The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#164 - Lead the charge!

The bronze spear in Tus's hand must have been taken from an ancient tomb, and it was likely some kind of ceremonial object, not very effective for actual combat.

The moment they met, it was snapped in two by Lu Jing's staff, sending Tus flying.

However, Lu Jing also noticed that when his refined iron staff struck Tus's arm, even though it wasn't covered by any armor, it still produced a metallic clang.

At the same time, a pattern resembling scales flashed under Tus's skin.

The latter merely rolled once on the ground before immediately standing up, full of energy, without even looking for a new weapon, and charged forward empty-handed.

So tough?!

Lu Jing was also a little surprised. Tus's body looked terrible, with the skin rotting in many places, emitting a foul odor, looking like a piece of moldy pudding.

He originally thought this strike would create a burst of pulp, but he didn't expect Tus to withstand it.

Then, Tus roared and threw a punch, striking Lu Jing's staff.

In the next moment, Lu Jing felt a cold, corrosive energy penetrate his arm along the staff.

He was very familiar with this cold, corrosive energy. After all, he had been relying on it to consume the excess internal energy in his body for some time.

So, upon sensing the appearance of this old nemesis, his dantian reacted quickly, immediately mobilizing internal energy to meet it.

Seeing Lu Jing's slight pause, Tus's eyes flashed with joy, intending to seize this rare opportunity to strike Lu Jing's chest with a palm.

But unexpectedly, Lu Jing's pause was just a deliberate feint. Seeing Tus fall for the trick and advance rashly, Lu Jing's true energy rapidly circulated within his body, instantly neutralizing the cold, corrosive energy.

Then, another staff strike smashed into Tus's forehead.

Even with Tus's tough body, he was somewhat concussed by this strike and didn't react for a long time.

Thus, Lu Jing's subsequent attacks surged like a raging river.

After all, the two things he had become most skilled at during this time were playing a game of attrition with that cold, corrosive energy and smashing open tin cans.

Tus felt like there were staff shadows everywhere, coming from all directions.

With his movement technique, he couldn't escape!

Therefore, he could only be forced to wave his fists, choosing to confront Lu Jing head-on, wanting to tear open an opening using the cold, corrosive energy within his body!

However, this trick might work against others, but against Lu Jing, whose dantian already contained a level higher of true energy than martial artists of the same realm, coupled with the meridians and Qi recovery speed modified by the Rat Tail Soup, it was somewhat insufficient.

Previously, Lu Jing had to absorb three black stones to completely consume the internal energy in his dantian.

Now, although the amount of cold, corrosive energy released by Tus was not small, its purity was significantly different from that in those black stones.

Moreover, as he consumed more and more cold, corrosive energy, the festering skin was constantly healing, and the nauseating stench in the air seemed to be gradually fading.

However, seeing this scene, Tus not only didn't feel happy, but his face instead showed some horror.

Because as his skin returned to normal, the traces of time left on his body also came back with it.

Wrinkles began to appear at the corners of his eyes, his waist also slumped again, and his steps became more and more unsteady.

What made Tus even more desperate was that Lu Jing, on the opposite side, was still not blushing or panting, and his staff was swinging with great vigor.

Moreover, the characteristic of the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staff Techniques was that the more you fight, the braver you become, with each strike stronger than the last!

At this rate, Tus knew that it would be difficult for him to break through, so in the next moment, he actually stopped resisting, allowing the staff to fall on his body.

Immediately afterward, Lu Jing heard a dense barrage of impacts!

Having consumed a large amount of cold, corrosive energy, Tus was obviously not feeling well under this round of bombardment, with many places being torn open, but he still endured the pain and let out a sharp scream.

Lu Jing, with his sharp eyes, clearly saw a slightly smaller heart, faintly tinged with blood, in Tus's right chest cavity the moment he took out the heart.

Without a doubt, that was Tus's original heart.

Then the question came, where did this black heart he was holding now come from?

Lu Jing thought of a possibility, and the expression on his face became interesting.

Could it be that this was what he brought out from that ancient tomb?!

If this was true, then Lu Jing admired him a little.

After all, not everyone has the courage to put a three-hundred-year-old heart into their own body, which can be said to be quite cyberpunk.

However, Lu Jing's admiration was only admiration, and he didn't stop the movements in his hands.

Seeing Tus like this, it was clear that he was losing blood too quickly, couldn't bear it, and was planning to unleash a big move.

Lu Jing's vigilance also climbed to the peak. Of course, he wouldn't make the mistakes made by those protagonists in movies, being fascinated by the dazzling CG and standing still.

Instead, while Tus was taking out his heart, he planned to slam the staff on that black heart for a fatal blow.

However, Tus was obviously guarding against this point, and after taking out the black heart, the other hand also moved, firmly protecting it in his arms.

For a moment, Lu Jing couldn't do anything about that heart.

However, after a few breaths, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

At the same time, a strong wind suddenly began to blow outside the window, stirring up the sand and stones on the ground.

It was clear that there was still about an hour before the next sandstorm arrived.

However, as Tus took out that heart, the sky immediately turned dim and yellow.

This seemed to confirm Lu Jing's previous guess that the iron-clad warriors in those sandstorms were indeed looking for something.

And if there were no accidents, the thing they were looking for was the beating black heart in Tus's hand!

When Tus took this black heart out of his chest, those iron-clad warriors were attracted like sharks smelling blood.

In a short while, the sandstorm outside the window became more and more severe.

And Tus's eyes also lit up. He stared at the window of the council hall, and in the next moment, he saw an iron-clad warrior jump in from the window.

So Tus raised the black heart again, pointed to Lu Jing on the side, and babbled something.

After the female shopkeeper fainted, Lu Jing also lost his simultaneous translation, but even without the female shopkeeper, Lu Jing could guess what Tus was saying, which was nothing more than directing these iron-clad warriors to kill him.

However, in the next moment, the look of excitement on Tus's face gradually solidified, because he waited for a long time, but still only one iron-clad warrior appeared from the sandstorm.

Then, that iron-clad warrior rushed towards Lu Jing alone.