Absolute Gate

Chapter 42 You said the door, right?
"boom!"

Just after Wu Zhong absorbed the third one, the pit in front of him suddenly exploded.

The cliff cypress and fern shoots burst forth from the ground, leaping high into the air.

"Ugh... Hmph!"

The former was covered in blood, his hair was gray, and his once strong muscles were gone, replaced by thinness and shriveling. However, his body was surrounded by a rich aura of blood, and arcs of electricity crackled around him.

This must have been a sacrifice of life and lifespan, used to repay the power of the multiverse.

"Whoosh!" The cliff cypress raised its leg high and stomped down heavily.

Fortunately, Wu Zhong had already inhaled three waves of psychotropic drugs, which boosted his physical fitness to six times its normal level. His senses were sharp, and his reactions were quick. He suddenly pulled on Yang Chunsha, kicked hard with his feet, and fell backward.

The two of them leaped several meters forward, narrowly avoiding being trampled.

"boom!"

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the stone slab was shattered by this foot.

The two were grazed by the stones but were not injured.

The old lady was caught in the crossfire; she was scratched by the stones, cried out twice, fell off the chair, and couldn't get up.

"what?"

The old woman groaned softly, her eyes blank, as if asking: How did I get injured while watching a TV series?

“She has Alzheimer’s disease…I have to go there.”

Wu realized early on that the old lady was a patient with Alzheimer's disease, and that she was watching the game with great interest because she thought she was watching TV.

He realized that the old lady could also inhale it, and incidentally, it could even save lives.

"Die, hahaha..." Fei Peng and Ya Bai attacked at the same time.

Wu dared not use the Yangchun Sand Brush again, and quickly transferred the insomnia he had previously absorbed from the cliff cypress to the Yangchun Sand.

Then he pushed her: "Debiao! Help me stall for a bit!"

"Huh? Me?" Yang Chunsha was taken aback upon hearing this.

She had only just become a member of the Mad Blood Clan, possessing twice the physical strength of an ordinary person, and yet she was being asked to fight against these two major mercenaries?

But when she saw Wu Zhong rush towards the old lady, she understood immediately. She picked up the book, pushed off with her feet, and leaped away. At the same time, a bright light shone from her chest, and the pages of the book flipped wildly.

Then look at the cliff cypress, its body trembling, blood pumping in its chest, with only half an arm remaining on one side.

He still had half a rock between his legs, and blood was gushing from his abdomen.

However, its power remained terrifying, radiating an aura of intimidation.

Fei Peng, on the other hand, was in a much worse state, his breathing uneven. He laughed wildly and said with difficulty, "So you're from the Mad Blood Clan..."

"Foolish! You don't even know that Alzheimer's disease isn't a mental illness? Hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong, who was holding the old lady's hand, was taken aback.

Huh? Isn't he mentally ill?

Yang Chunsha also exclaimed in surprise, "That's right, Alzheimer's disease is no good. I've seen it on the forum."

Wu Zhongyi pursed his lips and said, "If it's not true, then it's not true."

He's a first-generation Mad Blood Clan member with an additional mental fortitude; anyone can absorb his blood!
He landed next to the old woman and was about to gently bite the spot on her arm where the stone had scratched her.

At the same time, Fei Peng pounced on Wu Zhong, while Ya Bai attacked Yang Chun Sha.

The four of them engaged in fierce battles, each paired off against the other.

Fei Peng laughed wildly, his voice filled with resentment. He showed no mercy to Wu Zhong, knowing that there was no room for maneuver and that there was no mutual trust between them.

On the other hand, they shared the same idea as Ya Bai, believing that Wu Zhong's incurability was a side effect of the 'ghost and god mark'. Killing Wu Zhong and inheriting this calamity object might solve the problem!

"Boy, die!" Fei Peng's sword palm slammed down.

"You..." Wu Zhong was worried about the old lady's safety, so he could only turn around and tough it out.

His hands weren't fully healed yet, and he could only barely push the old lady away before kicking her.

"Boom!" He was sent flying two meters backward, but because of his sudden increase in physical strength, he was able to land steadily.

Looking at Fei Peng again, he was also repelled by his immense strength, coughing and laughing wildly. After a while, he attacked again.

"Boom boom boom!"

The air crackled and popped as punches and kicks rained down.

Wu Zhong stood in front of the old lady to protect her, using his legs to constantly clash with Fei Peng, occasionally using his arms.

"No, I can't play the mental illness card like this."

Wu Zhong frowned and breathed heavily. Although his physical strength had greatly improved, his hands were completely crippled and his chest cavity was still sunken.

"And... the arm guard is actually shattered?"

With a soft "whoosh," Fei Peng used his palm as a sword, unleashing a flurry of sword beams that shattered his arm armor.

Wu Zhong's heart pounded wildly. Was this sword light really that powerful? It could even cut through materials ten times stronger than special alloy steel?
Fortunately, the arm armor healed itself quickly, and the purple nectar filled the cracks.

Yes, that's right. Xia Heng had the same experience when he fought Zhang Qinglang before.

However, while the gauntlet can repair itself at high speed, his severed arm cannot. After several hard-fought battles, the section that was barely reconnected has torn apart again.

"Ugh!"

"Eat me!"

Wu raised his leg high, using one knee to lift his right arm, his palm shining.

Fei Peng instinctively dodged, shifting and turning in mid-air; it was a habit he had developed for hiding.

Wu Zhong, however, did not actually shoot; he was just shouting to scare him.

"Chucky!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Zhong stepped back and turned around, flicked his arm armor, and stabbed at a large tree beside him with lightning speed.

This is the banyan tree in the old lady's yard. I don't know how long it's been planted, but it's quite thick and sturdy.

The armored arms and fingers were like knives, the sharp fingertips cutting and grinding away at the tree trunk.

The thick tree was chopped down in just a few strokes, as if he were making a shield.

"Huh?" Fei Peng was puzzled. A hastily made shield? And made of wood?
"die!"

The opponent moved with lightning speed, and the next attack came immediately. Wu Zhong was extremely anxious, but he stopped dodging and continued to chop down the tree.

"clang!"

At the critical moment, Wu finally hid behind a rough and thick giant wooden shield.

Fei Peng's sword light did not advance an inch.

"Huh?" Fei Peng's eyes were filled with horror.

It looked like a door panel, made from whatever was available. Yet, the shield he carved out in front of him managed to withstand his full-force attack without shattering.

"come!"

Wu Zhong gripped what looked like a doorknob, holding up a large shield. He was thrown back two steps by the immense force before regaining his footing, but he was not injured.

Just consider it as being forced to take a step back.

"What are you doing..." Fei Peng was filled with surprise and doubt, then burst into wild laughter.

Wu finally peeked out from behind the shield and spouted nonsense: "My wood is indestructible!"

"Haha? This is what you call indestructible?" Fei Peng's eyes flashed with sternness, and he slapped the giant shield with his palm, causing it to crack. A burst of energy immediately passed through.

"Uh!"

Wu Zhong groaned, feeling a numbness in his arm, as if he had been electrocuted.

That surge of energy penetrated his body, rampaging and crashing through.

"You think you can stop me with a broken shield? Hahaha!"

Fei Peng's powerful internal energy made Wu Zhong's already severely injured chest cavity even more painful.

"laugh……"

Wu Zhong's mouth and nose were steaming, his whole body was burning hot, and his face was flushed.

There is great terror between life and death. After Fei Peng's internal force invaded, he felt that his entire life was in someone else's hands!
Fei Peng channeled his internal energy into Wu Zhong's meridians. In the past, he had nine methods of inflicting internal injuries that could kill a person.

Now, because of his maniacal laughter, he could not control his internal energy precisely, so he had no choice but to use the simplest and most brutal method... to bombard the Du Meridian's life gate!
This is essentially bullying someone, taking advantage of the fact that the opponent lacks internal strength and doesn't know internal techniques. Otherwise, even a third-rate martial artist could have withstood his crude infusion of internal energy.

"Hahaha! Watch me shatter your vital point with my internal force!"

Wu Zhong, his voice hoarse and bloodshot, said, "You said there was a door... right?"

He felt the internal force surging within his body, which eventually converged at the depression below the spinous process of the second lumbar vertebra on the posterior midline of his body.

The surging internal energy rushed in, originally intending to rampage and destroy everything.

However, the acupoints withstood the pain. Although Wu Zhong was in great pain, his face was red, and he could feel the almost tearing pain in his body, he was not actually seriously injured.

Wu Zhong was unaware that the area belonging to the Du meridian corresponds to a spot about three finger-widths below the navel, which is actually also part of the Dantian region. The two are parallel and correspond to each other, complementing each other. One is the gateway, and the other is the Qi Sea, collectively known as the Dantian Mingmen.

Traditional Chinese medicine says that this is the place where vital energy such as essence, qi, and spirit converge. In the universe where Fei Peng resides, this is even more true, as it is the root of primordial energy and the source of life.

Although Wu Zhong didn't understand, that didn't stop him from welding the portal in the concept of internal force shut.

He had no idea where the portal was, how to open or close it, or how to use it. After all, there were no laws related to internal energy cultivation in this universe. Where was he supposed to get the stuff from novels and TV dramas?
However, Fei Peng's internal energy intruded through a kind of metaphysical meridian, reaching the conceptual dantian and life gate.

Humans can only have their weaknesses destroyed if they first develop them.

This is the law of the other universe manifested by the power of multiple forces. It pointed out the gateway in the dark to Wu Zhong and helped him create the vital point in his body so that he could feel the pain of impending death. This pain would be linked to his life force and would destroy his vitality due to the invasion of foreign internal forces!
"Whoosh!" Wu Zhong took a deep breath, and with just a wisp of life force in his dantian, he instantly transformed it into the Gate of Absolute Power!
Like the gate to the soul, a new 'absolute gate' has been born, residing at the conceptual level of the human body's vital energy.

"Buzz!"

Fei Peng poured in his inner strength, but it gradually lost its effect, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Wu Zhong faced him through the giant shield, enduring the terrifying internal force bombarding his vital points, yet he only appeared flushed and contorted in pain.

He hasn't died yet!
"Still alive? His life force is that tough?"

Fei Peng's attacks were becoming increasingly strange; he was about to exhaust his inner strength, yet Wu Zhong was still alive.

What the hell? This kid's internal energy is so profound?

Impossible, he doesn't have any internal energy at all! It can't be that he has a good physique and plenty of qi and blood, and he just toughs it out, right?
Even a peerless master could not withstand such a bombardment of his vital points; he should have died from severe internal injuries long ago.

That's a critical point! If invaded by external forces, it could be a matter of life and death.

"Have you made enough of a scene...?" Wu Zhong's face turned red, his neck thickened, and his veins bulged.

Being struck by internal force at the vital point is truly painful, giving one a feeling of utter despair and impending death.

But after experiencing near-death sensations many times, you get used to them.

Internal energy enters the vital point, and since the vital point cannot be destroyed, it all accumulates on the point, empowering it and becoming the vital point's 'internal energy'.

This can be understood as the internal force being considered part of the door's material when the door was created.

"Huh? You know internal energy? No, this isn't internal energy."

Fei Peng was quite astonished by the strange sensation he felt through the flow of Qi; he felt the pressure of internal energy emanating from someone who had no internal strength.

But this location doesn't make sense. How could it be a vital point?

As we all know, internal energy must be accumulated in the dantian, and the mingmen is the gateway to the dantian. Wu Zhong actually used the mingmen to carry his internal energy.

This is so absurd. It's like someone buying a house, not living in it, but setting up their own home on the door and saying that's their home.

No... that analogy isn't far-fetched enough.

Because internal force poses a fatal threat to vital points, it's like a mass of magma being poured into an ammunition depot, yet the depot doesn't explode!

"boom!"

Wu Zhong pushed suddenly, instinctively causing a surge of energy to erupt from his vital point.

It made him feel that his strength had suddenly increased.

"Pfft!" Fei Peng was blasted away, his hands and feet going numb.

He plopped down on the ground, but was propped up by a wooden stick... Bang! His body swayed like a spring for a moment in mid-air before he fell to the side.

It was so painful that my face was contorted.

"Ah! You actually captured my thirty years of cultivation..."

Fei Peng was exhausted and sensed that something was wrong. His internal energy was depleted, and he was no longer as powerful as before.

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　P.S.: Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)