Chapter 658

A Pitiful Situation Occurred

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Zhuowen's fist was like a dazzling sun as it blasted towards the drum. It was like a hot knife through butter, its momentum like a rainbow.

Bang!

A sound like muffled thunder sounded out. With the drum as the center, a terrifying pressure spread out like a ring-shaped wave. This pressure was like the might of the heavens, crushing down on Zhuowen's body. It caused his knees to bend, and the fist that he had just punched out was like a clay ox entering the sea.

"Zhuowen!

The pressure of the tenth strike of the Morning Bell and Evening Drum is ten times more terrifying than the ninth strike. Just now, when you sounded the ninth strike, you had already suffered heavy internal injuries. Do you think that with your current strength, you can withstand the pressure of the tenth strike? "

At the edge of the stage, Huangfu Wuji crossed his arms, a trace of mockery appearing on his handsome face. His strength was far greater than Zhuowen's. Although he had withstood the pressure of the tenth strike, it had still been quite difficult.

But this boy in front of him was much weaker than him. If he wanted to sound the Morning Bell and Evening Drum for the tenth time, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Deng deng deng!

Three steps. Under this pressure, Zhuowen was forced back three steps. At this moment, Zhuowen's breathing was ragged, his eyes were red, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down from his forehead.

As Huangfu Wuji saw Zhuo Wen's reluctant appearance, the mocking smile on his face became even thicker. As for the surrounding onlookers, they all shook their heads and sighed. They knew that it was impossible for Zhuo Wen to sound the bell ten times.

One step back, then one step back!

"Demon Suppressing Green Coffin, open for me!"

A beast-like roar came out from Zhuowen's throat. Zhuowen's right hand gently patted the green coffin behind him.

Creak!

A strange sound sounded out. Zhuowen actually opened a crack in the green coffin. Suddenly, an earth-shaking pressure flowed out from the crack in the green coffin, stabilizing Zhuowen's retreating figure.

Huangfu Wuji's eyes narrowed. He stared at the green coffin behind Zhuowen, a dignified expression on his face. He thought to himself, "The coffin behind this boy is not simple. It can actually emit such a terrifying pressure. But with just this, he won't be able to sound the tenth strike …"

Huangfu Wuji hadn't even finished speaking when there was another creaking sound. Zhuo Wen had actually opened the lid of the blue coffin by a third. An even more terrifying pressure, with Zhuo Wen as the center, formed countless streams of air that floated upwards. It was like an upside-down waterfall, terrifying to the extreme.

Deng deng deng!

Another three steps. These three steps were not backward, but forward. Zhuo Wen arched his back, borrowing the pressure of the green coffin to throw out another punch. This punch seemed to have solidified. The explosive power of the 810 acupoints in his body was a desperate move.

Dong!

The melodious sound of the drum was accompanied by a ring-shaped sound wave. With the drum as the center, it spread out around the stage, shaking the heavens and shaking the earth. It had a different style to it.

At this instant, the entire Moon Embracing Pavilion fell into a strange silence. No one spoke, and no one made any noise. Everyone tacitly cast their gazes towards the center of the stage, towards the young man who carried the green coffin on his back.

The tenth strike!

The tenth strike of the Morning Bell and Evening Drum had been sounded once again. Moreover, it was by an unknown youth.

The strange silence did not last for too long. An uproar that could topple mountains and overturn seas erupted from the crowd like a thunderclap.

"Unbelievable!

This boy actually managed to sound the drum ten times. Doesn't that mean his record is tied with the Second Prince's? "

"Both of them managed to sound the drum ten times. Doesn't that mean their gambling match should be a draw?"

"It should be!

The second step of Light Blessing is extremely difficult. Although this boy can sound the drum ten times, it is impossible for him to cause the drum to resonate. It should be a draw. "

Huangfu Wuji was stunned. He could no longer maintain the smile on his face. His mouth hung open as he stared at Zhuowen. He couldn't believe that this youth in front of him that he had never placed in his eyes had actually managed to sound the drum ten times.

In the Moon Embracing Pavilion, Wen Aoxue's cold and pretty face was unable to maintain its calm any longer. Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Zhuo Wen's back, and her cherry lips slightly opened as she said in a low voice, "He's actually beaten the tenth time?

Was it a fluke? "

Because she had always doubted Zhuowen, Wen Aoxue still couldn't believe that Zhuowen had relied on his own strength to sound the drum ten times. Thus, she subconsciously believed that this boy had managed to sound the drum ten times by luck.

As for the people of Muqin County, their eyes shined with excitement. This Zhuowen in front of them was a genius of their Muqin County. As a part of Muqin County, they naturally felt a sense of belonging and glory in their hearts.

"Brother Lv!

When you told me that this boy was the strongest representative of your Muqin County, I didn't believe you. Now, it seems that I really was a petty person. "Qiu Shaoyun bitterly smiled as he spoke to Lv Yitao with a complex expression.

Lv Yitao's heart was also shaken. He knew that Zhuowen was strong, but he guessed that he was only at Wen Aoxue's level. But, he never imagined that Zhuowen's record would surpass Wen Aoxue's and tie with Huangfu Wuji's record.

It was obvious that Lv Yitao had underestimated Zhuowen's potential and strength.

"What a freak!

It seems that in this Nine Counties War, our House of Marquis Qin will truly shine. "

After the initial shock, Lv Yitao revealed a gratified smile. With Zhuowen here, their Muqin County would be able to achieve unprecedented results in this Nine Counties War. He was looking forward to this.

"He hasn't changed at all!"

Muxue's peerless face that was covered by a veil revealed a faint smile. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhuowen.

"Young master Zhuo, congratulations on striking the Morning Bell and Evening Drum ten times. You should know the second step!

Sing your song. If you can resonate with the drum, then you will have succeeded in consecrating it. "

Moyan Wushang didn't have much hope, but at this moment, her beautiful eyes shined with a strange light. She didn't think that this youth in front of her would be able to strike the drum ten times, catching up with Huangfu Wuji's record.

Perhaps, this person might be able to resonate with the Morning Bell and Evening Drum.

"Damn!

This lowly commoner actually tied with the record. It seems that I can't deal with this boy. I can only wait for the Nine Counties War to break his spirit. "

Huangfu Wuji frowned. If Zhuo Wen also struck the drum ten times, then the bet between them would be a draw. Naturally, there was no meaning to it. Of course, Huangfu Wuji didn't believe that Zhuo Wen would be able to successfully consecrate the drum. Even he wasn't able to resonate with the drum, so how could this boy in front of him possibly accomplish such a feat?

At this moment, Zhuowen's eyes were focused on the drum. After striking the drum ten times, the surface of the drum no longer resisted him, but rather accepted him. Therefore, Zhuowen didn't feel the slightest bit of pressure.

However, Zhuo Wen didn't compose a song right away, and he instead lightly stroked the rusty drum before him. The mottled body of the drum and the dried bloodstains on the drum's surface revealed that this drum had experienced the vicissitudes of life and was extraordinary.

After striking the drum ten times, Zhuowen could clearly hear a trace of sorrow from the melodious sound of the drum, as well as a trace of regret. Once upon a time, this was the war drum that sounded out on the battlefield. This was the weapon that inspired the soldiers in the barracks.

This drum was supposed to be used on the battlefield to praise the tenderness of iron and blood. It was supposed to mourn the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was supposed to lament the death of those who died on the battlefield. But now, it was buried in a place like the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

"You're not willing?"

As he stroked the surface of the drum and felt the fluctuations coming from it, Zhuowen's heart began to ripple. In this impetuous world where the strong preyed on the weak and the weak were eliminated, Zhuowen was even more unwilling.

"While drunk, I see the sword under the lamp. In my dreams, I blow the horn in the barracks!"

A faint voice slowly sounded out from Zhuo Wen's mouth, and at this moment, Zhuo Wen moved. The back of his fist suddenly smashed onto the surface of the drum, and numerous notes of regret and unwillingness resounded out.

"Eight hundred miles under my command, fifty bowstrings overturning the Great Wall!"

At this moment, Zhuowen began to unconsciously dance. His unruly figure was like a wild goose spreading its wings, dancing on the stage to his heart's content. At some point, a long bone spear had appeared in his hand. It flickered with a cold light, and the light of the spear was awe-inspiring.

Dong dong dong!

The sound of the drum accompanied the song, setting off the dance of the spear. At this moment, everyone seemed to have merged into the artistic conception of Zhuowen's song.

In their minds, they seemed to be able to imagine that in the dead of night, a brave warrior in a drunken stupor would light up the lantern again and again. He would carefully examine the treasured sword that had accompanied him for many years, longing to enter the battlefield and lead the army on an expedition to the north.

In his daze, he felt that the sky had already dawned, and the continuous sound of the bugle horn resounded throughout the barracks.

He rewarded the soldiers with large pieces of roast beef for them to share. The military band played a loud and intense battle song to add to the atmosphere.

On the battlefield where the autumn wind whistled, he inspected the various troops and horses, preparing to set out.

"On the battlefield, the soldiers of autumn are pointed.

The horses are swift, the bows are like thunder, the strings are frightening.

They have accomplished the affairs of the world, and have won fame in life and in death! "

Another impassioned song rang out. At this moment, the artistic conception changed again. It was as if they had arrived on the battlefield. The soldiers were galloping on their horses, as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning. They drew their bows and released tens of thousands of arrows at the same time, sounding like thunder. It was soul-stirring.

The enemy had collapsed, and had completely failed.

He had led the soldiers to finally complete the great task of recovering the lost land and unifying the empire. He had won fame in life and in death.

Along with this impassioned song, everyone's emotions were stirred up. This kind of imposing aura of a powerful army and a ferocious tiger caused many people's hearts to surge violently, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Pitiful for nothing!"

When the song reached the end, the most impassioned and surging emotions finally fell.

It turned out that the magnificent army, the ferocious battle, the glorious victory, and the eternal fame were all but a dream.

A thick sense of regret and solemnity was vividly expressed in this last line. In the end, it was all a dream. What an unreconciled and regretful thing this was!

When the surrounding people heard this last line, they were all immersed in it. They actually faintly sighed, their unwillingness and regret reaching the extreme.

Dong!