bare-handed!

No, not exactly bare-handed!

Xiang Yu grabbed a Nascent Soul Stage blood man in one hand and swung him around in a wild barrage!

He was literally using the blood man’s body as a weapon!

One wasn’t enough; he grabbed another one!

With both ”clubs” in hand, the blood men around him exploded and flew back in all directions!

Their bodies couldn’t take it, and the two in Xiang Yu’s hands couldn’t take it either.

Feeling these two weapons were no longer usable, Xiang Yu twisted his body and hurled them out...

And while they were still in midair, unable to withstand that tremendous force, they exploded with a boom!

In an instant, Xiang Yu blew open two clear spaces, one to his front and one behind.

However, those gaps were quickly filled in again by charging blood men!

They had no intelligence and knew nothing of fear!

”Good! Come!”

Xiang Yu was not afraid but delighted. His two big hands, like giant pincers, grabbed two more blood men and smashed them out again!

Anyone who came near Xiang Yu, without exception, was blasted to pieces!

The members of the Exploration Team watched this scene, gulping frantically.

Terrifying! Too terrifying!

If the earlier swordsmanship gave people an ethereal, immortal feeling, like a rainstorm from the heavens that left not a single drop leaking, then this current battle was like facing an abyss, with roars shaking the sky—a blood-drenched General on the field!

They were convinced that if such a General appeared on a real battlefield, their own side would surely fight to the death, while the enemy would be scared out of their wits and dare not fight again!

”I’ve only seen the name of the Chu Overlord in books; to witness him with my own eyes this time—Taibai, I can die without regret, die without regret!” Li Bai, watching from the side, burst out laughing.

”At such a time I ought to compose a poem, yet Taibai is overawed by the General’s bearing and only wants to charge into battle and kill the enemy!”

He was never some pedantic scholar; otherwise he wouldn’t have written ”Ode to the Knight-Errant.” One sword, one jug of wine, one poem—treading the halls of power, roaming the Jianghu—that was him!

”Now that’s more like it! What poems and essays on a battlefield? There is only blood—the enemy’s blood! Die for me!” Xiang Yu roared, and once more hurled his already overburdened ”weapons” out!

At this moment, a third voice sounded.

”Brother Overlord! Our goal is to escort the little friend into the core, not to slaughter everyone here!”

”What’s the point of you killing in place like this? They’re not rational creatures; they don’t know fear or retreat!”

The bold-spirited poet—Xin Qiji!

This man was not just a poet. Unlike Li Bai, he had truly been on the battlefield and commanded troops in war—someone who stood between Li Bai and Xiang Yu!

”Hahaha! I forgot! Got carried away with the killing!” Xiang Yu scratched his head with an embarrassed laugh.

”Then why don’t you rest, Brother Overlord, and let me take over?” Xin Qiji said with a smile.

”All right then!” Xiang Yu replied, a bit reluctant.

”Little friend, I’ll trouble you!” Xin Qiji said to Lu Xiaobu with a smile.

”No trouble, no trouble!” Lu Xiaobu shook his head. He didn’t feel troubled at all; on the contrary, he was excited!

Just meeting these ancients was enough to make him happy; getting to see their heroic bearing in battle on top of that—this was the greatest gift!

Xin Qiji took control of the body, stretched out a hand to look at it, then shook his head with a smile. ”All my life I strove to resist the Jin, yet I was thwarted my whole life, leaving only some resentful poems behind. I wonder how later generations judge me.”

”That wasn’t your fault!” Lu Xiaobu said aloud. ”No one thinks you were wrong!”

”Is that so?” Xin Qiji laughed. ”I wonder if little friend knows my verses? Could you set music for me? Brother Taibai recited poetry as he killed the enemy—how we envy him!”

”It’s my duty!” Lu Xiaobu answered at once.

”Through all ages the rivers and mountains, where can we find another Sun Zhongmou?”

Lu Xiaobu began to lay down the accompaniment.

”Good! Good! Good!” Xin Qiji stroked the non-existent beard at his chin, clearly delighted.

After that, the Knight-robot transformed into a waist knife and appeared in his hand.

Although the sword was always the most talked-about weapon, on real battlefields it was almost never used.

It was too thin, too light, unable to deal enough damage.

So they mostly used knives or spears!

As that broad, heavy waist knife appeared in Xin Qiji’s hand, his entire aura changed in an instant—from a poet into a General!

Unlike Xiang Yu, he was very quiet—no roars, no shouts, utterly silent. Accompanied by Lu Xiaobu’s recitation, he simply raised his knife and killed!

”Pavilions of dance and song—how all their glamour has been beaten down by wind and rain.”

”Slanting sun on grass and trees, in the ordinary lanes and alleys, people say Ji Nu once dwelt here.”

”I recall the days of old—armored steeds and iron weapons, our might swallowing ten thousand li like tigers.”

”Under Yuanjia’s hasty rule, we sealed wolves at Juxu, only to end in panic, looking north in defeat.”

”These forty-three years on, I still see in my mind’s eye the beacon fires on the road to Yangzhou.”

”How can I bear to look back? Beneath Fuli Temple, all is cawing crows and village drums.”

”Who will ask—Lian Po is old now, can he still eat his fill?”

By the time he finished reciting ”Eternal Joy—Reflections at Jingkou’s North Tower on the Past,” Xin Qiji had plowed through the mass of blood men like an old ox tilling a field, carving out a long passage!

”Though Lian Po is old, he still eats well!” Xin Qiji said, chopping off a blood man’s head with a swing of his knife!